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From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Thu, 18 Feb 1999 22:45:29 +0000

Message no. 1 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: Commander Zachary Turner

Zach, we could really use your help.

How do you fancy your odds on a stand-up fight against a couple of
battalions of heliborne air-assault troops? You get maybe twenty men,
plus up to four tons of Sentry guns, drones, ammunition and missiles. to
fend them off.

I thought about hiring subcontractors... but this is too much a slugging
match for shadowrunners. Needs hardcore military. I'd suggest Team
Twelve plus Lieutenant Kurtz' Recon unit from the First Marines, but if
you take the job you'll be force commander and you get to pick and
choose.

You _do_ get Stephanie and a few of the more determined Rebels, they
have a stake in this too. (Payback for the Yemen fiasco...)

Interested? If not, let me know.

Why? We just pinpointed Nar'moh'ach. Time to make a house call.

The Doctor _is_ in.]<<<<<
-- Captain L R W Lynch <22:45:22/02-18-60>

From:	Mark A. Imbriaco mark.imbriaco@*****.com
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Fri, 19 Feb 1999 15:42:40 -0500 (EST)

Message no. 2 ***** INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[ TO: Captain L R W Lynch

I like the odds -- it won't be pretty with a force that small, but I think
with the right people it can be done. It will not be bloodless, and we
will take some causalties, but it can be done.

How much time are we going to have to put it together? If I'm going to be
combining the recon troops with bits of Team 12, I'm going to need some
training time to get them working together. Friendly fire with a team
this small could be disasterous.

I'm going to need a full briefing ASAP -- I can hitch a ride back to DC
and be there sometime this evening if that works. ]<<<<<
-- Commander Zachary Turner <15:21:40/02-19-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Mon, 22 Feb 1999 23:47:58 +0000

Message no. 3 *****PRIVATE: Nar'moh'ach
>>>>>[Like I said, now he's inside it's _easy_ to track his diary.

+++++begin diary
Nar'moh'ach regards me with amusement. "Black is your colour,
Christian."

I nod. He's done his homework: I found the Second Chance fatigues laid
out on my bed, along with a HK227C3 and a Guardian, both set up just the
way I like them.

The raid gear's heavy, but it spreads the weight of its formidable
protection and the gear I'm carrying so well I hardly know it's there.
"I never did understand why Lilith kept laughing at me about that."

"Her husband. Lynch derided men in black fatigues, carrying HK227s,
saying they were poseurs more interested in image than practicality."
The Doctor's electronic voice manages a decent snort of disgust.

"Weird." It is, to me. "The -227's the best weapon for indoor work like
here, and black's distinctive, it cuts down on the friendly fire." I
just don't see the problem.

"Whereas I know from experience that Lynch would carry an assault rifle,
or fight with just a pair of ancient Predators, and he would wear either
battledress or civilian clothing, all to fit his warped sense of
personal style." Nar'moh'ach shrugs. "Irrelevant, in any case. He is
dead, and soon his wife will be too."

"Kind of a waste..." I muse, remembering the tall, lithe shapeshifter.
It's still easy to imagine what screwing her would be like... before
reality kicks in. She's far too dangerous for that sort of game:
wasteful or not, put her down hard and finish her with a silver bullet
to the head.

I'd better get a few made up ready, just in case.

The Doctor, though, seems to be anticipating my thoughts. "Too
dangerous, and too distant, Mitchell. She'd kill you before she let you
have her. But I know a man like you has needs, desires, that should not
go unfulfilled. I have acquired a woman for you."

"Not _really_ my scene..." I'm not into rape. I'm sure the prisoners
being brought in are fair game for any off-duty guards who see one they
want in the cages, but I just can't imagine getting pleasure from
forcing myself onto a terrified, hate-filled woman.

"Oh, not a slave girl snatched off some ferry by the pirates."
Nar'moh'ach chuckles. "No, I know you would find little joy there,
Christian, you're a decent man and that's why I need you. Degenerates
can be led by the genitals, they make fine slaves but foul allies. No,
no, I have found you something much more satisfactory. She is waiting
for you in your quarters. You may need this." He passes me a chip.

I slot it, finding it's a simple radio code: frequency, pulse shape,
durations, intensity control. The Doctor waits for me to look up, before
continuing. "A little reminder for her, of who is in control. A small,
simple implant, with which you can remotely stimulate her pain centre,
with anything from a slight twinge to unbearable agony."

