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From:	James Dening james@************.force9.co.uk
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Sat, 16 Oct 1999 14:45:53 +0100

Message no. 1 *****PRIVATE: Don Luigi Bartolo
>>>>>[
+++++being advert
Have you tried new SoyKafUltra? Guaranteed Heavy Metal Free,
or your chemo paid for! Now only Y.95 from all reputable retailers!!
+++++end advert

++++begin mail delivery contents, package #0076E1B9E45.SE.UCAS

+++++include package [750ml 2024 Bollinger Cuvee des Vignerons]
+++++include package [Twelve(12) roses, Dark Red Colour 0x00FF0303]
+++++include package [Faded Hotel Bill for Mr & Mrs Bartholomew,
Seattle Hilton <01-01-34>]

+++++include text

Thanks for the memories.....

XX MJ.

+++++end include text

+++++end contents]<<<<<
-- UCASParcelForce <12:45:51/10-16-60>

From:	James Dening james@************.force9.co.uk
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Sat, 16 Oct 1999 14:45:53 +0100

Message no. 2 *****PRIVATE: Don Luigi Bartolo
>>>>>[
+++++being advert
Have you tried new SoyKafUltra? Guaranteed Heavy Metal Free,
or your chemo paid for! Now only Y.95 from all reputable retailers!!
+++++end advert

++++begin mail delivery contents, package #0076E1B9E45.SE.UCAS

+++++include package [750ml 2024 Bollinger Cuvee des Vignerons]
+++++include package [Twelve(12) roses, Dark Red Colour 0x00FF0303]
+++++include package [Faded Hotel Bill for Mr & Mrs Bartholomew,
Seattle Hilton <01-01-34>]

+++++include text

Thanks for the memories.....

XX MJ.

+++++end include text

+++++end contents]<<<<<
-- UCASParcelForce <12:45:51/10-16-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Wed, 15 Mar 2000 00:20:05 +0000

Message no. 3 *****PRIVATE: Easy
>>>>>[Delivery made, no trouble at all.

+++++begin video
A vehicle's turretcam; a thunderbird of some sort, coasting over the lava
fields of Hell's Kitchen at a lazy fuel-efficient speed. (Or as economical as
a T-bird gets, anyway...)

"C'mon, dudes, I'm here, where are you?" a female voice complains.
Nobody answers: sounds like the pilot is talking to herself, in a pronounced
Georgia accent.

As the T-bird begins a slow circle, though, fire blossoms in the distance:
twinkling in low-light and flaring in IR, four points of light and heat in an
elongated diamond. The smoke plumes show wind, and as the Low
Altitude Vehicle approaches it's clear that the kite-shaped pattern points
to a couple of hundred yards of dusty, pot-holed, but usable highway.

"Good enough." The rigger brings the LAV in carefully, setting her down as
late as possible and flaring nose-high to increase drag. It's a bumpy
landing, but nothing the tough vehicle isn't designed for.

Figures materialise out of the darkness, appearing at the edges of the
circle of firelight. The rigger pops a hatch and sticks her head out. "One
of you guys Gideon?"

"I'n'I Gideon, mon." A tall Elf, incredibly (artificially?) black of skin, steps
forward. "You got th'tools we orda?" His accent is heavy Carib League, and
his long black hair is gathered into heavy dreadlocks: so Rasta it's not
true.

"You betcha, pal. You got the cash?"

"Right here, sista. Righteous finance." Gideon stretches up to hand Harley
a credstick: Harley doesn't hide the fact that she's holding a .45 automatic
in her right hand, and taking the money with her left. After all, all of
Gideon's friends are armed... and the T-bird's turret (with its 30mm
cannon and coaxial machinegun) isn't aimed at anyone. Yet.

"Righteous is right." Harley concedes after a quick, but thorough check
that involves sending the money on its way to a laundry in Macao. The
rear ramp whines open behind her. "The crates with the orange markers."

"You hear the lady, brothers. Take what's ours an' nothing else." Gideon
says, raising his voice. Dropping it again (and dropping a lot of the
Kingston patois) he says "Tell Easy-sama, thank you. We can make our
move with this."

"I'll pass it on, amigo. You planning to move on the HLKs?"

"They lazy, they slow, they goin' down." Gideon nods.

"Then talk to Dona Minnie. Let her know that the new guys in her turf are
properly respectful of her, you dig? She'll probably get you some work, help
you out some, if you're polite. If you're rude to her..." Harley draws a
thumb across her throat to the accompaniment of an awful choking death
rattle. "You got a plan?"

