| From: | shadowtk@*********.com (Paul J. Adam) |
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| Subject: | Arrivals |
| Date: | Thu Mar 7 16:50:01 2002 |
was a paycheque involved, though.
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One of the less impressive entrances to the Pentagon; it doesn't look
any different from any corporate office... except for the UCAS
Department of Defence crest inlaid into the floor. Most of the people
who walk in try to avoid standing on it, but one, a compact man in a
stylish suit, seems almost to have gone out of his way to walk across
it's centre.
Maybe that's why the army-uniformed security guards are difficult in
letting him through. Even before he's disarmed himself they have their
hands on tasers, and when he shows them the heavy pistol under his
jacket they leave the tasers and unsling their SMGs.
He has his hands up, obviously trying to defuse the situation, but he
looks irritated.
One of the guards starts running a scanning wand over the suit, and the
number of lights that start flashing would seem to indicate that it's
detected whatever it was designed to detect. The suit is grabbed and
frog marched, protesting, out of the camera's view.
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M: Matthew Van Holde
R: 1Lt Ron Brokaw, security
R: So what's a cybered c-man doing wandering into the Pentagon?
M: I have an appointment...
R: That required heavy firepower?
M: A ten-mil pistol hardly constitutes 'heavy firepower'.
R: For a boardroom, it's not exactly required either.
M: Boardroom? Where the frag did that come from?
R: I'll ask the questions here.
M: [starts laughing]
R: What the fuck are you laughing about?
M: Sorry [muffles a giggle]... it's all just a little gestapo cliche for
me...
R: That's it... you're under arrest for possession of class C restricted
cyberware, subject to a surgical confirmation of its presence. You
have the right to a phone call, which you can make on your own damn
headphone, I don't see why we should foot the bill.
M: Okay... hang on a moment. Yeah, Lynch, that you? Yeah, I know I don't
need to talk out loud, but I want the guy here to hear this too...
I'm in the brig, down on sublevel 1 I think...
R: Lynch? _General_ Lynch?
M: Hang on... yeah, that's the one... he's my appointment. My boss, if
this goes okay.
R: Oh, drek, I guess that explains the gun. You shoulda _said_ you were
with the Psycho. But... if you work for him, how come you didn't
bring something bigger? Look, we're sorry, sir...
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No idea who the Mystery Man was, but it seems he dropped the right, or
maybe the wrong, name.]<<<<<
-- Bungle <21:37:53/03-07-63>
