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From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sat, 10 Jul 1999 11:19:02 +0100

Message no. 1 >>>>>[Anyone thinking of a few beers at the Easy Eight tonight?

Too bad.

+++++begin news article
PUYALLUP NIGHTSPOT DESTROYED AS GUN BATTLE RAGES
The 'Easy Eight' nightclub in North Tarislar, Puyallup, was left a bullet-
riddled burned-out shell after a vicious gun battle erupted in the Barrens
streets. About an hour after the last patrons left, a large number of
heavily-armed assailants launched an all-out attack on the building.

Reports are sketchy at best: police units did not enter the scene until
after dawn. Defending that delay, Captain Ronald Helmon said "Our
officers faced numerous enemies armed with automatic weapons, and it
was necessary to appraise the situation before intervening; and to enter
with sufficient strength."

Metahuman rights activists, though, suggested that the attack was racially
motivated and that the police response was inadequate. "If a Human-
owned nightclub in a Human district were under attack, Lone Star would
swarm in like flies to honey. It seems, once again, Elven life is cheap, and
the violent bigots will not forget that."

The Easy Eight was established in 2058, on the site of a strip joint and
brothel. It had already withstood a series of attacks by Humanis factions
and the Children of Thunda, and its owner (the enigmatic Julia Wolfe) was
rumoured to be linked to bodies as diverse as the Yakuza and the
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency. She was said to be deeply
unpopular in Puyallup's City Hall for her constant pressure to have proper
urban services provided to the taxpaying citizens of her region.

To many a hated foe, to others a beacon of hope, her disappearance and
the havoc wrought seem sure to trigger both reprisals and copycat action.
As investigators struggle to piece together what happened, southern
Seattle braces itself for a new round of racial violence.
+++++end article

It's already getting ugly. Rumours (don't know how true) that not only
were the Star turning a blind eye, but that some cops were actually along
on the hit.]<<<<<
-- Bungle <11:18:54/07-10-60>

From:	Mach mach@****.caltech.edu
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sat, 10 Jul 1999 11:01:59 -0700 (PDT)

Message no. 2 *****PRIVATE: NewzJunkie
>>>>>[I assume you have already noted the news coming from the Pullayup
area across the local ShadowLand node. I will give you a 50% bonus this
month if you can keep me informed of any detailed information you come
across regarding the Easy Eight and its staff.]<<<<<
-- Quicksilver <10:43:29/06-10-59 PDT>

*****PRIVATE: Quicksilver
>>>>>[Say no more, say no more. I'll keep an eye out for any news on
Easy and pass it along (truth be told, I was going to on my own before
you asked, but the extra n=Y= would be more than welcome). Must say
this place is going to get a lot more boring if she did/does get herself
nailed. Too bad I didn't get a T-shirt, those things are probably
collector's items by now.

Hmmmm...this just in. According to "sources" within the Star, they
haven't found her body among the rubble, so I guess that's about the
best news I can pass at the moment.]<<<<<
-- NewzJunkie <10:54:04/06-10-59 PDT>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sat, 10 Jul 1999 20:02:45 -0700

Message no. 3 >>>>>[Damn, the Easy Eight got smashed? I've got 5000¥ for any
information
that leads to the people who did this. Contact me at LTG9801 box 343 and
leave a message.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <19:58:54/07-10-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sun, 11 Jul 1999 12:02:15 +0100

Message no. 4 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[+++++establish uplink

The Eight was taken out by out-of-town talent from the CAS, as far as I
know. They were hired by Eric Descabiere, under orders from Seamus
Malone in Las Vegas.]<<<<<
-- Easy <12:02:46/07-11-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sun, 11 Jul 1999 14:20:17 -0700

Message no. 5 *****PRIVATE: Easy
>>>>>[The Eight was a nice place, too bad about it. You looking to even the
score? I can provide assistance if you'd like. Who is this Eric Descabiere?
Seamus Malone in Las Vegas is also unfamiliar to me, but for what he has
done, I can become familiar to him...

Interested?]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <14:19:36/07-11-60>

From:	Ein_Schuss jhary-a-conel@***.de
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 12 Jul 1999 00:05:13 +0200

Message no. 6 *****PRIVATE: Vincenzo
>>>>>[ Damn. Ya in need of a long gun? For old time's sake? And as ya
did the fucking best B-52 A ever had? ]<<<<<
-- Ein_Schuss <00:04:05/07-12-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 01:14:16 +0100

Message no. 7 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[Wraith Slayer, crawl back under your rock.

Easy screwed with the wrong people, and that's why she's running for her
life. You want a piece of that, go right ahead. Otherwise, stay out of
this, because this is not your problem.

Don't make yourself be _my_ problem. You wouldn't like that at all.]<<<<<
-- Seamus Malone <01:14:47/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 02:00:45 +0100

Message no. 8 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[Glad you liked the Eight. Give me a year and if I'm still alive it'll
be
back in business. Even if I get killed, Vincenzo will probably get it open
again.

Eric Descabiere is Fort Lewis Mafia. A slimy lying scumbag, which is why
his sneak attack failed to surprise me. He's Don Malone's boy, which brings
me to...

Seamus Malone, one of the Big Boys from Las Vegas. I offended him and
he wants my blood. He thinks he's untouchable. He may even be right. I
look forward to finding out.

Think it over and ask around before you pick a side. You take on Malone,
you're in for the duration.