"Sure I got plan, sista Harley. Use these tools you bring to arm my boys,
hire runners, and take over from the Killers. Got more details, tell you if
you want to help."

"I don't work cheap..."

Gideon names a sum; not a huge amount, but not bad for a professional
'runner being hired to fight gangers. "I'n'I not hire cheap, sista, hire
_good_. You think 'bout it while my boys fuel you up."
+++++end video

Think I might go for it. Sounds like it might be kinda fun.

Anyway, they were good little boys and paid in full, no problem, you should
already have your cut. Nice easy run, 'cept for the UCAS AF out of
Petersen, someone's been teachin'em new tricks.

Let me know when the next run's due 'case I have to hurry back.]<<<<<
-- Harley <00:19:45/03-15-61>

From:	Paul J. Adam ShadowTK@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Sun, 24 Sep 2000 14:02:58 +0100

Message no. 4 *****PRIVATE: Dona Minnie Descabiere
>>>>>[You said you wanted the footage... especially because he arrived
so quiet and left so fast.

+++++begin video
"Uh... Dona?" Len looks decidedly alarmed.

"Yes?"

"There's... someone to see you." Someone very unexpected, it would seem.

"Problem?" Dona Descabiere is on her feet at once, suddenly holding a
pistol.

"No... it's sort of good news. And sort of not. It's Lynch."

"*Lynch*?" Minnie Descabiere seems seriously taken aback by that.
"Alive? *Here*?"

"Large as life. Looks mean. Tooled to the max, too, and I don't think
he'll be in a mood to hand over the iron-"

"Forget that, get him in here. Get some coffee sent in, too." Len
hurries out: La Dona quickly clears the paperwork off her desk, rises to
her feet as Lynch walks in.

"Jason. How's Lilith?"

"Alive, last time I saw her. In custody and badly hurt." Lynch, usually
amiably laid-back, is cold and controlled: wearing a long black duster,
carrying a camouflaged patrol rucksack over one shoulder, with his eyes
masked as usual by black-mirrored aviator sunglasses. "We got this out,
though." He places the metal canister on the desk, opens it: the jawless
jade skull gazes at La Dona with its empty eyesockets and she visibly
shudders.

"I hope it was worth it." The Marine says, still cold.

"So do I." The blonde woman reaches out, touches the skull's brow ridge.
If it's a jade sculpture, it's an incredibly precise replica of a human
skull, even to the curling squiggles of the sutures crossing the
cranium. "So do I."
+++++end video

He arrived, dropped off the skull, left.

He's *angry*.

Glad he's not mad at us.]<<<<<
-- Herve Guilas <11:33:42/9-24-61>

From:	shadowtk@*********.com (Paul J. Adam)
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Wed Feb 13 19:30:01 2002

Message no. 5 >>>>>[I need to ensure that some merchandise gets from delivery to
destination, safely.

Anyone interested, contact me for details.]<<<<<
-- Rohde <00:32:35/02-14-63>

From:	shadowtk@*********.com (J Urdahl)
Subject:	[Delivery]
Date:	Wed Feb 13 21:15:01 2002

Message no. 6 >>>>>[My team and I are interested. Let's set up a meeting place and
time.]<<<<<
-- Inazuma <18:15:35/02-13-63>

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From:	shadowtk@*********.com (Chickenman)
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Wed Feb 13 23:50:01 2002

Message no. 7 *****PRIVATE: Rohde
>>>>>[What sort of merchandise are you talking about here? Assuming it's
not too hot, I'm interested.]<<<<<
-- Screwdriver <22:35:19/02-13-63>

From:	shadowtk@*********.com (Paul J. Adam)
Subject:	[Delivery]
Date:	Sat Feb 16 05:50:01 2002

Message no. 8 *****PRIVATE: Inazuma
>>>>>[A physical meeting may not be easy, since I am having to be very
mobile at the moment. Is there any alternative?]<<<<<
-- Rohde <10:53:23/02-16-63>

From:	shadowtk@*********.com (Paul J. Adam)
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Sat Feb 16 06:00:01 2002

Message no. 9 *****PRIVATE: Screwdriver
>>>>>[It depends on whether you define small-arms, ammunition and body
armour as 'hot'. The goods are paid for, but they lack customs stamps;
and an entry visa to their destination may be difficult to
arrange.]<<<<<
-- Rohde <11:03:42/02-16-63>

From:	shadowtk@*********.com (Chickenman)
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Sat Feb 16 15:10:02 2002