"Kinky." I'm not sure I like this as much as I'm meant to. "What about
pleasure?"

"Such a stimulation of the pleasure centre causes a tolerance to
endorphins to quickly build up. The subject becomes immune even to the
augmented signal, and heedless of mere physical sensation. The human
mind has a limited tolerance for pleasure, it seems, but its capacity
for pain is limitless."

Nar'moh'ach warms to his subject: obviously this is something he's
studied extensively. "For a task such as this, it is much better that
the subject remain receptive to physical stimulation. If you want to
give her pleasure, Christian, there's a most satisfying and traditional
method by which you may administer it. You'll find her willing and
receptive, I'm sure. Trust me."

So, I've got a sex slave waiting in my quarters, who I can jazz into
agony with a thought. There's got to be an angle on this, or else the
guy's badly misread me. I ponder, as I walk to my rooms, and decide the
best thing to do is just take a look and see.

As I unlock my door, I hear surprised movement inside, a quick
scurrying. The office and living room are empty, though the door to the
bedroom is ajar: I push it wide.

A remarkably beautiful blonde woman lies curled on the bed, wearing
stockings and nothing else: the lights dimmed, making her golden skin
almost glow in the dim illumination. She's arranged herself so as to
show off her high, firm breasts, her long legs and the rounded curves of
her buttocks to perfection, for the first person through the door. She
looks up, shaking her long blonde hair back from her face and opening
catlike green eyes -

The expression in them, as they meet my stare, is priceless, and I see
now just what a cool customer that Nar'moh'ach really is.

"Christian?" she gasps, sitting upright; starting to reach for her
discarded silk robe, then abandoning the attempt and just staring at me.
I've seen every inch of that lovely body, many times, we both know that,
she's got nothing physical to hide from me.

"Kathleen." I reply, unable to keep from smiling.

That doesn't seem to reassure my ex-wife.
+++++end diary.

He stopped the diary at that point, unsurprisingly. The spycam provided
some quite interesting viewing, though.

Whatever you told her, it worked. She was downright desperate to please,
and he was more than happy to let her. Didn't need to use her implant at
all.]<<<<<
-- Yefrem <23:47:37/02-22-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Mon, 22 Feb 1999 23:57:01 +0000

Message no. 4 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: Cdr Zachary Turner

Casualties we can cope with, medical expenses are _not_ a problem; this
is an official UCAS raid, or will be after the fact.

Wounded is repairable, just keep as many of your team alive as you can.
(Like you needed me to say that?)

Time, you've got at least a week, maybe as much as a month, but when you
get word to 'go' you've got eight hours to be packed, ready and airborne
and you'll be fighting for your life within twenty-four. I'll keep you
as briefed as I can on when it goes down, but I don't know myself...

You'll get your full picture soon as you reach DC, anyway.

Thanks, Zach, this is _important_ and it means a lot to have you with
us.]<<<<<
-- Captain L R W Lynch <23:53:57/02-22-60>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Thu, 18 Feb 1999 22:45:29 +0000

Message no. 5 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: Commander Zachary Turner

Zach, we could really use your help.

How do you fancy your odds on a stand-up fight against a couple of
battalions of heliborne air-assault troops? You get maybe twenty men,
plus up to four tons of Sentry guns, drones, ammunition and missiles. to
fend them off.

I thought about hiring subcontractors... but this is too much a slugging
match for shadowrunners. Needs hardcore military. I'd suggest Team
Twelve plus Lieutenant Kurtz' Recon unit from the First Marines, but if
you take the job you'll be force commander and you get to pick and
choose.

You _do_ get Stephanie and a few of the more determined Rebels, they
have a stake in this too. (Payback for the Yemen fiasco...)

Interested? If not, let me know.

Why? We just pinpointed Nar'moh'ach. Time to make a house call.

The Doctor _is_ in.]<<<<<
-- Captain L R W Lynch <22:45:22/02-18-60>

From:	Mark A. Imbriaco mark.imbriaco@*****.com
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Fri, 19 Feb 1999 15:42:40 -0500 (EST)

Message no. 6 ***** INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[ TO: Captain L R W Lynch

I like the odds -- it won't be pretty with a force that small, but I think
with the right people it can be done. It will not be bloodless, and we
will take some causalties, but it can be done.