Not for the faint-hearted.]<<<<<
-- Easy <01:56:43/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 02:03:59 +0100

Message no. 9 *****PRIVATE: Ein_Schuss
>>>>>[We're still pouring drinks, even if they trashed the Eight. Life goes
on.

And, yes, I could certainly use your skills. The Boss... left me in charge. If
I learned anything from her, it's that you pay your debts quickly.

How much would you charge to kill Eric Descabiere, of the Fort Lewis
Mafia?]<<<<<
-- Vincenzo <02:03:36/07-13-60>

From:	Ein_Schuss jhary-a-conel@***.de
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 09:32:47 +0200

Message no. 10 *****PRIVATE: Vincenzo
>>>>>[ For *you* A's make it >>high but sensible<< amount.
Lemme
know.

Oh... and pleaze... no federal gunswingers dis time, ok? ]<<<<<
-- Ein_Schuss <09:31:40/07/13/60>

From:	Jhary-a-Conel jhary-a-conel@***.de
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 09:33:16 +0200

Message no. 11 On 13 Jul 99, at 2:03, Paul J. Adam wrote:

> *****PRIVATE: Ein_Schuss
> >>>>>[We're still pouring drinks, even if they trashed the Eight. Life
> >>>>>goes
> on.
>
> And, yes, I could certainly use your skills. The Boss... left me in
> charge. If I learned anything from her, it's that you pay your debts
> quickly.
>
>
> How much would you charge to kill Eric Descabiere, of the Fort Lewis
> Mafia?]<<<<<
> -- Vincenzo <02:03:36/07-13-60>
What do you need? a successfull/unsuccessful hit? Anything fancy?
Brutal? Chirurgic operation? Any set date? :-)

Jhary
"The dagger of irony is a sharp one."
- Jane-In-The-Box (Jak Koke)

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 07:53:49 -0000

Message no. 12 *****PRIVATE: Seamus Malone
>>>>>[Ahhh, Don Malone, I seem to have caught your attention. It is hard
for
me to, as you say, crawl back under my rock. The Eight was a nice place, and
I enjoyed the atmosphere. I tell ya what, I could maybe forgive this
transgression...for a price.

If you would be interested, let me know, otherwise....]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <07:50:32/07-13-60>

*****PRIVATE: Gunny, Zeon, Running Tiger
>>>>>[Okay guys, seems like the Don is trying to scare me into backing off
on this one. I have an offer for him, though, that could make this
interesting. Put the word out to your contacts and see if we can't make him
take the bait...]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <07:53:01/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 21:30:26 +0100

Message no. 13 *****PRIVATE: Ein_Schuss
>>>>>[Done. I can give you half up front for working credit, I know you're
reliable.

+++++include credit transfer: 50% of agreed sum

And don't be _too_ hard on the Feds. Some of them are decent guys - who
do you think yanked the Boss's butt out of the fire?]<<<<<
-- Vincenzo <21:17:47/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 21:53:52 +0100

Message no. 14 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[Run along and play, kid, this is grownup's business.

The Eight was a nice place? I'm sure it was. Too bad its owner had to frag
with me. She picked her fight, she lost it, game over, move on.

Look at what happened when she made that mistake: learn from it, don't
imitate it.

And here endeth the lesson, buddy, After this it's going to cost you.]<<<<<
-- Seamus Malone <21:53:56/07-13-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 17:26:35 -0000

Message no. 15 *****PRIVATE: Seamus Malone
>>>>>[Cost me? +++Light laugh+++ Right.... I guess I'll just have to
arrange
a meeting with Shiro Tanaka, then. I'm sure he'll be interested in what I
have to tel him. Consider my offer to you withdrawn.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <17:23:14/07-13-60>

*****PRIVATE: Shiro Tanaka
>>>>>[I may have some information worth your time. You would also have a
chance to make right some of the wrongs done to you by a certain Don Malone.
I believe you know him? Let me know if you would be interested.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <17:26:26/07-13-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 23:53:13 -0000

Message no. 16 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[I do not see what you could possibly offer me that would be worth my
while, but I am intrigued nonetheless. Shall we arrange a meeting to discuss
your proposition? Say at >>>site<<< at >>>time<<<?
Please be prompt, and do
not be stupid.]<<<<<
-- Shiro Tanaka <23:47:24/07-13-60>

*****PRIVATE: Shiro Tanaka
>>>>>[That would be fine, Tanaka-san. I shall be there at
>>>time<<< and I
will come alone. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <00:01:10/07-13-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Wed, 14 Jul 1999 23:03:42 -0000

Message no. 17 *****PRIVATE: My Diary
>>>>>[The meeting with the Yakuza went better than I thought. Perhaps I
actually have a chance against Malone now...

+++++begin video

A dark grey Saab Dynamit slowly pulls into the long-abandoned parking lot
and slows to a stop. Across the lot is a black Nightsky limousine.
Visibility is just under 75 meters, with a low fog coming in off the Sound.
A mournful fog horn echoes through the damp evening.

The doors of the nightsky open and three men step out. All three appear
elven, but at this distance, Wraith cannot tell for sure. They begin to walk
slowly towards his Dynamit, motioning him to get out slowly with his hands
visible. He complies and steps out of his car, careful to leave it idleing
in case he needs to make a quick escape.

"Ah, Mr. Wraith," the taller of the three men says with a slight accent.
"You are exactly on time. Tanaka-san is pleased. Please, step this way." He
motions towards the waiting limo.

Wraith walks to the limo and then submits to a weapons check before the
elves allow him into the car. The elves wait outside patiently.

