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From:	Mike Goldberg <m_goldberg@**.COLORADO.EDU>
Subject:	And so it begins....
Date:	Tue, 13 Sep 1994 16:25:46 MST

Message no. 1 >>>>>[ Hello, I hope this is the right place to contact Scourge and other
of
his comrades. I'm interested in finding DragonEyes. I have managed to get 2
weeks worth of freedom from work (Doc Wagon) to search for him. I admit, I do
not really have combat experience, so I think it would be best if someone
helped me in this task.

As to why I am willing to help him. Well, I have a patient that needs magical
medical attention badly, and I have heard that DragonEyes is one of the better
ones to go to. And the patient doesn't have much time. A conservative estimate
is 2 months left, unless I can get him help. So, if I can have somebody help me
with finding DragonEyes . . . I'm willing. I need to know by Friday morning, so
I can go to wherever you are and start the search.

Scourge, if you can set up a way for me to either meet you or keep in touch
with you, it would help a lot. Also I will need to know, where to start
looking. I am thinking that Denver would be a good place to start. Anyone else
who knows about various hiding places of DragonEyes, if they could let me know
about them would be appreciated. ]<<<<<
-- Crashkit <18:24:47/9-13-55>

>>>>>[ Crashkit, welcome aboard. I'll get the info to you by bonded
carrier. As
to your address . . . well you were easy to trace. And FYI tracking DragonEyes
could be very dangerous. I hope that someone besides me and hopefully IBA will
help you in your search. Good luck. ]<<<<<
-- Scourge <18:26:45/9-13-55>

From:	High Lord of House Wolf <vorien@******.COM>
Subject:	Re: And so it begins.... (fwd)
Date:	Sun, 18 Sep 1994 13:05:00 -0700

Message no. 2 >>>>>[ Crashkit? That sounds familiar. If you trained last year December
down south of Roswell (I can't believe Roswell is on the map) perhaps we
could meet somewhere. Depending on where you're located, I may be able to
help your patient remain stable while you go off looking for this
DragonEyes. If you remember me, you might consider me as a travelling
companion. Especially if you're working on the patient designated
'Morrison.' Let me know how to reach you, or contact me through
>>encrypted<< if you need to. ]<<<<<
-- Vorien <15:06:22/09-18-55>

From:	Brian Rogers <rogers@****.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	And so it begins...
Date:	Wed, 4 Oct 1995 18:52:02 -0500

Message no. 3 ***** NOT TO: Justice
>>>>>[ +++++ Begin Download:

The image snaps open quickly with, not a fade from black, be a fade in from
total white. At the bottom of the screen you can see the words WHITE BALANCING
flashing methodicly. Slowly it fades in to show the inside of a small
meeting room from a camera hidden high in one of the
room's corner. There are 3 figures sitting at a table obviously in the
initial planning stages of a run.

A dark-haired elf, wearing a black t-shirt and what looks like black
jeans has his back to the camera. To his right sits a smallish, for
trolls that is, troll dressed in brown leather (synth?) austrailian
duster. Directly oposite the pair is a large human who is dressed, casually,
in a black leather long coat over a stunning 3 piece suit.

The troll, who seems to be leading the discussion is speaking when the audio
catches up with the video feed...

"I do not mean to be overly rude but, we know next to nothing about you. I
trust Navaah to take care of us but only so far. I have taken the liberty of
scanning you astrally and I can tell you are not only active but are also
under the influence of a illusion of some type. Broad spectrum I would
have to guess." The troll leans forward as if to take a closer look at
whatever spell is affecting the man.

The man leans back a bit in his chair and studies the troll intently.
"It is good that you have not looked too deeply. It is also a good practice to
know who you are working with. I admire that and wish to foster in you the
need to question where you are ..." Before he can finish his sentence the
dark haird elf leaps swiftly over the table producing a fine bladed dagger and
quickly holds it to the human's throat.

The troll seems momentarily surprised but recovers quickly. In an attempt to
salvage the situation he decides upon the diplomatic approach, "It seems that
my mute friend here has grown tired of your constant bantering
our questions around and side stepping them. I suggest you answer truthfully
and quickly before he cuts your throat. I really cannot control his actions."
The troll's eyes are filled with a silent pleading. He knows that the elf won't
think twice before eliminating someone he considers a threat to the team.

