| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Beginnings |
| Date: | Wed, 29 Jan 1997 19:53:27 +0000 |
+++++begin video
Easy's office at the club: music pulses in the background as she studies
the terminal's screen, a coil of fibreoptic snaking from behind her ear.
She unplugs the datalead and rises to her feet - pulling on her heavy
leather jacket, pulling a desk drawer open - a few moments before
several people push their way into the office; a mix of races, led by a
Korean woman. Vincenzo's voice can be heard warning them against
anything rash: one Troll laughs mockingly.
"So, the Ice Queen returns. Some of the boys remember when you were just
a dancer." the woman mocks.
"I was never _just_ a dancer." Easy replies, smiling slightly. "What do
you want, Moist Lotus?"
The Korean's eyes narrow. "I fear you mistake me for-"
"You were a pimp for the Chun Paks, back before you cut the BTL." Easy
lounges against her desk, still smiling. "Except you had to do some
trade yourself to keep in chips. I hear you got the nickname because you
would slot one of the 'Electric Tongue' series and just let your
customers get on with business. I preferred dancing."
"You have most surely mistaken my identity." If looks could cause harm,
Easy would be mailed to the morgue in a manila envelope, from the glare
Lotus fixes her with. "However, I see you know who I represent."
"Cut the crap and make your pitch."
"This is a most pleasant-"
"I said cut the crap, I have a business to run here." Easy says sharply.
"You have a deal, let's hear it, otherwise get lost."
Lotus, composure regained, shrugs slightly. "Then if you wish to be so
crude, we demand twenty thousand a month and you will cease harassing
our employees."
"And I get...?" Easy's pale eyes are a little too wide and innocent.
Lotus and her four friends laugh. "You get permission to breathe, Ice
Queen. Otherwise, we will burn your club to the ground and you will end
your days whoring for small change as one of our body-serfs."
Easy pointedly yawns. "And if I choose to fight back?"
Another sarcastic laugh. "Then you will die before you have a chance to
harm us." the Korean woman says. "You have no hope against the might of
the Chun Paks."
The Elven samurai turns a shrug and the beginning of a turn away into a
blindingly fast high roundhouse kick that seems to have little effect,
not quite connecting: Lotus clutches at her collar as Easy steps behind
the desk, and the sudden choking rush of blood coincides with the Elf
raising an Ingram from the desk drawer.
The Korean woman collapses, making a ghastly bubbling noise from the
crimson mess that used to be her throat. Easy keeps the compact
submachinegun aimed at the group of Seoulpa.
"You guys owe me for cleaning the carpet."
The Troll looks hesitant, then steps forward. "One of you. Four of us.
Think you can kill us all?"
Easy smiles coldly. "Think you'll care after I've blown your head off?
Your friends may or may not survive, you won't. And you can't count,
either." The sound of a shotgun being cocked behind them. "Vincenzo,
help them with their arithmetic."
The four thugs leave, escorted by Vincenzo. Easy sits on the desk, takes
a tissue and cleans the spur on the heel of her boot as he returns.
"Double up on security for a while, Vinny, pass the word there's going
to be trouble, and put some money in those informants of yours. Get what
we've got on the Chun Paks as up-to-date as we can. I think I'm going to
have to explain matters to them in person."
"What should I do with..." The barman gestures at the corpse with his
Mossberg.
"Sell it. She's worth enough in spares to pay for a round or two of this
war."
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And so it begins.]<<<<<
-- Easy <19:53:32/01-29-58>