The interior of the car is comfortable, as to be expected from a limousine.
Wraith let his eyes adjust to the dimness and then settle upon the form of a
middle-aged Asian man sitting across from him.

"Shiro Tanaka?" Wraith asks expectantly, receiving a nod in response. "My
name is-"

"I know your name. You mentioned that you might have something for
me...something worth my time and this meeting?" Tanaka says quietly.

Wraith shifts uncomfortably as if not used to this directness.

"Um, well...yeah," he says after a brief pause. "I have some information
about a shipment of goods coming into Seattle in a few days and I would be
willing to exchange that for some help in dealing with Don Malone."

"Goods? What do you take me for, Mr. Wraith? I am not some sort of small
time 'fixer' here, as you would put it. What exactly are we talking about?"

"Okay, okay," he shrugs. "A certain truck will be carrying a prototype
chiip
design that is supposed to revolutionize the market. I figure something like
that should be worth a couple of million at least, and all I am asking for
is a little support for my trouble. What do you say?"

Tanaka sighs with a pained expression. "You are not giving me much to go on.
Why should I help you with your vendetta?"

"Because it would benefit you in the long run to be rid of someone like Don
Malone," Wraith states matter-of-factly.

Tanaka remains quiet for a moment and then knocks on the window. The door
opens and an elf offers a hand to Wraith. Wraith looks puzzled for a moment
before Tanaka continues.

"I will think over your offer, Wraith-san. You will hear from one of my
people within the next twenty-four hours. Good evening."

Wraith walks back to the Dynamit silently. The elves watch him as he climbs
into his car and drives away into the night.
+++++end video

Now all I have to do is wait.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <23:03:11/07-14-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Thu, 22 Jul 1999 21:44:27 +0100

Message no. 18 *****INTERNAL: Telecom Log
>>>>>[+++++begin call

L: Luciano Cesare
D: Eric Descabiere

L: I see you have problems.

D: That's putting it mildly.

L: And let me guess. The Serenity presence isn't doing much to slow the
hit-and-run attacks, but it's royally screwed your ability to retaliate.

D: No kidding.

L: How the _hell_ did this happen?

D: One possibility - if Easy _did_ rip you off, she's got the money to hire
that sort of presence for a _decade_ and still have change.

L: Bad way to get information...

D: Or it's just that she and Serenity have _always_ been tight.

L: Like some security outfit's gonna go out on a limb like that for an Elfie
razorbitch?

D: This is Serenity.

L: Security outfits are all alike. Okay, the Don is talking to some people,
you should have some manoeuvre room soon. Use it. Forget quiet,
quiet's done with now. Just get Bartolo's turf under control. You got
two weeks.

D: I can't do jack with Serenity watching!

L: That won't last, Eric. But you got to pull this off. Lots of people
watching you now. You win, we can calm things down. You lose...
someone's gonna take a long walk off a short plank. You get me?

D: Yeah. I get you.
+++++end transcript]<<<<<
-- Eric Descabiere <21:44:36/07-22-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 26 Jul 1999 17:06:10 -0000

Message no. 19 *****PRIVATE: Easy
>>>>>[I _loved_ the Eight. As for Malone, I am taking things one step at a
time. I don't plan on stirring up the hornets nest until I can do it without
getting stung. I have managed to stay alive so far, and I have also made
some contacts with other people who do not like Malone so much, so we'll
have to see how things work out. If you ever need anything, jsut contact me
and I'll see what I can do.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <17:05:00/07-26-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sat, 10 Jul 1999 11:19:02 +0100

Message no. 20 >>>>>[Anyone thinking of a few beers at the Easy Eight tonight?

Too bad.

+++++begin news article
PUYALLUP NIGHTSPOT DESTROYED AS GUN BATTLE RAGES
The 'Easy Eight' nightclub in North Tarislar, Puyallup, was left a bullet-
riddled burned-out shell after a vicious gun battle erupted in the Barrens
streets. About an hour after the last patrons left, a large number of
heavily-armed assailants launched an all-out attack on the building.

Reports are sketchy at best: police units did not enter the scene until
after dawn. Defending that delay, Captain Ronald Helmon said "Our
officers faced numerous enemies armed with automatic weapons, and it
was necessary to appraise the situation before intervening; and to enter
with sufficient strength."

Metahuman rights activists, though, suggested that the attack was racially
motivated and that the police response was inadequate. "If a Human-
owned nightclub in a Human district were under attack, Lone Star would
swarm in like flies to honey. It seems, once again, Elven life is cheap, and
the violent bigots will not forget that."

The Easy Eight was established in 2058, on the site of a strip joint and
brothel. It had already withstood a series of attacks by Humanis factions
and the Children of Thunda, and its owner (the enigmatic Julia Wolfe) was
rumoured to be linked to bodies as diverse as the Yakuza and the
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency. She was said to be deeply
unpopular in Puyallup's City Hall for her constant pressure to have proper
urban services provided to the taxpaying citizens of her region.

