| From: | Ryan "uR|Uller" Myers rmyers@**.edu |
|---|---|
| Subject: | A smelly situation... |
| Date: | Sat, 23 Dec 2000 20:02:23 -0800 |
>>>>>[ I was passed along this trid by an anonymous source on behalf of our
good friend. I think you gentlemen might find it interesting.
+++++ include file: subway-4thave-security4-2200.trid
+++++ play
A gritty, but viewable, trid from a security cam in a subway station. The
name "4th Ave" is visible - the station appears to be still in use, but
there are no people waiting, no Star officers, no maintenance. A man and
two lightly armed orcs enter through the stairs at right - the man dressed
in a rough woolen brown cloak that hides his face in shadow, the orcs in
blatant body armor and carrying SMGs. As they enter, two men in suits
appear from off-camera left, meeting at the maglev tracks. The time on the
cam recording is 22:40pm.
The two converse for a short moment, and the cloaked man hands over two
discs and a small canister in exchange for a small rod, presumably a
credstick. More talk - the camera cannot pick up more than static audio. A
message appears in the upper-right corner of the recording - WHITE NOISE
REDUCTION ENABLED - and the last snippet of talk is heard as the cam zooms
in:
"Have you opened the canister or disturbed its contents in any way?"
"No, all information was obtained from lab records via reliable third
parties."
"Any remaining information?"
"Our mutual friend did not destroy the existing data, as far as I know.
However, from what I understand of the material, it's not really necessary."
"Then, I suppose that concludes our business. A pleasure meeting you, Mr...
Augustine."
Both parties turn to leave, but before a few steps are taken by the runners,
the two suits run headlong for a maintenance door, run a card through, and
slam it behind them. A pink gas suddenly floods forcefully out of the vent
in the ceiling, and the security-triggered doors on all entrances slam shut.
Both orc guards reach for gas masks, but despite wearing them drop to the
ground after about a minute in the gas. Augustine runs to the farthest
corner of the room, flips open a cell phone, and speaks into it for about 20
seconds, then closes it and waits without reaction for the gas to come to
him. He lasts considerably longer than the orcs - nearly a full five
minutes - before dropping to the ground.
A loud, loud enough to distort the audio channel, woosh fills the room as
the ventilation system shunts out all gas. The suits, accompanied by a man
in a chemsuit and several men bearing assault rifles, return to the scene.
The logo of Saeder-Krupp is clearly visible on the kevlar vests of the
guards. The man in the chemsuit makes some tests on Augustine, nods to the
suits, and starts dragging him left off camera. One of the guards pulls a
sidearm and puts a bullet in each of the unconscious orcs' foreheads.
Everyone in the camera view exits left off camera; the time is now 22:51pm.
The next train arrives. Camera feed stops.
+++++ end trid
Francis, I want you to talk to the rest of the brothers and sisters, see if
anyone has connections at SK. Anatolia, talk to your teams, arrange an
extraction party. Neuron - I was the man Augustine was calling in the trid.
He said to tell you to get to safety. It might be a good idea, although
Sister Anatolia might need a good decker on the extraction team; entirely up
to you. Our blessings are with you - safe travels.]<<<<<
-- St. Bessarion <20:02:33/12-23-61>
