Message no. 1

From:	"Frank Pelletier (Trinity)" <fpelletier@******.USHERB.CA>
Subject:	City by the Sea
Date:	Tue, 5 Jan 1999 23:41:12 -0500

*****Internal: Run Archive (Run-1)
>>>>>[

+++++Include Cybersenses recording (Merged)
+++++Include Cybercomm thought track

The sea air. Salty, humid. Seattle, the same old town I left a while back.

It's been almost a year. I think. I'm walking, basking in the glory of
Capitalism, seeing my face reflected in the glass-paned buildings, the
uptight crowd walking in their expensive suits, the bum getting beaten by
the LS thugs. Don't want to ruin Downtown's glitz and glamour, neh? A few
blocks down, I can see barricades, well-hidden. Here, everything's perfect,
a klick down, it's Hell. The Arcology's been taken over by something. But
see if I care.

This damn suit doesn't fit me. I feel like a fraud.

Then again, I need to be inconspicuous. A single predator. Registered. A
fake SIN. And a pain in the back of my neck that won't go away.

The skin is still soft where they cut it open. They put something next
to my mobwie. I don't know. I could look the wrong way, and my head could
blow off, I could walk off the job, and my mobwie would go crazy. Epileptic
city, presto.

Muthafuckers.

I want to know what's there. I want to know what they have in store for
me. Then I can act.

But for now, do the job, stay in line, listen to what the bitch says, go
to the Tacoma Sheraton. I know it's a government hit. I'm keeping that
little info for myself. It could be worth a bundle to the right person.

It could be worth freedom. If only I could find someone...

Argh. I can feel it, under my skin. Maybe I made a mistake.

Maybe.

+++++Closing Archive (Run-1)]<<<<<
-- Haze <17:43:32/01-05-60>