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From:	Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE>
Subject:	Work to do
Date:	Tue, 14 Apr 1998 13:36:54 +0100

Message no. 1 ***** PRIVATE: Cholo
>>>>>[
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I have been informed your team does all kinds of work if the price is
accordingly. A've work to do. Easy work, high paying. The high pay
represents the need to stay _absolutely_ untraceable, and the possible
political implication of the hit.

You will kill Steven Junkins.

+++++Include: S_Junkins.dat
[A file that outlines a low-level management elf in a local corp, complete
with adress and picture]

There has be be left a message: "Let there be light". This is the reason
for most of the payment. A can't point out the need for absolute
discretion on this one strong enough.

Total pay is >nuyen<, with

+++++Credit transfer: >50% of nuyen<

up front. There may be a bonus if the hit receives high media attention.
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-- Anonymous <13:28:41/04-14-59>
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From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: Work to do
Date:	Tue, 14 Apr 1998 20:05:27 +0100

Message no. 2 *****PRIVATE: Cholo
>>>>>[Preliminary reconnaisance complete. The target appears clean, the
mission well within our capabilities.

I suggest we accept.]<<<<<
-- Alba <20:03:54/04-14-59>

*****PRIVATE: Alba
>>>>>[Agreed. Garcia will enjoy this one. He has behaved himself well,
time he was rewarded.]<<<<<
-- Cholo <20:04:16/04-14-59>

*****PRIVATE: NetzTrainer GMBH >>msg-reply-to<<
>>>>>[A Thunda-a-like killing, eh?

It should, as you say, be easy, provided we do not make mistakes. We
rarely do. Media attention should also be manageable.

We have already begun preparations. You will hear of Mr Junkins' demise
soon.]<<<<<
-- Cholo <20:07:53/04-14-59>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: Work to do
Date:	Wed, 15 Apr 1998 02:07:00 +0100

Message no. 3 >>>>>[Icky, nasty, messy.

Not Nice.

+++++begin news item
TRIPLE SLAYING SHOCKS TACOMA
Horror struck a Tacoma neighbourhood this evening, as a family were
brutally slain in their own home. Steven Junkins, 41, an account
executive for Cell-It Inc; his wife Mary, 39, a nurse at the Saint
Theresa Hospice; and their daughter Sally-Ann, 17; were all pronounced
dead at the scene.

The first warning was a smoke detector activating in the house where the
Junkins resided: neighbours heard the alarm, saw the Junkinses had not
emerged, and braved toxic fumes to go in and seek them. They saw a sight
of pure horror that will sear itself into their memory forever.

According to the tersely-worded Lone Star report, Mr and Mrs Junkins
were hanged by the neck in nooses of finely woven steel cord, cutting
into their flesh and causing them to bleed to death even as they choked.
Crowns of woven razor wire had been forced onto their heads, and the
bones of their feet had been shattered by hammer blows: apparently,
their nooses were just long enough that they could buy a little more
life by rising onto the toes of their broken feet. Their death agonies
can barely be imagined.

Not satisfied with this sadism, their killers stripped the Junkins'
young daughter naked, spreadeagled her on the floor before her dying
parents, then nailed her hands and feet to the floor and killed her by
inserting white phosphorous grenades into her body. Lone Star refused to
comment on suggestions that she was raped: unofficial sources suggest
there was too little remaining of this innocent girl for this to be
determined, let alone any evidence gathered. If this is true, it is
likely that her dying parents were forced to watch her violation, and
that she saw her mother and father's death agonies as she was abused by
her assailants.

Neighbours reported nothing unusual before hearing the smoke detector,
and Lone Star have appealed for witnesses. There is, officially, no clue
as to the identity of the killers, though Lone Star have not ruled out a
racial motive.

However, a source within Lone Star, speaking on condition of anonymity,
provided this picture as a public service to Seattle's citizens.