Message no. 10 *****PRIVATE: Rohde
>>>>>[What's the destination? You're first message implied escort duty, the
second seems to imply smuggling, which is not really my area of expertise. I could put you
in touch with some people if that's the case, but I personally won't be any good to
you.]<<<<<
-- Screwdriver <09:13:41/02-16-63>

From:	shadowtk@*********.com (Chickenman)
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Thu Feb 21 22:45:01 2002

Message no. 11 *****PRIVATE: Rohde
>>>>>[I'm assuming you've gone with another contractor. Good luck to you,
and don't hesitate to drop me a line if you have something more orientated to
street-fighting work.]<<<<<
-- Screwdriver <16:47:06/02-21-63>

From:	shadowtk@*********.com (Paul J. Adam)
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Fri Feb 22 18:40:03 2002

Message no. 12 >>>>>[Rather than hire outsiders, I was able to arrange for locals to
secure the delivery point.

My apologies for wasting your time, as matters turned out. I did not
wish to give you false expectations, but the situation changed faster
than I expected.

+++++include credit transfer: >>apologetic sum<<

A small amount, I know, but you made yourself available, you should not
leave empty-handed.

As for 'street fighting work' - how serious are you about seeking such
work? Some may be imminent... or you may be disappointed again. At the
moment, I do not know. For this I would offer a retaining fee to advise
and train, with additional funds to join in the fight if it
happens.]<<<<<
-- Rohde <23:39:42/02-22-63>

From:	Jim Tyler <pherble@*****.COM>
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Wed, 1 Sep 1993 14:12:35 MDT

Message no. 13 *****ENCRYPT@@******@@
>>>>>[Meghan, it's there. Why do you think Giggles isn't back. But we
got no acknowledgement for delivery. It was like, ok, we got it now get
the hell out of our sight. I had Giggles stay and try to find out if
there are two different factions inside, to make sure we did get it to the
right party. I will be happy to wait for you to verify delivery before I
pick up !@@$#~%~~ yment since I am laying lo*^&^~@@ yway. Just reach me
at (0) 81 - 675****MASTER ENDENCRYPT~~@@$%3278.]<<<<< --Journey
<13:45.24/09.02.54>

>>>>>[Dorian, we got him, I just broke his Encrypt, and traced it back. I
sent two Corsairs to pick him up. We'll have him by nightfall.]<<<<<
--LLew ell 'Yn <13:45.55/09.02.54>

*****ENCODE~ENCRYPT`LLew ell 'Yn
>>>>>[You idiot! The Corsairs didn't get him, in fact, their are dead.
Remember, although he is young, he is still powerful and has initiated.
Find him, but do not do anything unless I give the order. Already
Tairngire knows, and if they decide to ally themselves with Tir Nan Og or
Tzu Ling, we may miss our opportunity. Continue to also look for
Lightfinger and the one known as Cerise.]<<<<<
--Dorian <16:23.54/09.02.54>

From:	The Wyrm Ouroboros <aalberdk@******.SAN.UC.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Delivery
Date:	Thu, 2 Sep 1993 03:50:10 -0400

Message no. 14 >>>>>[See, Happy? I told you. Thank you, Journey, delivery has been
verified. I regret to inform you that your location was not received,
and seeing the traffic following your transmission, I'd have to assume
that it doesn't entirely exist any more. You may acquire your pay at
the location in London where we met; the owner knows who you are, and
can with reasonable accuracy verify your identification.]<<<<<
-- Meghan the Red (02-09-54/07:48:54)

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Wed, 5 Feb 1997 20:55:41 +1300

Message no. 15 *****PRIVATE: Evita
>>>>>[We're on the run, so I'm forced to use the Jerzyck ID to get matrix
access. We're in a fairly safe place right now, but I don't know how long
we can stay here. Here's how the meet with Ms. Toryama of the corp-escort
service went... this is a replay of what Troglo-Byte fed through to me at
the hotel.

+++++Begin replay

+++++Begin footage segment Lobby 10:24:54/02-05-58

The scene is the large glass-walled lobby of Renraku HQ. A multi-pooled
fountain in the middle draws the eye, jets of water directed from pool to
pool and lit up from below by lights of various colours.

A man outlined by a blinking light enters the scene, and a message appears
at the top of the screen: "Ronin entering lobby". Ronin approaches the
reception desk, asks a question, and is directed to an elevator, which he
enters.