To many a hated foe, to others a beacon of hope, her disappearance and
the havoc wrought seem sure to trigger both reprisals and copycat action.
As investigators struggle to piece together what happened, southern
Seattle braces itself for a new round of racial violence.
+++++end article

It's already getting ugly. Rumours (don't know how true) that not only
were the Star turning a blind eye, but that some cops were actually along
on the hit.]<<<<<
-- Bungle <11:18:54/07-10-60>

From:	Mach mach@****.caltech.edu
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sat, 10 Jul 1999 11:01:59 -0700 (PDT)

Message no. 21 *****PRIVATE: NewzJunkie
>>>>>[I assume you have already noted the news coming from the Pullayup
area across the local ShadowLand node. I will give you a 50% bonus this
month if you can keep me informed of any detailed information you come
across regarding the Easy Eight and its staff.]<<<<<
-- Quicksilver <10:43:29/06-10-59 PDT>

*****PRIVATE: Quicksilver
>>>>>[Say no more, say no more. I'll keep an eye out for any news on
Easy and pass it along (truth be told, I was going to on my own before
you asked, but the extra n=Y= would be more than welcome). Must say
this place is going to get a lot more boring if she did/does get herself
nailed. Too bad I didn't get a T-shirt, those things are probably
collector's items by now.

Hmmmm...this just in. According to "sources" within the Star, they
haven't found her body among the rubble, so I guess that's about the
best news I can pass at the moment.]<<<<<
-- NewzJunkie <10:54:04/06-10-59 PDT>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sat, 10 Jul 1999 20:02:45 -0700

Message no. 22 >>>>>[Damn, the Easy Eight got smashed? I've got 5000¥ for any
information
that leads to the people who did this. Contact me at LTG9801 box 343 and
leave a message.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <19:58:54/07-10-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sun, 11 Jul 1999 12:02:15 +0100

Message no. 23 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[+++++establish uplink

The Eight was taken out by out-of-town talent from the CAS, as far as I
know. They were hired by Eric Descabiere, under orders from Seamus
Malone in Las Vegas.]<<<<<
-- Easy <12:02:46/07-11-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Sun, 11 Jul 1999 14:20:17 -0700

Message no. 24 *****PRIVATE: Easy
>>>>>[The Eight was a nice place, too bad about it. You looking to even the
score? I can provide assistance if you'd like. Who is this Eric Descabiere?
Seamus Malone in Las Vegas is also unfamiliar to me, but for what he has
done, I can become familiar to him...

Interested?]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <14:19:36/07-11-60>

From:	Ein_Schuss jhary-a-conel@***.de
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 12 Jul 1999 00:05:13 +0200

Message no. 25 *****PRIVATE: Vincenzo
>>>>>[ Damn. Ya in need of a long gun? For old time's sake? And as ya
did the fucking best B-52 A ever had? ]<<<<<
-- Ein_Schuss <00:04:05/07-12-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 01:14:16 +0100

Message no. 26 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[Wraith Slayer, crawl back under your rock.

Easy screwed with the wrong people, and that's why she's running for her
life. You want a piece of that, go right ahead. Otherwise, stay out of
this, because this is not your problem.

Don't make yourself be _my_ problem. You wouldn't like that at all.]<<<<<
-- Seamus Malone <01:14:47/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 02:00:45 +0100

Message no. 27 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[Glad you liked the Eight. Give me a year and if I'm still alive it'll
be
back in business. Even if I get killed, Vincenzo will probably get it open
again.

Eric Descabiere is Fort Lewis Mafia. A slimy lying scumbag, which is why
his sneak attack failed to surprise me. He's Don Malone's boy, which brings
me to...

Seamus Malone, one of the Big Boys from Las Vegas. I offended him and
he wants my blood. He thinks he's untouchable. He may even be right. I
look forward to finding out.

Think it over and ask around before you pick a side. You take on Malone,
you're in for the duration.

Not for the faint-hearted.]<<<<<
-- Easy <01:56:43/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 02:03:59 +0100

Message no. 28 *****PRIVATE: Ein_Schuss
>>>>>[We're still pouring drinks, even if they trashed the Eight. Life goes
on.

And, yes, I could certainly use your skills. The Boss... left me in charge. If
I learned anything from her, it's that you pay your debts quickly.

How much would you charge to kill Eric Descabiere, of the Fort Lewis
Mafia?]<<<<<
-- Vincenzo <02:03:36/07-13-60>

From:	Ein_Schuss jhary-a-conel@***.de
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 09:32:47 +0200

Message no. 29 *****PRIVATE: Vincenzo
>>>>>[ For *you* A's make it >>high but sensible<< amount.
Lemme
know.

Oh... and pleaze... no federal gunswingers dis time, ok? ]<<<<<
-- Ein_Schuss <09:31:40/07/13/60>

From:	Jhary-a-Conel jhary-a-conel@***.de
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 09:33:16 +0200

Message no. 30 On 13 Jul 99, at 2:03, Paul J. Adam wrote:

> *****PRIVATE: Ein_Schuss
> >>>>>[We're still pouring drinks, even if they trashed the Eight. Life
> >>>>>goes
> on.
>
> And, yes, I could certainly use your skills. The Boss... left me in
> charge. If I learned anything from her, it's that you pay your debts
> quickly.
>
>
> How much would you charge to kill Eric Descabiere, of the Fort Lewis
> Mafia?]<<<<<
> -- Vincenzo <02:03:36/07-13-60>
What do you need? a successfull/unsuccessful hit? Anything fancy?
Brutal? Chirurgic operation? Any set date? :-)

Jhary
"The dagger of irony is a sharp one."
- Jane-In-The-Box (Jak Koke)

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 07:53:49 -0000

Message no. 31 *****PRIVATE: Seamus Malone
>>>>>[Ahhh, Don Malone, I seem to have caught your attention. It is hard
for
me to, as you say, crawl back under my rock. The Eight was a nice place, and
I enjoyed the atmosphere. I tell ya what, I could maybe forgive this
transgression...for a price.

