Message no. 1

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Covering the flanks
Date:	Sun, 26 Jan 1997 11:09:27 +0000

>>>>>[One potential problem averted.

+++++begin video

Easy's office, and a powerfully-built human is sitting opposite her.

"Coffee?" she asks politely.

"No, thanks. Wouldn't mind a beer, though." The Elf makes a slight hand
gesture.

"You got your people well trained." the man says, impressed.

She smiles slightly. "No, they like to look professional. I'm still
getting used to this myself." Vincenzo appears with a pitcher of beer
and a glass, places them by the man's elbow.

"Thanks. No charge?"

"Call it a friendly gesture. So, are you here to tell me to shut me
down, Mr Petrowski?"

"Dad's Mr Petrowski, I'm Jim. What should I call you?"

Easy visibly hesitates. "It says Julia Wolfe on the credstick and on the
company headers."

"Okay, Miz Wolfe. Well, you gotta understand, we're not exactly
delighted about the competion, 'kay? But, you know, we kind of feel...
you mind if I say sympathy? Amount of blood we put into our farm, all
the sonsabitches trying to shut us down or steal it... there's no way
Dad wants to go head-to-head wth you. And, there's plenty of room in the
marketplace, it's not like there's a glut of real food or something."
The farmer tries his beer. "Nice. Anyway... Dad sent me round to say he
won't start trouble if you don't."

The Elf seems surprised. "That easy?"

"Yeah. That easy." Jim Petrowski chuckles. "Besides, I told Dad you
setting up might take some heat off us. We could use the help." He
finishes his beer, sets the glass aside. "You gotta be ready for some
serious shit here."
+++++end video

The Petrowskis should know what they're talking about. At least they say
they're not about to launch some of their firepower at us.]<<<<<
-- Easy <11:14:32/01-26-58>