+++++End footage segment Lobby 10:27:20/02-05-58

+++++Begin footage segment Toryama's Reception Room 10:29:43/02-05-58

The room is small, painted a delicate shade of pink and has two doors
leading from it. It is occupied by a desk behind which a twenty-something
Japanese woman sits, a cord connecting her datajack to the computer on the
desk. In front of her stands a suited man, Ronin, carrying a coat over one
arm and holding a credstick in the other. The Japanese woman looks up.

"Can I help you sir?" she asks in clear unaccented english.

"Yes," answers Ronin, "I'm here for my 10:30 appointment to see Ms.
Toryama. My name is Silvester Drake."

"One moment, please," the secretary checks her computer, then nods, "She
can see you now, please, go in."

Ronin bows briefly, then enters the door behind the desk.

+++++End footage segment Toryama's Reception Room 10:29:58/02-05-58

+++++Begin footage segment Toryama's Office 10:29:58/02-05-58

Toryama's office is decorated in white and black, black carpeting, white
walls and roof, black leather furniture. Opposite the camera is a black and
white Escher print, the vase/two-faces image. A suited woman, presumably
Toryama, is sitting at the desk as Ronin enters, and she rises, gliding
across the floor to meet him.

"Mr Drake," she says in a relaxed tone, taking his hand, "A pleasure to
meet you. Please, be seated."

Ronin nods and Toryama leads him to a small trio of arm-chairs, and seats
him in one of them.

"Can I offer you a drink?" she asks.

"Yes, thank you," Ronin replies, "a Coke, if you have it."

"You like to keep a clear head?" asks Toryama, fetching the drink and one
for herself, "So unlike my usual visitors."

Ronin shifts around on his seat, seeming a little uncomfortable, as she
returns and reclines in the seat beside his. She strokes one corner of the
seat idly, a small smile on her face.

"I'm sorry," Ronin says, "but I must get to the reason for my visit. I
believe you have the ability to get information directly to Aneki-san when
you feel it is necessary."

"That is true," Toryama replies, dropping her langorous pose, "I meet with
him from time to time, on... business. Why is this important?"

"Because those who do not wish my information to reach him are unlikely to
have thought of your particular... division when they... er... plugged all
the gaps."

"Many do not consider the... Companionship Service, to give us our official
name, to be important in decision making, I grant that. But what makes you
think that your information would fail to reach Aneki-san through normal
channels?"

"Any messages I sent would be scanned," answers Ronin, "For viruses, or
whatever, and the scanning would be done by the security division. There
are those in that divison who would be disadvantaged by the revelations in
my information. It reveals long term fraudulent practices that..."

Suddenly the door opens, and three men in Red Samurai uniforms burst
through it. Toryama looks up in surprise as they converge on Ronin, leaping
over couches and anything else in the way, and point SMG's at his face.
Ronin whimpers, seemingly trying to burrow into the chair to escape them.

"What is the meaning of this?" asks Toryama, resuming her relaxed pose.

One of the Red Samurai, apparently the leader of this detachment, safes his
SMG and turns to her.

"The cyberware scan revealed that this man was carrying combat cyberware,"
the man reports, "But he was let through as he had no weapons, implants or
otherwise. However, we received information about his identity from a
scanning routine that evaluated his walk and mannerisms, and there is a
sixty-seven percent chance that this man is the renegade Mathew Van Holde,
AKA Ronin. We belived that he may have been here to assassinate you, and so
we took this action as a precaution."

"I have to say, gentlemen," she replies, stretching back on her seat, "that
if this is an assassination, then it is a very relaxing and friendly one."

The Red Samurai has no response to that, turning to look at Ronin.

"Do you deny that you are Van Holde?" he asks.

"I have no idea," Ronin whimpers, "what you are talking about. I'm just a
stuntman for a the sims... I got asked to bring a message from a simstar in
LA, she wants to meet with some corporate escorts for a role..."

"Wired reflexes, extensive headware, smartlink, bone lacing..." says the
leader, "There's more, plus bioware, no doubt. Why all the cyberware for a
messenger?"

"The wires and the link are to make the sim feel real," answers Ronin, "the
bone lacing... man, they throw me off buildings and drek... I'd have dermal
sheathing, orthoskin and four cyberlimbs if I could afford it... I couldn't
be an assassin... I'm ungraded in Aikido, and the only time I ever fired a
gun in my life I missed..." Ronin looks ready to break down and cry, "I was
in CyberNinja Three... the fight scene in the bar, with the three drunks
and one guy pulled a gun, that was me..." he looks up, beginning to recover
his composure, "Wait a minute, you actually thought I was this big-time
renegade company man or whatever? That would look great on my..."