How much time are we going to have to put it together? If I'm going to be
combining the recon troops with bits of Team 12, I'm going to need some
training time to get them working together. Friendly fire with a team
this small could be disasterous.

I'm going to need a full briefing ASAP -- I can hitch a ride back to DC
and be there sometime this evening if that works. ]<<<<<
-- Commander Zachary Turner <15:21:40/02-19-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Mon, 22 Feb 1999 23:47:58 +0000

Message no. 7 *****PRIVATE: Nar'moh'ach
>>>>>[Like I said, now he's inside it's _easy_ to track his diary.

+++++begin diary
Nar'moh'ach regards me with amusement. "Black is your colour,
Christian."

I nod. He's done his homework: I found the Second Chance fatigues laid
out on my bed, along with a HK227C3 and a Guardian, both set up just the
way I like them.

The raid gear's heavy, but it spreads the weight of its formidable
protection and the gear I'm carrying so well I hardly know it's there.
"I never did understand why Lilith kept laughing at me about that."

"Her husband. Lynch derided men in black fatigues, carrying HK227s,
saying they were poseurs more interested in image than practicality."
The Doctor's electronic voice manages a decent snort of disgust.

"Weird." It is, to me. "The -227's the best weapon for indoor work like
here, and black's distinctive, it cuts down on the friendly fire." I
just don't see the problem.

"Whereas I know from experience that Lynch would carry an assault rifle,
or fight with just a pair of ancient Predators, and he would wear either
battledress or civilian clothing, all to fit his warped sense of
personal style." Nar'moh'ach shrugs. "Irrelevant, in any case. He is
dead, and soon his wife will be too."

"Kind of a waste..." I muse, remembering the tall, lithe shapeshifter.
It's still easy to imagine what screwing her would be like... before
reality kicks in. She's far too dangerous for that sort of game:
wasteful or not, put her down hard and finish her with a silver bullet
to the head.

I'd better get a few made up ready, just in case.

The Doctor, though, seems to be anticipating my thoughts. "Too
dangerous, and too distant, Mitchell. She'd kill you before she let you
have her. But I know a man like you has needs, desires, that should not
go unfulfilled. I have acquired a woman for you."

"Not _really_ my scene..." I'm not into rape. I'm sure the prisoners
being brought in are fair game for any off-duty guards who see one they
want in the cages, but I just can't imagine getting pleasure from
forcing myself onto a terrified, hate-filled woman.

"Oh, not a slave girl snatched off some ferry by the pirates."
Nar'moh'ach chuckles. "No, I know you would find little joy there,
Christian, you're a decent man and that's why I need you. Degenerates
can be led by the genitals, they make fine slaves but foul allies. No,
no, I have found you something much more satisfactory. She is waiting
for you in your quarters. You may need this." He passes me a chip.

I slot it, finding it's a simple radio code: frequency, pulse shape,
durations, intensity control. The Doctor waits for me to look up, before
continuing. "A little reminder for her, of who is in control. A small,
simple implant, with which you can remotely stimulate her pain centre,
with anything from a slight twinge to unbearable agony."

"Kinky." I'm not sure I like this as much as I'm meant to. "What about
pleasure?"

"Such a stimulation of the pleasure centre causes a tolerance to
endorphins to quickly build up. The subject becomes immune even to the
augmented signal, and heedless of mere physical sensation. The human
mind has a limited tolerance for pleasure, it seems, but its capacity
for pain is limitless."

Nar'moh'ach warms to his subject: obviously this is something he's
studied extensively. "For a task such as this, it is much better that
the subject remain receptive to physical stimulation. If you want to
give her pleasure, Christian, there's a most satisfying and traditional
method by which you may administer it. You'll find her willing and
receptive, I'm sure. Trust me."

So, I've got a sex slave waiting in my quarters, who I can jazz into
agony with a thought. There's got to be an angle on this, or else the
guy's badly misread me. I ponder, as I walk to my rooms, and decide the
best thing to do is just take a look and see.

As I unlock my door, I hear surprised movement inside, a quick
scurrying. The office and living room are empty, though the door to the
bedroom is ajar: I push it wide.

A remarkably beautiful blonde woman lies curled on the bed, wearing
stockings and nothing else: the lights dimmed, making her golden skin
almost glow in the dim illumination. She's arranged herself so as to
show off her high, firm breasts, her long legs and the rounded curves of
her buttocks to perfection, for the first person through the door. She
looks up, shaking her long blonde hair back from her face and opening
catlike green eyes -

The expression in them, as they meet my stare, is priceless, and I see
now just what a cool customer that Nar'moh'ach really is.

