| From: | Griffyn <mark@********.IP.NET> |
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| Subject: | Check it, chummers.. |
| Date: | Tue, 6 Jun 1995 15:23:05 EDT |
after
Rumormonger posted his little video clip. Check this out, chummers. Looks
like the Azzies really want to get ahold of Teutone and Brimstone in a bad
way, but someone really needs to teach them some manners. Oh well, see for
yourself. I had a friend of mine swing by with a drone just so I could get
this on tape for everyone to see..
+++++ Start audio/visual feed:
Once again, you see a visual feed from a flying drone. It seems to be
hovering above the docks, with the camera pointing at a nearby warehouse.
You see a group of 6 men who, although they are not wearing uniforms, seem
to have an indefinable air of 'belonging' with each other. They seem to
be talking to a larger group of ten or twelve dock workers that are milling
about in a huddled group before them. It is curious to observe that, even
though many of the stevedores are physically much larger (Some of them
even are trolls), the six men seem to be surrounding the larger group,
and herding them towards a predefined spot.
Suddenly, one of the six darts forward in a blur of speed and grabs one
of the dockworkers by the hair while poking his spurs under the man's
chin with his other hand. Held like this, he drags him towards another of
his companions, a tall, handsome man with a ponytail. This man holds up
a photograph and says gently in slightly accented english:
'You saw this man yesterday, did you not?'
As the dockworker hesitates, the man who is holding him screams in
his ear 'I'M GONNA CUT YER FRAGGIN EARS OFF!! D'YA HEAR ME!!! ANSWER!!!'
About this time, a figure steps around the side of one of the buildings,
and turns to face the group. He looks to be a little over six feet tall,
and of medium build. His long brown hair is pulled back and into a ponytail
that hangs several inches down his back. He is wearing jeans and what
appears to be a generic sports jacket for some Urban Brawl team or another.
"Can't you see the poor guys don't know anything, chummers? I think you
should let them go." he begins.
Immediately, the goon squad turns to face the newcomer, who is casually
leaning against the warehouse. They spread out slightly. The guy with the
extended spurs lets go of the man he was holding and begins to move towards
our hero while muttering something about minding his own business,
with 'Frag off' thrown in a couple of times for good measure. Most of the
dockworkers choose this moment to clear off.
Before he gets within five feet, the newcomer seemingly disappears from sight,
and appears a few seconds later on the other side of the goons. "Looking
for something?" he asks, while he casually leans against the warehouse
once more.
The men turn around in bewilderment. All except for the tall man with the
ponytail. He was looking exactly at the right spot where the intruder
reappeared. He smiles slightly, then frowns in concentration.
The newcomers eyebrows rise fractionally, as he begins talking again, "Ahh,
I had heard that the Aztec team had some magical support. I suppose you
are it? Well, I suppose I should introduce myself, since I know so much
about you already. I am called Griffyn, and you my friend are about to
make a foolish decision."
The Azzie spellcaster smiles at Griffyn's comment. As he stares at Griffyn,
a point in the air several inches in front of Griffyin's face begins to
sputter and fizzle. The mage's eyes narrow in further concentration and
sparks begin to fly out from the air. Suddenly he grins and the
activity ceases.
"Very impressive", he says.
"Enough. Obviously, the one I'm looking for isn't here anyway, or your
goons wouldn't have been beating the drek out of those dockworkers. That's all
I needed to know, but thanks for the charming little diversion." And with
that, Griffyn once again disappears from sight.
The Azzie mage looks pensive, and after a few seconds barks a few orders
in spanish to his men. They quickly leave the scene.
+++++ End audio/visual feed.
Pretty interesting, huh? Looks like your pets were a little late again,
huh Executor? Too bad. You might want to give them a little warning, though:
If they don't back off, I'm not likely to be as forgiving next time we meet.
I hate bullies. Just a little friendly advice. ]<<<<<
-- Griffyn < 20:20:06/6-06-56 >