"How dare you insult my intelligence..." begins the detachment leader, but
Toryama cuts in.

"Enough," she spits, "If you had thought to check the security cameras you
would have seen there was nothing going on in here. Next time, please think
with your heads instead of your weapons. And from the gossip in this
department, you should also know that I am more than capable of dealing
with most attempts. Now get out."

The Red Samurai hesitate, then move back, safing their SMGs, and leaving
the room. Toryama looks at Ronin, a smile on her face.

"How much of that was an act?" she asks, once the guards are gone.

"Almost all of it," answers Ronin, "But I am just an actor, and I've never
heard of this Ronin."

"So, the data?"

"I have it here," Ronin replies, slowly removing a chip case from his
jacket, "Names, places, all of it," He hesistates, "Though I have no way of
knowing whether you will get it to Aneki-san, if you don't, it could well
reach him on my next try, and by that time, your name will have been added
to it."

"Please don't be offensive, Mr Drake. I'm a company woman. I will get the
message to Aneki-san. And if I felt that you were a threat to me
personally, you'd be dead."

Ronin hands over the chip with a small shrug, "I left a contact point when
I made the appointment," he says, "I would appreciate it if you told me
when Aneki-san has received the information."

"I think I can manage that," Toryama replies, "It should be soon, perhaps
three days at the most."

"Excellent," Ronin says, "But be careful. The people involved might get
access to the cameras recording this meeting, or you could be betrayed to
them quite easily. I have no way of knowing who they have in their
pockets."

"I am familiar with the violent side corporate intrigue, Mr Drake," Toryama
replies, "and not only as the recipient. As always, I will exercise the
utmost caution. Thank you for your visit."

"Thank _you_, Ms. Toryama," Ronin says, "You have taken a great weight from
my shoulders. Now I must go and have a humiliating panic attack for the
benefit of your guards. Added to which indignity, they'll probably chase me
when I leave."

+++++End footage segment Toryama's Office 10:32:31/02-05-58

+++++Begin footage segment Elevator C 10:33:10/02-05-58

The elevator is occupied only by Ronin. He looks at the camera, then speaks.

"Ice, you there? I'm busted, can you go astral, bring some elementals, and
meet me in the foyer?"

+++++End footage segment Elevator C 10:33:20/02-05-58

+++++End replay

No footage of the battle that followed. A few of the Sammies were waiting
in the foyer, and Ronin cut in his wires, suddenly sprinting through the
crowd. He put one of them down by tackling him into a fountain, water
sprayed all over the suits, and in the resulting confusion I came in with
all eight elementals... they tore into the sammies as Ronin gained his
feet, and started dropping the Reds with the SMG he took from his first
victim. On the astral it was a hell of a show... he's got almost no aura,
and with his violent intent and the astral elemental water spraying around
him, he looked like some sort of avenging warrior-demon. Then he took a
burst in the chest, and down he went. I had an earth elemental carry him
off, and he'll live, but

being wathced, gotta go]<<<<<
-- Murray Jerzyck <18:52:36 JT/02-05-58>

*****PRIVATE: Troglobyte
>>>>>[ice here, get in raku and call the reds off]<<<<<
-- Murray Jerzyck <18:52:45 JT/02-05-58>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Wed, 26 Feb 1997 12:10:45 +1300

Message no. 16 *****PRIVATE: RJohnson
>>>>>[I've got all the data you needed, and just in time as far as I
can tell. The last day Utopia is accepting tenders is the end of the week.
Your boffins should have enough time to hammer together the best proposal
from this.

+++++Include LbRbtEqu.txt

Don't bother paying me, I've already looted your personal accounts. Hah!
Just kidding.]<<<<<
-- RChoo <ha:ha:ha/ha-ha-ha>

From:	Brion Wauters <stu502@****.COCO.CC.AZ.US>
Subject:	Delivery
Date:	Wed, 23 Apr 1997 10:46:29 -0700

Message no. 17 *****PRIVATE: RJohnson
>>>>>[We have your corper. We'll drop him off tomorrow at 21:45 at the
same place as last time. Bring the cred and the cash.]<<<<<
-- Irish <10:50:30/04-23-58>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Re: Delivery
Date:	Thu, 24 Apr 1997 12:18:51 +1100

Message no. 18 *****PRIVATE: Irish
>>>>>[I'll be there.]<<<<<
-- RJohnson <18:12:29/04-23-58>

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