| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <Shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Capital City |
| Date: | Thu, 30 Jul 1998 23:31:40 +0100 |
>>>>>[Well, things have been worse.
That bug hive was isolated. No outliers that Kim's been able to find.
Guess the Queen pulled her forces in close to ambush us bughunters:
didn't expect us to live, didn't expect to hit Canis and ODIN coming
out. It was breeding, but the magic guys muttered something about
coherence levels and spirit sustainability that comes down to the Queen
could only control so many spirits at once, and the incubating ones were
dormant until a Queen controlled them. Or something.
I don't understand the magical bullshit, I just killa da bugs.
Not with that L7 any more, though, it was all fucked up. I gave it to
Easy as a thank-you souvenir for letting us use her club as a
headquarters, it's beyond repair anyway. Can't get another one for a
while, so it's back to the -227 for any Big Jobs for now. Shouldn't be a
problem in DC, though.
Wonder of wonders, Kathleen called. Seems she finally noticed her ex-
husband who "would never be anything but a low-rank psycho killer" is
now the Director of a major intelligence agency. Guess she opened a
newsfax for once. She hinted that we could get back together. I asked
about the cat. She hemmed and hawed. I hung up. Bet the bitch gave him
away or had him put down. I _liked_ that cat. She can snuggle with her
accountant, I try to put my mistakes - like marrying a woman simply
because she's a great lay - behind me.
Wish she hadn't got rid of Widget, though. I _liked_ that cat. He had
attitude.
Anyway, I've met a new ball-breaking beauty, and I know enough now just
to enjoy the sex without proposing. She'd laugh at me anyway. But my
_God_... she shook me all night long... _what_ a woman.
Air Force Intelligence, a zoomie spook working Latin America, briefed me
on upcoming events like the Guyanamaqil Conference this afternoon. Then
made me a very frank offer, which I took her up on, as a result of which
she fucked me half to death this evening with more to come later, I'm
writing this to headware listening to her in the shower hoping I can
keep pace with her...
I mean, she makes _Kathleen_ seem frigid. Names are almost too close for
comfort, but Kataryna's a redhead where Kathleen was blonde. I like her,
she's a murderously competent, control-freak ball-breaking bitch and
totally unashamed about it. I looked at her, thought "Babe!" and
wondered how to ask "You want to fuck me tonight or what?" She looked at
me and asked... well, you get the picture.
And here she comes... oh, boy.
+++++coherency lost]<<<<<
-- Mitchell <23:31:35/07-29-59>