+++++include graphic.jpg
[A picture of a suburban living room, once a pleasant, tastefully
decorated haven for a family. Now, everything is either charred or
darkened by smoke. At least the bodies have been removed: a small mercy
for this scene of horror.

The walls are covered with graffiti, spray-painted in several different
hands. One slogan, the same slogan, repeated over and over again, dozens
of times, covering all three visible walls and crawling over the
windows.

"Let there be light."

Scores of repetitions. The same four words. Over and over again.]

Lone Star, FBI and SIGA all declined to comment on the near-identical
nature of this horrific triple slaying to the psychopathic crimes of
Jaxon Goldsmith, a.k.a. "Thunda", last year.

Nevertheless, this newsfax is offering a reward of Y10,000 for anyone
who comes forward with information that assists in the apprehension or
elimination of these terrorist scum.
+++++end news item

And just because I'm a nice polite balanced sort of person, this snippet
from Humans First, Last and Only.

+++++begin news item
THE MESSIAH RETURNS?
Righteousness struck a blow today in Tacoma.

Three Elven abominations met just and deserved deaths at the hands of
servants of the Anointed One, hewn down in the polluted sty they called
a home. Their filth was cleansed from this world by fire and steel, and
their executioners blessed the foul house of the abominations with the
words of the Chosen.

The light has returned.

Let the Faithful pay heed.
+++++end news item

Takes all sorts, I say.]<<<<<
-- Bungle <21:30:43/04-14-59>

*****PRIVATE: Bungle
>>>>>[Thanks for the info. Watch the news carefully.]<<<<<
-- Easy <22:04:32/04-14-59>

>>>>>[Oh, shit.

You ever have that feeling where you just toss a pebble, and realise you
started a freaking _landslide_?

I don't make'em, I just report them, but this was closer to home than I
liked.

+++++begin excerpt
"...and this just in, a public-access news channel was wiped out in a
murderous attack mere minutes ago. Justin Ballard-Watkins is on the
scene. Justin?"

Ballard-Watkins stands in front of a fiercely burning suburban house.
"Good evening, Sue. We're outside the house which was the base of the
Humanity First, Last And Only trideo channel, an outlet often criticised
for its openly racialist policies and programming.

"Tonight, though, the protests shifted a gear. As it went into an all-
night special broadcast, HFLAO suffered a violent backlash, and in a few
minutes of explosions and gunfire it and its crew were wiped from this
earth forever. Several Humanis notables were also believed to be
present, but so fierce are the fires and so savage the attack that
Franklin crews have been unable to identify the dead yet.

"Their messiah, Justin?" Sue asks from the studio.

"That's right, Sue. The broadcasts from HFLAO tonight centred on the
brutal race killing of a Tacoma family, where it has been claimed that
the words 'Let there be light' were daubed over the walls around three
tortured victims. The station's management believed that Jaxon Goldsmith
was their Messiah, and they were debating whether this was a sign that
he had returned to lead the faithful in a crusade against all
metahumanity." Ballard-Watkins frowns. "And we've just acquired the last
minutes of broadcast from this station, Sue..."

[The image is replaced by a fuzzy trideo of a half-dozen human men and
women, sitting at a cheap table. Subtitles identify them, all members of
various Humanis factions and groups: nobody of real consequence, but all
appear animated and involved.

"...can't really accept such sadistic violence, even if it is directed
at metas. What happens when its practicioners run out of metas?" one of
the panel asks. "Who will they turn on next?"

"Then why will there be a need to kill?" another asks, a thin-faced
woman. "With the metahuman scum removed, we'll be back to the Golden
Age, to the harmony and happiness we knew in the last century, where the
pure humans lived together in peace and contentment. The Messiah's
instruments will cease their divine work, and humanity will begin
healing the wounds left by the cancer of metahumanity."

