| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Checking Up |
| Date: | Tue, 9 Dec 1997 00:06:59 +0000 |
>>>>>[Well, our new friend checks out okay so far. I took the liberty of
having a few discreet crawler cameras planted a few days ago, just in
case Grey Wolf wasn't all she seemed. She pulled the hit very neatly,
and we've got the right guy. Even got all the crawlers back.
Let me know what you get from him.
+++++begin video
A quiet suburban street is dark except for porch lights and an
occassional street lamp. The view is from a small car which sits across
the street from a quaint townhome. After a short time, an Americar pulls
from the driveway and turns onto the street.
After scanning the street, the driver exits and walks to the front of
the car. A metalic click can be heard as the latch is released for the
hood. A hand moves forward to remove the small light from its socket
under the hood.
Within a few minutes, headlights light up the small neighborhood as a
car pulls up and parks in front the townhome. A man climbs from the car
and looks over at the apparently broken down vehicle.
"Having a little car trouble ma'am?"
A female voice answers, "Yes, I think I've blown a fuse or something,
but I can't seem to locate it. Would you mind taking a look?"
"Sure, but you are looking in the wrong place."
The man opens the passenger door and climbs in. Within an instant, he
slumps over in the seat, unconscious. The driver closes the hood and
gets in the car. Looking into the backseat, a teenage girl suddenly
appears.
"Here is an extra fifty for you."
The girl smiles and starts to exit the car. "Remember, keep it low
profile, make no noise, leave no traces, and I'll keep you in mind next
time I need help."
The girl quickly leaves the car and within seconds is in the mans car,
driving off.
+++++end trideo
Neat. I admit, I like her.]<<<<<
-- Vincenzo <00:06:32/12-09-58>