The initial shock of the elf's blinding flast movements wears off quickly and
the man's expression fleetingly changes from shock to and almost paternal
admimiration. He clears his throat casually, locks glares with the troll and
continues "...uncertain. You understand that threatening my life is not going
to fill me with confidence that you will be able to complete my tasks.
Navaah mentioned to me that you all were a little cautious. I like that.
Please have a seat, Grishtar, and allow me to further explain."

The troll nods to Gristar who then reluctantly withdraws. As Grishtar steps
away, he quickly looks down, and notices the blade in the human's hands mere
inches from his groin. He jumps backwards and lands in a defensive combat
stance.

The human slowly stands, flips back his long coat, and replaces a bone white
dagger into it sheath.

Man: "If it makes you feel better, you would have killed me and, unless your
troll friend here knows quite a bit of healing magics, you would have
bled to death in a few minutes. Save the 'bad assed shadowrunner' posturing
for later. Can we get back to dealing with this?"

Troll: "Before we continue at all, I want answers to my questions and I would
like to have them without all the circumlocutory chatter. Does that sound
fine with you, Gris? Than?"

A gruff metalic voice answers affirmatively from a speaker located in the
center of the table and Gristar answers in
the only way he can -- he reclaims his seat, still visibly shaken from his
near wounding encounter.

"I am Justice. As you suspected, I am your 'Johnson' and a 'runner.
I asked Navaah to acquire for me a bit of well rounded talent for a job I need
to have done. This particular job is a little more risky than
normal. In this business there are a few things you should never do unless
you have a damned fine reason.

1 -- Never screw over a team member unless a) he will not be in
a position to do something about it or b) you have enough evidence to have him
thrown into a large hole for multiple years. 2 -- Never go after a fixer.
Fixers tend to have a network much like 'runners. Work will get real scarce.
There is too much at stake there. People protect their cash sources with
a vengence. 3 -- Never put all your eggs in one basket. If a run goes
wrong, have a way to get out of it without losing your life, your money, or
your equipment. And, while you are at it, try to come away from every job
better than when you went it. Sometimes this ends up only being experience
but thats better than being dead or hunted.

In this case we are breaking rule number two. There is a fixer in town that
has some information I need to have. Fairly simple. We find him, we ask him
to give us the information, he does, we leave. In and out in a couple
of minutes. I wish I could say we have some advantage but we dont.

Justice reaches into his inside pocket and produces 3 computer chips and
lays them on the table. Both men reach out and take the chips and slide
them into readers.

The metallic voice heard earlier once again booms out from the
speaker sitting on the table. "HEY! GUYS! HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN SOMETHING?!"

"Im sorry, Thantos, please do forgive me." With that, the troll reaches
down and plugs the third and final chip into a small transmitter, fiddles with
a few switches then places it in the middle of the table. "Than, can you
say something for me?"

"Sure...how is this, Baby?", a much quieter and more tolerable voice radiates
from the speaker system.

The troll looks quite pleased with himself. He sits back down and, with a
flourish of his hands answers, "Fabulous. You were over modulating a bit."

"I know. Hey, Wait! Did you turn me down? You're ruining the total
Wizard of Oz Motif I got going here. Well, anyway, I'm done scanning the chip.

The gist of the chip is -- that the fixer in question worked, until
recently, with mostly small time action. Rumors of his
being involved with placing ringers in for a couple of gang fights, having
some involvement with a few mail carrier shipment heists. Nothing very
serious but he has been steadily growing in influence. From whats on
this chip, he usually takes a really small cut on the jobs he contracts
out. This attracts better runners...the money is good...and gets him a
good loyal following. However, most recently, he has been said to have
gotten into bed with a couple of the side-line fixers from the major players.
He is 3 or 4 fixers removed from any of the REAL action but he IS getting
some of the primo contracts for his stable." Thantos pauses for a second
as if in reflection and then continues. "If there was a time to start
breaking the rules and a time to follow them, I would say right now is
not the time to be breaking it."