If you would be interested, let me know, otherwise....]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <07:50:32/07-13-60>

*****PRIVATE: Gunny, Zeon, Running Tiger
>>>>>[Okay guys, seems like the Don is trying to scare me into backing off
on this one. I have an offer for him, though, that could make this
interesting. Put the word out to your contacts and see if we can't make him
take the bait...]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <07:53:01/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 21:30:26 +0100

Message no. 32 *****PRIVATE: Ein_Schuss
>>>>>[Done. I can give you half up front for working credit, I know you're
reliable.

+++++include credit transfer: 50% of agreed sum

And don't be _too_ hard on the Feds. Some of them are decent guys - who
do you think yanked the Boss's butt out of the fire?]<<<<<
-- Vincenzo <21:17:47/07-13-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 21:53:52 +0100

Message no. 33 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[Run along and play, kid, this is grownup's business.

The Eight was a nice place? I'm sure it was. Too bad its owner had to frag
with me. She picked her fight, she lost it, game over, move on.

Look at what happened when she made that mistake: learn from it, don't
imitate it.

And here endeth the lesson, buddy, After this it's going to cost you.]<<<<<
-- Seamus Malone <21:53:56/07-13-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 17:26:35 -0000

Message no. 34 *****PRIVATE: Seamus Malone
>>>>>[Cost me? +++Light laugh+++ Right.... I guess I'll just have to
arrange
a meeting with Shiro Tanaka, then. I'm sure he'll be interested in what I
have to tel him. Consider my offer to you withdrawn.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <17:23:14/07-13-60>

*****PRIVATE: Shiro Tanaka
>>>>>[I may have some information worth your time. You would also have a
chance to make right some of the wrongs done to you by a certain Don Malone.
I believe you know him? Let me know if you would be interested.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <17:26:26/07-13-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Tue, 13 Jul 1999 23:53:13 -0000

Message no. 35 *****PRIVATE: Wraith Slayer
>>>>>[I do not see what you could possibly offer me that would be worth my
while, but I am intrigued nonetheless. Shall we arrange a meeting to discuss
your proposition? Say at >>>site<<< at >>>time<<<?
Please be prompt, and do
not be stupid.]<<<<<
-- Shiro Tanaka <23:47:24/07-13-60>

*****PRIVATE: Shiro Tanaka
>>>>>[That would be fine, Tanaka-san. I shall be there at
>>>time<<< and I
will come alone. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <00:01:10/07-13-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Wed, 14 Jul 1999 23:03:42 -0000

Message no. 36 *****PRIVATE: My Diary
>>>>>[The meeting with the Yakuza went better than I thought. Perhaps I
actually have a chance against Malone now...

+++++begin video

A dark grey Saab Dynamit slowly pulls into the long-abandoned parking lot
and slows to a stop. Across the lot is a black Nightsky limousine.
Visibility is just under 75 meters, with a low fog coming in off the Sound.
A mournful fog horn echoes through the damp evening.

The doors of the nightsky open and three men step out. All three appear
elven, but at this distance, Wraith cannot tell for sure. They begin to walk
slowly towards his Dynamit, motioning him to get out slowly with his hands
visible. He complies and steps out of his car, careful to leave it idleing
in case he needs to make a quick escape.

"Ah, Mr. Wraith," the taller of the three men says with a slight accent.
"You are exactly on time. Tanaka-san is pleased. Please, step this way." He
motions towards the waiting limo.

Wraith walks to the limo and then submits to a weapons check before the
elves allow him into the car. The elves wait outside patiently.

The interior of the car is comfortable, as to be expected from a limousine.
Wraith let his eyes adjust to the dimness and then settle upon the form of a
middle-aged Asian man sitting across from him.

"Shiro Tanaka?" Wraith asks expectantly, receiving a nod in response. "My
name is-"

"I know your name. You mentioned that you might have something for
me...something worth my time and this meeting?" Tanaka says quietly.

Wraith shifts uncomfortably as if not used to this directness.

"Um, well...yeah," he says after a brief pause. "I have some information
about a shipment of goods coming into Seattle in a few days and I would be
willing to exchange that for some help in dealing with Don Malone."

"Goods? What do you take me for, Mr. Wraith? I am not some sort of small
time 'fixer' here, as you would put it. What exactly are we talking about?"

"Okay, okay," he shrugs. "A certain truck will be carrying a prototype
chiip
design that is supposed to revolutionize the market. I figure something like
that should be worth a couple of million at least, and all I am asking for
is a little support for my trouble. What do you say?"

Tanaka sighs with a pained expression. "You are not giving me much to go on.
Why should I help you with your vendetta?"

"Because it would benefit you in the long run to be rid of someone like Don
Malone," Wraith states matter-of-factly.

Tanaka remains quiet for a moment and then knocks on the window. The door
opens and an elf offers a hand to Wraith. Wraith looks puzzled for a moment
before Tanaka continues.

"I will think over your offer, Wraith-san. You will hear from one of my
people within the next twenty-four hours. Good evening."

Wraith walks back to the Dynamit silently. The elves watch him as he climbs
into his car and drives away into the night.
+++++end video

Now all I have to do is wait.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <23:03:11/07-14-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Thu, 22 Jul 1999 21:44:27 +0100

Message no. 37 *****INTERNAL: Telecom Log
>>>>>[+++++begin call

L: Luciano Cesare
D: Eric Descabiere

L: I see you have problems.

D: That's putting it mildly.

L: And let me guess. The Serenity presence isn't doing much to slow the
hit-and-run attacks, but it's royally screwed your ability to retaliate.

