| From: | Jacamus <CUENOJF@*********.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Demolitions 101 |
| Date: | Tue, 1 Mar 1994 11:32:24 GMT-500 |
hangover. I started drinkin' about the time me an' Morgue hit the
Smoke Shop and finally passed out in some sleazy hole called Dante's
Inferno Bar and Grill.
The other night, if WW was in the hall I think he was, he set off one
o' my improvized claymores. Very handy little recipe they gave us
back in the Corps.
1) Mix 1 half kilo of your favorite high explosive with another
half kilo of the same.
2) Wrap said mix in about two meters chain and place where it will do
the most damage (my favorite is in the knee space under a desk).
3) Wire in about three different detonators and/or booby traps.
4) Run like hell.
I must say that was a really exciting little adventure. Aztechs
outer security might be hell, but once yer inside it gets really lax.
When we hit the security office it was a joke. Nobody had weapons
locked and loaded, or even nearby. I took out the first goon with my
Corps survival knife and number two goon with a double tap to the
head. Morgue cleared the rest and we began our dirty work. After
sending the computers into a terminal crash and re-reouting the
security details we booby-trapped the chairs, lights and even the
coffee machine. Heeeeeee, heeeeee, heeee!
A little prowling and growling later the Azzies finally got their
acts together and we were in deep merde. We decided to spilt out the
back and high-tailed for the Smoke Shop.
***** Encrypt: Vilya/Forge
Ya know, its strange you should mention astral security.
I've got a bad astral security problem.
A mage I was drinking with a few months back told me a little about
my problem.
Back when I was merc in the CAS with a group called the Apocalypse
Horsemen, we all gave cell samples so they could grow new limbs for
us when we got them shot off (or whatever). A couple years back, the
Colonel started integrating magic with our physical force. One of
the shamans he used scared the holy crap outta me. I went inta his
offfice one night and there were creepy crawlies everywhere. A
coupla good-sized praying mantis were grabbing everything and eating
it. One even took a swing at me.
That night I decided to leave. I raided the armory and loaded a van
in the motor pool. I grabbed a lot of beta grade cyber and top line
weapons. A fixer I had met earlier on a deployment to CalFree took
me under his wing. I traded some of the cyber and weapons to Freddy
to pay for my bills to get the cyber implanted. After I climber
outta the vat a year later I started working with Freddy's security
company. About the same time, I started getting assassination
attempts. They weren't very good at first, but they could always
find me. After a while they started getting farther and fathre
apart, but more deadly. The last time a man-sized praying mantis
showed up in a big package delivered to my SF apartment. After a
long-gory fire fight I managed to scrag it, but not until it nearly
scragged me.
After Freddy got me patched up, I came up here, just to try and get
away. Anyway, so this mage says my problems all come from that blood
sample I gave. He says the Horsemen can find me because of it. And
the last hit "critter" was a wyrd mantis. Now why in the hell would
somebody send a fraggin' wyrd mantis after me when an elven hitman is
probably better, not ta mention a whole helluva lot cheaper?
Is there anything you guys (spirits, whatever) can do to help me?
Ideas?
Opinions?
Contacts?
Thanks a lot.......
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-- Jacamus (11:30:00/03-01-55)