Baby nods his agreement in unison with the mute Grishtar, "Agreed, my friend.
But there is a caveat that should be added: 'Know when
the backstab will finish the job'. Navaah is paying well for his files and
his roster. And our new friend here is paying well for us to get to him.
So, all in all, we will come out ahead." The troll sounds as if he has already
weighed the pro's and cons involved. His mind is made up.

"Dead men cannot buy toys."

Justice clears his throat. "If we do things properly, no one will ever know
we talked with him."

---- End Transmission]<<<<<
-- Thantos <21:05:12 / 10-04-56>>

***** PRIVATE: Thantos
>>>>>[You said you were not planning on posting any information about
that run. Why the change of heart?]<<<<<
-- Grishtar <21:02:45 / 10-04-56>

***** PRIVATE: Grishtar
>>>>>[It pays to advertise. It was a clean run, we need the money, and we
didnt sign any contracts saying we werent. Besides, our johnson wont
see it here anyway. He's probably back in his cushy little office somewhere
trying to forget the entire night]<<<<<
-- Thantos <21:12:15 / 10-04-56>

***** PRIVATE: Thantos
>>>>>[By the heavens! Weren't you listening at all? Your having a voice
prevents you from listening. He said he was a shadow runner too...or at least
was. Baby says he talked to Navaah about him. What little bit of information
she DID give out points to him either still running but doing it at
the corporate level, or he's good enough that he can retire.]<<<<<
-- Grishtar <21:28:45 / 10-04-56>

***** PRIVATE: Grishtar
>>>>>[Dont get your silk undies in a grundy. Its cool, man. It was
encrypted
anyway. Nothing to worry about]<<<<<
-- Thantos <21:42:45 / 10-04-56>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	And So It Begins...
Date:	Wed, 16 Apr 1997 17:40:34 +0100

Message no. 4 *****PRIVATE: Farmer
>>>>>[The mission is complete. The wings of the birds will be clipped
when the time comes.]<<<<<
-- Harrow <17:42:36/16-04-58>

*****PRIVATE: Farmer
>>>>>[And I called to them, but they heard not: I shewed myself to them,
but they saw not.

We go with the power of the Lord.]<<<<<
-- Tractor <17:44:17/16-04-58>

*****PRIVATE: Farmer
>>>>>[Mission accomplished. Knowbots loosed. Viral constructs released.
Subroutines running. All systems performing as scheduled. Agents
released as planned, and total success anticipated. ]<<<<<
-- Combine <17:48:31/16-04-58>

From:	Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	And so it begins
Date:	Tue, 20 Jan 1998 20:48:36 +0000

Message no. 5 *****Private: Santana
>>>>>[Here is footage of that run you called against Carter Bodyspecs.
It seems Haze assaulted Carter's node beforehand, and reworked the
camera feeds, because even though we see him in every shot, obviously,
security didn't respond quickly enough. However, we were able to direct
the signal intended for a storage archive LTG (Probably Haze's or an
ally) to our archive, with minimal interference. Unless he looks hard,
he will not see his signal being tampered with. Further monitoring is
considered unnecessary and has been dropped.

<start footage>
[0205:Camera 3(Eastern Wall) BW NoSound]

Dim lights illuminate a small courtyard. Left of the view, a high wall,
topped with metal rods at regular intervals, runs the lenght of the
yard. A small brick walkway comes out of the darkness on the far right,
twisting through an oriental garden, leading to a metal door. A tall
row of thick cedar shrubs line the farthest wall, almost out of view.

[0209:Camera 3(Eastern Wall) BW NoSound]

Barely visible, something moves at the base of one of the metal post, on
top of the wall. Thin wires plug into it, but not much else can be
seen. Sudenly, twin beams light up, like neon lines between two of the
rods...then quickly fade away. The wires get pulled out by someone.
Hands appear on the edge, and a body effortlessly pulls himself to the
other side. Tall, with a black fullsuit, facemask and webbing.
Dangling by his side is a large firearm, with several more holstered.
On his hips hang two plastic-like cases, molded, curved to fit around
his waist. He lands hard, his feet burying into the ground. A quick
glance, he proceeds smoothly towards the door.