"Christian?" she gasps, sitting upright; starting to reach for her
discarded silk robe, then abandoning the attempt and just staring at me.
I've seen every inch of that lovely body, many times, we both know that,
she's got nothing physical to hide from me.

"Kathleen." I reply, unable to keep from smiling.

That doesn't seem to reassure my ex-wife.
+++++end diary.

He stopped the diary at that point, unsurprisingly. The spycam provided
some quite interesting viewing, though.

Whatever you told her, it worked. She was downright desperate to please,
and he was more than happy to let her. Didn't need to use her implant at
all.]<<<<<
-- Yefrem <23:47:37/02-22-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Mon, 22 Feb 1999 23:57:01 +0000

Message no. 8 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: Cdr Zachary Turner

Casualties we can cope with, medical expenses are _not_ a problem; this
is an official UCAS raid, or will be after the fact.

Wounded is repairable, just keep as many of your team alive as you can.
(Like you needed me to say that?)

Time, you've got at least a week, maybe as much as a month, but when you
get word to 'go' you've got eight hours to be packed, ready and airborne
and you'll be fighting for your life within twenty-four. I'll keep you
as briefed as I can on when it goes down, but I don't know myself...

You'll get your full picture soon as you reach DC, anyway.

Thanks, Zach, this is _important_ and it means a lot to have you with
us.]<<<<<
-- Captain L R W Lynch <23:53:57/02-22-60>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Fri, 18 Feb 2000 22:47:23 +0000

Message no. 9 *****PRIVATE: EXRT12
>>>>>[+FLASHBACK+ +FLASHBACK+ +FLASHBACK+
HIVE REPORT AT GRID >>LOCATION<<

ACTIVITY CONFIRMED

FRV GRIDREF >>LOCATION2<<

PRIORITY 2
ROE ECHO
ALERT STATE RED

SOCOM TEAM SECURING FRV AND CONDUCTING TAC RECON. JOIN ON OUR
LOCATION ASAP]<<<<<
-- MAJ J R W LYNCH <22:46:43/02-18-61>
SPECIAL OPERATIONS COMMAND

From:	solomon mitchell bassbomber44@*******.com
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Sat, 19 Feb 2000 03:08:59 EST

Message no. 10 what r you talking about

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>*****PRIVATE: EXRT12
> >>>>>[+FLASHBACK+ +FLASHBACK+ +FLASHBACK+
>HIVE REPORT AT GRID >>LOCATION<<
>
>ACTIVITY CONFIRMED
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>FRV GRIDREF >>LOCATION2<<
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>PRIORITY 2
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>SOCOM TEAM SECURING FRV AND CONDUCTING TAC RECON. JOIN ON OUR
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From:	shadowtk@*********.com (James Dening)
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Sun Mar 31 17:20:01 2002

Message no. 11 *****INTERNAL: Robert Frakes, Gridsec Security.
>>>>>[Sir, I found this:

+++++include message
[In any case: the target is one Samuel Russken, of Apartment 2B, 433
Herbert Hoover Boulevard, Renton.]

This wasn't even a private mail - just came through a....board I glance
at every now and again. I've followed the thread, and it looks like
something...well....bad, might happen to this man.

The only real question is....What do we do about it?]<<<<<
-- Bill Hickson <23::41:01/03-31-63>
Security Duty Monitor
GridSec, Inc.

From:	Mark Imbriaco <mark@******.NET>
Subject:	ALERT
Date:	Thu, 26 Jun 1997 12:26:18 -0400

Message no. 12 ***** INTERNAL: SIGAnet
>>>>>[ TO: All SIGA Employees

This is an automated message from Alex Monroe. If you're getting this, it
means that I've activated the my personal PanicButton and am probably in
pretty big trouble. This message will include the frequencies needed to
locate the tracking device that is embedded in my PanicButton.

+++++ include file: panicbutton.specs ]<<<<<
-- Alexander Monroe <12:14:20/06-26-58>
Matrix Scrounger
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: ALERT
Date:	Thu, 26 Jun 1997 22:50:19 +0100

Message no. 13 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: 1Lt L R W Lynch, 1Lt J R W Lynch
You heard the man.

+++++include flux_location.data

Best we can do for now.