D: No kidding.

L: How the _hell_ did this happen?

D: One possibility - if Easy _did_ rip you off, she's got the money to hire
that sort of presence for a _decade_ and still have change.

L: Bad way to get information...

D: Or it's just that she and Serenity have _always_ been tight.

L: Like some security outfit's gonna go out on a limb like that for an Elfie
razorbitch?

D: This is Serenity.

L: Security outfits are all alike. Okay, the Don is talking to some people,
you should have some manoeuvre room soon. Use it. Forget quiet,
quiet's done with now. Just get Bartolo's turf under control. You got
two weeks.

D: I can't do jack with Serenity watching!

L: That won't last, Eric. But you got to pull this off. Lots of people
watching you now. You win, we can calm things down. You lose...
someone's gonna take a long walk off a short plank. You get me?

D: Yeah. I get you.
+++++end transcript]<<<<<
-- Eric Descabiere <21:44:36/07-22-60>

From:	zebulingod zebulingod@****.yahoo.com
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 26 Jul 1999 17:06:10 -0000

Message no. 38 *****PRIVATE: Easy
>>>>>[I _loved_ the Eight. As for Malone, I am taking things one step at a
time. I don't plan on stirring up the hornets nest until I can do it without
getting stung. I have managed to stay alive so far, and I have also made
some contacts with other people who do not like Malone so much, so we'll
have to see how things work out. If you ever need anything, jsut contact me
and I'll see what I can do.]<<<<<
-- Wraith Slayer <17:05:00/07-26-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 22 Nov 1999 23:27:01 +0000

Message no. 39 *****PRIVATE: Julianne
>>>>>[Things should get interested. Can we do anything, or at least
_learn_ anything, about these 'Caballeros'?

+++++begin transcript
M: Don Seamus P. Malone
L: Luciano Cesare

M: Lucky, I got to say, I trust you. Because why the frag are you sitting
on your ass while the Yaks are killing your guys?

L: We lost a bagman, the pickup boy and a penny-ante hood covering
them. For that, we _will_ have payback, but I'm not gonna rush it. I'm
going to do it right.

M: Waiting for the Caballeros? They should be with you sometime
together. You ready for them?

L: They'll have a place to stay and the tools of the trade. The basics,
anyway. Fancy stuff takes longer, but I don't need that yet. I got Bang-
Bang Ciaborolo working on that. He's gonna be on the team.

M: I like that. Joey's a good boy. Not the brightest light on the Christmas
tree, but he'll stay put and keep glowing. Yeah... I'll make sure the
Caballeros know he's cool.

L: He's a find, I got to admit. Vehicles are harder. And you know what,
it's your fragging fault I got trouble finding transport.

M: _My_ fault?

L: Who do you think used to provide clean cold vehicles for us? Christine
H. Davidson and her Hell's Kitchen chop shop. But since you and Eric
blew it up...

M: <Laughs> Ah, shit! You coping?

L: It's only money. _Your_ money. Enough money and you don't usually
have a problem. Not for drek like cars and guns, not even for RPGs and
explosives.

M: And where money won't cut it, you'll have the Caballeros.

L: Yeah. I still think we'd do better keeping it quiet.

M: Noted, Lucky, and overruled. Okay? I am listening. I understand. But
right now, I got three options. Fight in Seattle and win. That's what I
want. Or I fight in Seattle and lose. Or I walk away from Seattle. Now,
five years down the pipe, it won't matter one Troy ounce of devil-rat
drek whether I fought and lost or whether I ran, but only one of those
gives me the chance of winning. You with me?

L: So far, yeah.

M: Fact is, Lucky, if I lose Seattle, I got people here in Vegas who might
decide I could be beaten in Vegas too. If I won't fight for Seattle maybe
I might not fight in Vegas either. Still with me?

L: Clear as crystal, boss.

M: But even if we fight and lose in Seattle, even if we get kicked out, if
we fight like fucking cornered rats and we leave scorched earth and
corpses behind us, that shows those people what happens if they fuck
with me in Vegas. And Vegas is where I live and Vegas is what matters.

You're smart, Lucky, you understand this yet?

L: Better to fight and lose than not to fight at all, right? Best of all to
fight and win.

M: You don't think you can win?

L: Depends. I wouldn't say it was certain. If I thought we were gonna lose
I'd tell you.

M: Okay, Lucky. Look... I rode Eric pretty hard, but he was an asshole.
You, you know the rules, you're good at this drek, I put you there
because I trust you. Make things happen for me.
+++++end transcript]<<<<<
-- Marlowe <23:11:37/11-22-60>

*****PRIVATE: Marlowe
>>>>>['Caballeros'. According to the files, they're a merc outfit from the
Confederacy. Thirty, forty guys. Hard core. Bad news.

Damn bad news. According to _Elliott's_ files they used to do black-ops in
the Yucatan until someone noticed they were less interested in the beans
& bullets coming _in_, than in the BTLs and drugs going _out_.

So, they got organised-crime ties, and a serious grudge with UCAS law
enforcement - it was Admiral Kowalski in SOCOM who cut them off. Buzz
is she _did_ fly them home before telling them they'd blown it - I'd have
just told Aztlan where the scumbags were hiding out and let them handle
it. For sure these pricks don't seem to appreciate the favour she did
them.

Okay, I got some names and faces, we can maybe get some warning.

If they're still wearing the same faces.