[0210: Camera 4 (Eastern Gate) BW NoSound]

He appears in detail. His face is obscured by huge black goggles,
strapped around a nylon-like fullface mask. An obvious macroplast plate
armor is covered by most of his web gear. Six guns are holstered on
him, two small caliber weapons under each arm, two SMG-like weapons on
each thigh. The gun dangling on it's sling looks like an Assault rifle,
but with a bigger barrel, and Calico-like magazine. The two molded
plastic cases on his hips seem to be electronics of some sort. The one
on his left seems smaller than the other, and a loose array of
translucent wires dangle from it.

He runs towards the door. Quickly inspecting it, he spots something on,
it appears, the right of it. Lifting his left leg up, he quickly opens
up his black casing, pulling out the wires. Taking alligator clips from
the case, he fits them on the end of the cables, seemingly sticking them
next to the door. After a few seconds of fidgeting with what was
obviously a control panel, the door swings open. Coiling up his
equipment, he rushes through.

[0216: Camera 7 (Corridor B3) Color Sound (Image Edited and Erased)]

[0220: Camera 14(Lab 4) Color Sound]

The scene is typical. Several workbenches are filled with diagnostic
equipment, gear of all sorts, and miles and miles of wires carpeting the
floor. On the far left is another station, with a little black case
next to a Trid monitor. A half-eaten croissant sits next to the
keyboard. Neon lights flicker overhead. Out of the western door, the
black man walks in. Looking left and right, gun following, he carefully
moves towards the station. Sitting in front of it, seemingly confident
that no one will find him here, he pulls out a cord from his right-hip
casing, connecting it to his right temple. Another wire runs from the
casing to the small box. Several seconds pass. Clearly, he says
"Hmm..okay... R&R room A... he's still here, he hasn't punched out...
got him...Now for the stuff". After a minute, he gets agitated.. "Not
now... no you don't.. not there..nooo$%/(fdklk;` 5..... 543...

[Recalibrating system...Recalibrating system...Done]

"Gotcha muthafragger...Now for that lamer" He pulls out both cords,
coils them neatly inside their casing, and walks back out.

[0227: Camera 9 (Corridor B6) Color Sound (Image Edited and Erased)]

[0230: Camera 18 (R&R A) Color Sound ]

A small kitchen, equipped with the necessities. A dinner table, with
four white chairs around it, and obviously-dead flowers as a
centerpiece. Placed towards the left is a large trid unit, with a brown
sofa between it and the table. Two persons are in there, one of them
with a white labcoat on, the other in a shirt and tie. The labcoat one
is busy looking into a fairly empty refridgerator, the other is sprawled
into the sofa, watching trid.

[0231: Camera 18 (R&R A) Color Sound ]

Two loud bangs are heard. The first sends labcoat headfirst into the
fridge, bottles and glass breaking, blood splattering on the white
linoleum. His legs twitch a little, then the second bang comes in,
seemingly tearing his left shoulder apart, sending more blood splashing
on the kitchen floor.

The other stands up, looking in disbelief "Oh my... God... oh God". The
black man enters the room, two pistols aiming towards Shirt-and-tie. "Oh
my God. Don't kill me. I'll do anything."

"Shut up" as he moves towards him. Shirt-and-Tie looks on in terror,
backing up into the trid unit.

"I got a wife..and kids... I have money... I'll pay you. Please".

"I won't kill you... just face the wall. Hands up against the wall."

"Oh... thank you..." Shirt-and-tie does as he was told, spreading his
arms against the nearby wall. "I won't say a thing, I promise... I..."
His pleads are cut short as his face explodes against the beige wall,
his body suddenly limp, falling on the ground.

"Muthafraggin' whiner..." Placing two other shots in Suit-and-tie's
back,the black man walks around the sofa, leaving the room.

<end footage>

We couldn't modify Haze's editing routines. It seems he only wanted to
keep the relevant parts of this operation. Sources confirmed afterwards
that 6 persons were killed, 4 guards and 2 scientists, including the
lead research head at Carter. A little too brutal, but satisfactory in
our opinion. All objectives have been met. The casual brutality of the
man may be an advantage later when such will be required. Suggest
rescheduling of the Sioux hit to include Haze. Contacts have pointed us
towards two more who are somewhat casual in their attitude to life, and
may also prove to be assets in your aims.]<<<<<
-- Cat-o-nine <20:43:04/01-20-59>

From:	Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: And so it begins
Date:	Tue, 3 Feb 1998 01:25:59 +0000

Message no. 6 *****PRIVATE: Haze
>>>>>[We believe that you have had sufficient time to analyse the
mission we have planned for you, and would appreciate knowing when you
intend to carry out that request. As stated before, there is no rush
but it would be convenient to be aware of an approximate timescale so
that contingency plans can be put into effect.