Hustle.]<<<<<
-- LCdr R E Tarkington <Furry:Fighting:Felines/Rule-The-Skies>
Dogsbody
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Tue, 1 Jul 1997 11:40:20 +1200

Message no. 14 *****INTERNAL: Saedder-Krupp Seattle Internal E-mail
>>>>>[To: Security services, Z teams
From: Analysis Division

Report to designated stations ASAP. Domino's Transport will provide your
vehicles.]<<<<<
-- Saedder-Krupp Seattle Internal E-mail <17:38:46/06-31-58>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Mon, 9 Mar 1998 23:32:35 +0000

Message no. 15 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: 1Lt J R W Lynch, 1Lt L R W Lynch, LCdr R E Tarkington

This call just came in. I think you need to hustle on it.

+++++begin transcript

U: Unidentified Male Voice
R: Reception
B: E Byrnes, SIGA

R: You have reached the Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency. This
call is being recorded. How may we help you?

U: I really need to talk to someone. I've got information, and I need
help.

R: What type of information, sir?

U: A bad guy. A real bad guy, gunning for your man Lynch. I know where
he's holed up.

R: I'll transfer you to one of our staff. Please hold.

<pause, marked by Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik>

B: Sergeant Byrnes speaking, this is an insecure line, your call is
being recorded, how may I help you?

U: I'm in Miami -

B: Can't do much about that. Talk to the airlines or Greyhound.

U: What? Look, this is serious. I'm in Miami and I just finished a
patchup job on some lowlife. Some lowlife who keeps going on about
Lynch this and Lynch that and he's gonna kill Lynch for sure. Big
fucker, skinhead, wirehead, hopped on fluoro and Christ knows what
else. Had something like a nine-mil explosive in one arm, and a web
of fractures from maybe a .22 in the head. Hell of a job putting the
lacing back together, I mean that stuff kept him from being hurt a
lot worse than he is but repairing it -

B: I get the idea. Dark band across his eyes?

U: Yeah. I figured you'd know him. I know where he's holed up.

B: Good. So?

U: Not over the goddamn phone! I'll tell Lynch in person where this guy
is and who sent me to fix him. I want protection. I want out of here.
You understand?

B: I understand. How can we reach you?

U: I'll call again soon.
+++++end call

Sounds genuine. Could be a trap, could be a lead.

SOP?]<<<<<
-- Elizabeth Byrnes <Liz:Say:Hello/To-Mister-Snappy>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

*****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[To: E Byrnes

Yeah, we'll take the cheese. Give him a green light, and as soon as you
get a location, pass it on.]<<<<<
-- 1Lt J R W Lynch <23:37:54/03-09-59>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Alert
Date:	Thu, 16 Apr 1998 17:55:28 +0100

Message no. 16 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: All SIGA Staff

Bead curtain, yellow.

Abbadon knows Easy and Quinn are teamed against him. _Maybe_ a lucky
guess, but I don't believe in lucky guesses.

Find out where the leak is, and plug it. Fast.]<<<<<
-- D J H Coppinger <17:55:34/04-15-59>
Director
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

From:	Evan Hughes <ehughes@****.carleton.ca>
Subject:	Alert.
Date:	Mon, 20 Nov 95 1:03:04 EST

Message no. 17 *****PRIVATE TO: Righteous
>>>>>[Conflict footing. Please tailor all actions
accordingly]<<<<<
-- CORRUPTED <CORRUPTED/CORRUPTED>

From:	Evan Hughes <ehughes@****.carleton.ca>
Subject:	Alert.
Date:	Sun, 10 Mar 96 20:21:05 EST

Message no. 18 *****PRIVATE TO: Jen and Gabe
>>>>>[We've been fending search daemons and low level IC of your streams
for the past two and a half days. Watch out.

{Initial analysis shows they were mostly human written, originating from
within the Seattle region. We've loosed a few daemon's on the style.
Within the next day or two we should have some grime on the author.}]<<<<<
-- #$Rfvbhf8!!!!!!!! <CORRUPT/CORRUPT>

*****PRIVATE TO: Righteous and Dana
>>>>>[
+++++Include File: plans.parkdale
+++++Include File: security.parkdale
+++++Inlcude File: inmates.parkdale
+++++Include File: personel.parkdale
I won't ask.]<<<<<
-- fg8{4SD@**** <CORR/COR/CO/C
+++++SIGNAL TERMINATED AT SOURCE

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