This is going to get ugly. I'm glad this isn't _too_ official.]<<<<<
-- Julianne <23:26:43/11-22-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 22 Nov 1999 23:27:01 +0000

Message no. 40 *****PRIVATE: Julianne
>>>>>[Things should get interested. Can we do anything, or at least
_learn_ anything, about these 'Caballeros'?

+++++begin transcript
M: Don Seamus P. Malone
L: Luciano Cesare

M: Lucky, I got to say, I trust you. Because why the frag are you sitting
on your ass while the Yaks are killing your guys?

L: We lost a bagman, the pickup boy and a penny-ante hood covering
them. For that, we _will_ have payback, but I'm not gonna rush it. I'm
going to do it right.

M: Waiting for the Caballeros? They should be with you sometime
together. You ready for them?

L: They'll have a place to stay and the tools of the trade. The basics,
anyway. Fancy stuff takes longer, but I don't need that yet. I got Bang-
Bang Ciaborolo working on that. He's gonna be on the team.

M: I like that. Joey's a good boy. Not the brightest light on the Christmas
tree, but he'll stay put and keep glowing. Yeah... I'll make sure the
Caballeros know he's cool.

L: He's a find, I got to admit. Vehicles are harder. And you know what,
it's your fragging fault I got trouble finding transport.

M: _My_ fault?

L: Who do you think used to provide clean cold vehicles for us? Christine
H. Davidson and her Hell's Kitchen chop shop. But since you and Eric
blew it up...

M: <Laughs> Ah, shit! You coping?

L: It's only money. _Your_ money. Enough money and you don't usually
have a problem. Not for drek like cars and guns, not even for RPGs and
explosives.

M: And where money won't cut it, you'll have the Caballeros.

L: Yeah. I still think we'd do better keeping it quiet.

M: Noted, Lucky, and overruled. Okay? I am listening. I understand. But
right now, I got three options. Fight in Seattle and win. That's what I
want. Or I fight in Seattle and lose. Or I walk away from Seattle. Now,
five years down the pipe, it won't matter one Troy ounce of devil-rat
drek whether I fought and lost or whether I ran, but only one of those
gives me the chance of winning. You with me?

L: So far, yeah.

M: Fact is, Lucky, if I lose Seattle, I got people here in Vegas who might
decide I could be beaten in Vegas too. If I won't fight for Seattle maybe
I might not fight in Vegas either. Still with me?

L: Clear as crystal, boss.

M: But even if we fight and lose in Seattle, even if we get kicked out, if
we fight like fucking cornered rats and we leave scorched earth and
corpses behind us, that shows those people what happens if they fuck
with me in Vegas. And Vegas is where I live and Vegas is what matters.

You're smart, Lucky, you understand this yet?

L: Better to fight and lose than not to fight at all, right? Best of all to
fight and win.

M: You don't think you can win?

L: Depends. I wouldn't say it was certain. If I thought we were gonna lose
I'd tell you.

M: Okay, Lucky. Look... I rode Eric pretty hard, but he was an asshole.
You, you know the rules, you're good at this drek, I put you there
because I trust you. Make things happen for me.
+++++end transcript]<<<<<
-- Marlowe <23:11:37/11-22-60>

*****PRIVATE: Marlowe
>>>>>['Caballeros'. According to the files, they're a merc outfit from the
Confederacy. Thirty, forty guys. Hard core. Bad news.

Damn bad news. According to _Elliott's_ files they used to do black-ops in
the Yucatan until someone noticed they were less interested in the beans
& bullets coming _in_, than in the BTLs and drugs going _out_.

So, they got organised-crime ties, and a serious grudge with UCAS law
enforcement - it was Admiral Kowalski in SOCOM who cut them off. Buzz
is she _did_ fly them home before telling them they'd blown it - I'd have
just told Aztlan where the scumbags were hiding out and let them handle
it. For sure these pricks don't seem to appreciate the favour she did
them.

Okay, I got some names and faces, we can maybe get some warning.

If they're still wearing the same faces.

This is going to get ugly. I'm glad this isn't _too_ official.]<<<<<
-- Julianne <23:26:43/11-22-60>

From:	William Li <william@***.RICE.EDU>
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 2 Aug 1993 17:01:08 -0500

Message no. 41 >>>>>[D. Bad news. Mitasima blew her brain cap this afternoon. She's
dead]<<<<<
-- Nathan Azanara <17:00:00/8-1-54>

>>>>>[Azanara. You're fired. You have 30 seconds to pack your things and
then
my death squad is coming after you.]<<<<<
-- D. Henry <17:01:00/8-1-54>

>>>>>[D. Azanara has left the building, he was naked.]<<<<<
-- Termination Server <17:01:32/8-1-54>

From:	The Wyrm Ouroboros <mehaffhm@******.SAN.UC.EDU>
Subject:	Bad News.
Date:	Sat, 13 Nov 1993 08:00:20 -0500

Message no. 42 >>>>>[So what's the scoop, Aquaria? What flaming brand shall I present
to our mutual employer??]<<<<<
-- Prometheus (7:57:25/11-13-54)

>>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff***

Deren? What's your conclusion??]<<<<<
-- Dr. Salina Aquaria (8:00:08/11-13-54)

>>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff***

The videos were faked. They're good fakes, but if you're suspicious and
you know what to look for.... well, the signs are there, and they point
to a high possibility to them being falsified. I have no doubt that
they're based on some past footage, but it's difficult to tell how old
that footage might be.]<<<<<
-- K. Deren (8:02:57/10-13-54)

>>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff***

I was afraid of that. And, according to what records Prometheus got me
from the Nemesis Conglomerate files, and what we've reconstructed from
the cyberware remaining.... Mr. Morkai should have had at least 150%
more headware memory. Some of the C^2 components weren't touched, and
they show nothing. Nada. No complexity at all, implying that they're
straight-out basic blank chips, implanted.