There may be a slight deviation from the original parameters of your
mission depending on the time scale involved.]<<<<<
-- Cat-o-nine <01:21:31/02-03-59>

From:	Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA>
Subject:	Re: And so it begins
Date:	Mon, 2 Feb 1998 23:45:41 +0000

Message no. 7 *****Private: Cat-O-Nine
>>>>>[Within two weeks, the three targets will be taken care of. But new
parameters? I wasn't aware of any change of plan. This might play in the
balance a bit.

I expect to hear from you soon.]<<<<<
-- Haze <23:05:15/02-02-59>

From:	Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: And so it begins
Date:	Tue, 3 Feb 1998 19:49:30 +0000

Message no. 8 *****PRIVATE: Haze
>>>>>[Thank you for the notification. Alternative parameters are time
dependant, you will be operating inside our error margin so there will
be no need for any change in the operation we forwarded to you. If
there is any chance that you will need to delay beyond 14 days, it will
become necessary for us to activate certain contingency plans. It may
also result in a slightly more dramatic and "decorative" mission with
increased danger to yourself.

Please be so kind as to inform us if your schedule requires an increased
time scale.]<<<<<
-- Cat-o-nine <19:48:38/02-03-59>

From:	Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA>
Subject:	Re: And so it begins
Date:	Tue, 3 Feb 1998 16:14:02 +0000

Message no. 9 *****Private: Cat-O-nine
>>>>>[Nah, sounds cool. Although I don't like the fact that you'll
provide the necessary..huh..tools, on-site. Ah well, it's better than
trying to smuggle my MSG-900E into the Tir, I guess. I'll probably leave
Tuesday. Expect elimination of the three muthafraggers by next Thursday,
tops. That gives me just over a week... Well enough time to ice them all.

Actually, the way I see it, the first two shouldn't be much of a problem.
Low-ranking mouse-pushers, noble shits. Not much sec, so a long-range
hit should be enough. The third one... well... We'll see. I dunno.
Don't expect a perfect one-shot on that one. It seems I'll have to blast
the fucker point-blank. And if these stories about Tir Ghosts and shit
are true.

Forget that. The pay's worth it. All 3. Next Thursday. No excuses.

I won't fail.]<<<<<
-- Haze <18:43:11/02-03-59>

From:	Avenger <Avenger@*******.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: And so it begins
Date:	Tue, 3 Feb 1998 22:05:32 +0000

Message no. 10 *****PRIVATE: Haze
>>>>>[Again, your determination is admirable. Upon completion of the
current employment we would like to offer you another job. Details
available on successful return from your current destination.

If the third hit looks like it might be messy, we do not mind if
collateral damage becomes necessary. It is important that you succeed.
If you find it necessary to indulge yourself there is one who might be
of assisstance in acquiring certain items of mass destruction. She
follows the cause and is loyal. She may be contacted at >>location<<

The Tir Ghosts have a terrible reputation, but I assure you they are
simply men and women, with all that that implies. They are not
infallible, they are not as deadly and efficient as their press makes
out. Propoganda and all that shit, you know.

As regards smuggling your own weapons through to the Tir, that would be
a fatal mistake on your part. We can arrange for you to get through,
but more than that puts many people at risk. The terrorist and
shadowrunner activities over the last couple of years have resulted in
the Tir closing it's borders down tight, and cutting some of it's
financial and trade agreements with Seattle. If you were to be caught
carrying your own gear, we would not be able to help you, and after a
very short time you would no longer need help. Please understand that
in this respect the Tir do not play about.

Your schedule is satisfactory. I hope you enjoy your time in the Tir,
maybe if you are lucky, you can bring a souvenir home with you.]<<<<<
-- Cat-o-nine <22:05:17/02-03-59>

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