| From: | Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Embarrassment |
| Date: | Sat, 18 Oct 1997 12:12:04 +1300 |
>>>>>[Allright, here's the footage. I posted this instead of showing you
it direct because you might need time to compose yourselves. Any laughing
later and I'll give you a beating the likes of which you've endured only in
your worst nightmares.
+++++Begin footage
The camera comes to life focused on the front of a small shop called
"Hemphatics". A number of hemp products are displayed in the window, and
several cannabis leaves are painted on the glass. It is darker inside than
on the street, so when Ice approaches the window he should be reflected in
it, but there is nothing there to see other than a faint distortion that
could be an invisible mage.
Ice glances around the street then moves to the door, pushing at it gently.
There is no movement, so he tries pulling on the handle. Still no luck.
Glancing around the street again, he sees no movement, then he turns back
and spits out a single syllable in a quiet yet violent tone. The door
shakes, appearing to be hit by a controlled explosion, and when Ice tries
the handle again, it opens with a faint squeal.
Moving inside, Ice glides up into the air, drifting over the shelves of the
cramped shop. There are no visible signs of life, so he moves to the
counter, drifting past it and through a door that leads towards the back of
the shop.
Entering a small room occupied by a couch and trid set, Ice comes upon a
tall human male aiming what looks like a Defiance T-250 at the doorway
through which he has just enterred. The man is dressed in ragged cut-off
jeans and a T-shirt bearing the faded emblem "Free the Weed". There is a
slight look of panic visible in the man's face as Ice approaches him more
closely, then flies over his head and lands standing behind him, close
enough that they are almost touching.
"Wulf," Ice whispers in the tall man's ear.
Wulf spins around, bringing his shotgun up, but Ice catches it as Wulf
turns, takes it off him with a spinning disarm maneuvre, and throws the
weapon aside as he turns to face Wulf again. Slowly appearing as he drops
the invisibility spell, Ice takes hold of Wulf by the collar, puts his back
to him, and attempts to throw him over his shoulder. Unfortunately, Wulf's
shirt tears, releasing him from the throw. Ice turns back to him in time to
receive a lifted knee to the stomach, doubling him up, and a haymaker that
he manages to take on the shoulder instead of the side of the head. Wulf
follows as Ice flies backwards, then the elf casts a spell, entombing Wulf
in a block of ice. The human struggles for a moment, but cannot break free,
and soon begins to pass out from lack of air. Ice releases the spell after
about half a minute, stepping back as Wulf falls to the carpet, gasping and
choking.
"Time for a chat," says Ice, still gasping a little himself, "Who paid you
to whack the Squatter?"
"Some..." gasps Wulf, "Some guy. Scythe... knew him from... somewhere... or
maybe he heard of him thr... through a fixer. Dunno."
"You got a name?" asks Ice.
"Go to... hell."
"Rat!" Ice calls, looking up, "Manifest, if you would."
The Rat appears in the corner of the room in the form of a giant flaming
rodent. Wulf, still folded up on the floor, look up at the sound of flames,
then gives a small shriek of surprise.
"What... that fragging spirit?" he gasps, "The one on the bridge, who got
Dan and Mike?"
"Yes, " Ice replies, "and its going to torture you until you answer my
questions."
"Great," mutters Wulf, "Couldn't have come at a worse time."
Ice gestures at the Rat, who approaches Wulf, licking it's lips and
twitching its whiskers.
"No need for that," Wulf says, "I'll talk."
"Good," says Ice, "I don't have time to waste. Let's hear it."
"The only name I have is Harrow," Wulf says, "It's an address of sorts,
Scythe used it to contact him across the matrix. I managed to figure out
enough of his system to use his deck to pick up the payment for the job.
There were a few other files in the deck, stuff to do with what Harrow
wanted and how they met. You let me live, I'll send them to you tomorrow."
"Fine," Ice says, "Drop a chip with a copy of the files in the bin outside
the coffe shop at >>address<<. And don't try to mess me about."
"Yeah, okay. Tomorrow."
Ice nods, then leaves the room, the Rat demanifesting, leaving Wulf
crouched on the carpet.
+++++End footage
Like I told you earlier, the Rat was staying with him to prevent funny
business. Including breathing. Damn, I'm still pissed off with the bastard
slut-monkey son-of-a-bitch for killing him then. Waddya gonna do though, at
least he brought us the deck.]<<<<<
-- Ice <19:08:09/10-14-58>
