| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Back In Action |
| Date: | Sat, 27 Dec 1997 17:43:50 +0000 |
>>>>>[+++++begin video
Lynch's eyecam, climbing stairs at a run. The building must be a tall
one, from the way he's breathing, and his destination seems to be the
top floor: he uses his program carriers and a mechanical key to unlock
the door of the apartment there.
Lilith, behind him, is also breathless, though neither of them badly so.
Inside, the apartment is spartan in its furnishings, but the main
feature must be the floor-to-ceiling windors and their view: a
magnificent sweep of the city, looking out across Puget Sound. Lynch
spares it a glance as he walks briskly to the bedroom, going directly to
what looks like a closet door.
Instead, it's a baby armoury: weapons racked and stored, boxes of
ammunition, stacks of magazines and accessories, and the end wall a
workbench with a reloading press and a small machining centre, plus a
collection of hand tools. The weapons span centuries, and are mostly
small-arms (though an ominous cluster of olive-drab tubes, and a steel
case with 1.4S EXPLOSIVE markings, hide under a work bench).
He spares the contents barely a glance, picking a Steyr AUG-CSL off a
rack and tossing it to Lilith (she catches it easily, begins to gather
magazines) before taking a FN-HAR assault rifle for himself: checking
the action, then picking up a nylon pack that presumably holds
accessories and ancilliaries.
"Serious stuff, then, Jason?" asks Lilith.
"You betcha." Lynch grunts with effort as he lifts a tray of loose
ammunuition, carries it out into the bedroom. Lilith has finished lacing
the sling onto her rifle, and begins thumbing the brass-cased rounds
into magazines. Lynch doing likewise, counting under his breath: the
tray is split, and they both seem to load the first five rounds into
each clip as red-tipped tracers (the rest being brown-tipped
explosives).
"No leads?"
"Not from us. Someone decided to off some Feds and blow up a HQ. Bad
news." Lynch raps the first magazine against his heel, slides it back
into the nylon combat vest. "And they did it by surprise. Really bad
news. Someone's got the organisation and the confidence to pull this,
and we got zip on them."
"Bad." Lilith nods. "Any word on Chris?"
"Still alive. Just. Johnson's point."
"Yeah, I talked to him. Achilles aren't all we thought they were."
"Did we ever tell the Feds much?" Lynch shrugs, finishing his fourth
magazine and beginning his fifth. "Look at it this way, if they're
running amok we report them. That's our primary mission, after all.
Until them we help out."
"I can live with that." Lilith tosses a full clip for her AUG in the
air, catches it, caches it securely.
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-- Lynch <17:45:24/12-27-58>