I think they killed a corpse. Or a clone.]<<<<<
-- Dr. Salina Aquaria (8:09:12/11-13-54)

>>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff***

Doesn't that sound a little unlikely, though? I mean, just .happening.
to have a clone, with a fair amount of cybergear .implanted. for Pan's
sake, ready and waiting in a house near your target's??]<<<<<
-- Prometheus (8:13:02/11-13-54)

>>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff***

Well, I wouldn't do it. But then, Morkai was rumored to have a lot of
money, wasn't he? Like, multi-millionaire or something?]<<<<<
-- Dr. Salina Aquaria (8:18:18/11-13-54)

>>>>>[***Encrypt: SolStaff***

A good point, but it doesn't make sense. Any ideas on checking the
background of that house that he was allegedly aced in?]<<<<<
-- K. Deren (8:22:06/11-13-54)

>>>>>[I'm on it.]<<<<<
-- Prometheus (8:30:00/11-13-54)

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Bad News
Date:	Mon, 27 Apr 1998 01:16:40 +0100

Message no. 43 >>>>>[I guess CoT don't like hospitals.

Someone doesn't like CoT.

+++++begin news article
Justin Ballard-Watkins smiles for the camera. "Don, I'm at Settler's
Hospital in Tarislar, recently the scene of a brutal firebombing, yet
just now re-opened." The camera pans back to show the smoke-stained
building, lights glowing in several windows.

"This crash program of repair and reconstruction was undertaken by a
mercenary force whose headquarters are nearby, and who provided medical
personnel and combat engineers to make good the damage inflicted in the
last cowardly firebombing. What's even more impressive is that the only
cost to the hospital was the materials used: the mercenaries described
it as 'disaster relief training' and refused payment."

The camera cuts back to Ballard-Watkins, as he walks towards the
reception area. "Let's step inside Settler's Hospital, and see how -"

He's elbowed aside by two running soldiers, one of whom snaps "Get
inside!". Both are in combat gear and carry Alpha assault rifles with
practiced ease, as the reporter tries to hide his surprise.

"We seem to have a problem here, Don..." he says, breaking into a run to
get inside. The cameraman twists, catching the four nondescript vans as
they pull into the hospital parking lot: one accelerates towards the
hospital, the driver falling out and away, only to absorb half-a-dozen
minigrenades. The charge of ANFO inside explodes prematurely, with a
concussion that knocks the cameraman flat.

The other three vehicles are slowing and beginning to disgorge their
passengers, all of them armed Humans, when the two soldiers open up with
their assault rifles. The fire monentarily pins the attackers, evidently
unused to being under aimed automatic fire, but with only two defenders-

Four defenders, as two more soldiers emerge from Reception and find
cover behind the concrete planters that would have at least kept the van
bomb from entering the hospital, and add their fire to the defence.

Outnumbered four or five to one, they nevertheless have broken the
attack's momentum, and the cameraman takes the opportunity to crawl into
the hospital. Ballard-Watkins, inside, is clutching his arm, blood
oozing between his fingers: patients and staff (some of the staff in a
grey camouflage uniform that makes them look uncannily like fat tabby
cats) are in cover: and the cameraman cautiously peers outside.

The firefight seems to have reached stalemate: one van is sullenly
burning, several of the CoT attackers seem to have taken refuge in the
new crater left by their abortive van bomb, and the defenders are
keeping the terrorists busy without loss to themeselves, but can't close
with them to drive them off or kill them.

"Don, this is more exciting than we expected." Ballard-Watkins says
through gritted teeth. "It seems the cowardly Children of Thunda find
this hospital an irresistible target, and once again they launch a
ruthless attack on it. This time, though, the mercenaries who rebuilt it
have left a force to defend it, and they're holding the raiders off so
far. Now, it's a question of how long the Children will press their
attack for, and whether they have reinforcements -"

The three vans, and the men using them for cover, are suddenly speared
by a bright white light, as an amplified voice booms "DROP YOUR
WEAPONS!"

At least one of the CoT gunmen fires at the light, to be answered by a
deeper, booming drumroll: the vans and several of the men around them
are torn apart in a score of bright flashes. One of the men in the
crater throws a grenade, which explodes with a sharp crack: the response
is a burst of 30mm shellfire into the crater, silencing the occupants.

There is a pause as the echoes die away, and the eight-wheeled APC
advances cautiously, circling the vans for any signs of continued
resistance. Three men stagger clear, hands raised, as the amplified
voice booms at them to kneel with their hands behind their heads.

Another two of the grey-uniformed soldiers run through Reception, these
showing the signs of having been hastily roused from sleep. With six
soldiers - then seven - and the APC's brooding presence backing them,
the squad of Rebels are able to rapidly secure their prisoners.

"Well, Don, for once the good guys win a round here. A brutal attack on
a place of healing prevented, by a small team of elite troops. We'll
bring you more news as we get it. Now, I'm particularly pleased by the
hospital's salvation, since I need their attentions myself." Ballard-
Watkins manages a pale grin for the camera.
+++++end news article

Do not fuck with top troops on home turf, is message here.]<<<<<
-- Sasha <01:16:43/04-27-59>

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