"Still, I'm troubled by the enjoyment some of the Chosen take. And I'm
particularly concerned by the claims that they rutted with the Elven
women before delivering them to judgement." A tweed-clad man leans
forward intently. "I distrust any would-be human whose loins are stirred
by the abominations. They cannot be relied upon. Do they prefer mating
with monsters, to the pure and clean love of Humanity?"

"That's drek! It's not about pleasure, it's _duty_! You got to put them
uppity Elfie bitches in their place!" The interrupting speaker's scalp
is shaven into a runic pattern of stubble, his eyes too bright. "I mean,
ultimate human, Genghis Khan, him said greatest pleasure was drive you
enemy before you, hack him down as he flee, take he home and he goods,
and use him women for nightshirt! The Chosen doing they God-appointed
_duty_, that all! They put _life_ on line to save we humans, we sit here
diss them!"

"Still, I can't-"

The sentence is never finished, as a scream and the sound of a body
falling down a flight of stairs silences the debate.

The panelists are rising, and some are reaching for weapons, before the
thunder of automatic gunfire drowns out the soundtrack, the backdrop
rippling and shaking and being splashed with blood, the panellists being
flung and tossed by the storm of bullets: more gunfire and the camera
lurches, pointing at the badly-painted ceiling of the basement studio,
as the sound of electrical equipment being shot to pieces overloads the
microphone.

There is a pause, and the metallic sounds of magazines being changed,
and a few people moaning.

The measured sound of footfalls, and a short burst of gunfire; the deep
thudding of an AK-series weapon. The butchershop thud of a heavy blade
into resisting flesh. One shot, sharp and crisp: another, with the
deeper resonances of a Kalashnikov's oversized gas expansion chamber.
The moaning has stopped, and the footsteps retreat: only faint metallic
noises, _clicks_ and the sound of something metallic rolling on the
tiled floor breaking the silence before the camera whites out and dies
in a howl of static.]

"The terrorists executed every person present, and destroyed the
basement studio with hand grenades. The only clue was a message painted
on the backdrop: 'MAC Fights On - Freddy Frypp Will Never Be Forgotten'.

"Sue, the obvious motive was a metahuman group striking back in
retaliation for the brutal murder of the Junkins family earlier this
evening, especially with this reference to the executed terrorist Frypp,
tried and sentenced in San Francisco for a series of racial atrocities.
Now, the question we're all asking is, where will the next racist attack
be, and how many innocents will die there?"

"We can only wait and see, Justin. And so Seattle once again dances on
the brink of race war, as Humanis and metahuman terrorists compete to
see who can escalate their brutality the furthest.

"On a lighter note, Auburn resident Willy Spriggs was startled to see
the face of the late President Dunkelzahn revealed, when he sliced a
grapefruit for his dinner guests..."
+++++end excerpt

I mean, someone tell me that HFLAO would still have been hit even if I
_hadn't_ tried to be balanced and show both sides of the debate. Right?

Anyone?

Please?]<<<<<
-- Bungle <01:59:43/04-15-59>

>>>>>[Probably. Happy now?]<<<<<
-- Easy <02:05:43/04-15-59>

From:	Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE>
Subject:	Re: Work to do
Date:	Wed, 15 Apr 1998 12:01:29 +0100

Message no. 4 ***** PRIVATE: Cholo
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-- Anonymous <11:45:56/04-15-59>
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From:	Erik Jameson <erikj@****.COM>
Subject:	Re: Work to do
Date:	Wed, 15 Apr 1998 14:35:44 -0400

Message no. 5 >>>>>[Crying out loud...Freddy's like Dunkelzahn; he may be dead, but he's
still causing a ruckus.

I'm not so sure Freddy would have approved of that blatant brutality of
that strike; not enough style for him, no real punch line as it were. The
target of the strike, yes, the style in which it was executed, no.

Fragging Freddy. I still have a scar from Platina you bastard.]<<<<<
-- the Dark Stranger <11:30:43/04-15-59>

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