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Message no. 1
From: Sean Marshall <methos@****.NET>
Subject: Fools Rush In
Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 18:30:08 -0500
*****PRIVATE: Bill Gates

>>>>>[#3 is a mort, rather convincingly I think. Attachment offers proof,
with identies of people who did the job edited out. I hope you understand
I have to protect their ID's.

#1 is also geeked. I don't think all the Club's horses and all the Club's
men can put him back together again. Edited proof to follow.

Confirmation of #2 and #4 will follow shortly.

++++kill#3.vid
Two large female bodyguards nod >snip<... The first bodyguard crumples
around a sucking chest wound. Before the other woman can react, >snip< the
second guard joins her partner on the bloody floor.
...
>snip<>blurred shape< loops the cord over the
target's head and cinches it tight around her neck.>snip< The
target's eyes roll wildly, and her face turns red as she claws frantically
at the rope,

>snip<looping the cord around the light fixture the dying woman to dangle.
>>cut to shot of bedroom wall with target swinging from light fixture in
the background,
"I did it for Alison" is scrawled on the wall.<<

+++++end footage kill#3.vid

++++kill#1.vid part a
A cobalt blue Toyota Elite limosine with the Euphoric Ride logo prominantly
displayed on the side pulls to a gentle stop outside an apartment building.
It idles at the curb, purring softly.

A few minutes later a tall, impossibly handsome man in trey chic clothing
steps out of the building. He waves a hand to the limo while glancing up
and down the block. a huddled lump against the stoop appears out of place
and he approaches it cautiously.

When he discovers that the lump is the rumpled clothes on an equally
rumpled and equally drunk dwarf, he recoils in disgust. Giving the dwarf a
quick kick, he hurries to the rear passenger door of the waiting limo.

Before he gets to it, the door swings silently open. Apparantly he expects
this, as he dives into the dark recesses of the back seat. The door swings
closed equally silently. With a barely perceptible increase in noise, the
limo pulls smoothly away from the curb and heads downtown. It's tailights
vanish around a corner two blocks up.

Only then does the huddled dwarf stir. He turns and stares directly into
the lens of the floating camera, obviously mounted on a drone of some kind.
He grins hugely and the camera catches the wicked looking scar running
from his mouth down into the collar at his neck. He guves a thumbs up
signal to someone off camera and the front end of a dark coloured vehicle
pulls into the bottom edge of the camera's view before the signal stops

+++++end footage kill#1.vid part a

Part b of this vid shows target suitably dead. You and I have business to
talk about.]<<<<<

-- Methos <18:22:50/07-17-59>
Message no. 2
From: Bredget <bredget@*****.NET>
Subject: Re: Fools Rush In
Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 20:39:48 -0500
*****PRIVATE: Methos
>>>>>[Any word on the other targets?]<<<<<
--Jazz <20:30:47/07-17-59>




*****PRIVATE: Dreamer
>>>>>[I'm going to have some extra cash in the near future. Care to take a
vacation, my treat?]<<<<<
--Jazz <20:33:18/07-17-59>



*****PRIVATE: Jazz
>>>>>[You know you're number one on my shit list right now. On second
thought, a vacation might just help that. Sure, I'll go but I get to chose
where and for how long.]<<<<<
--Dreamer <20:36:01/07-17-59>


*****PRIVATE: Dreamer
>>>>>[I keep telling you the deal with your car was not my fault! Grey
Wolfe
was driving, not me. Anyway, you pick the trip and I'll finance it. We can
leave as soon as the finances come through]<<<<<
--Jazz <20:39:59/07-17-59>
Message no. 3
From: Duncan McNeill-Burton <dmcneill@************.EDU>
Subject: Re: Fools Rush In
Date: Mon, 20 Jul 1998 23:37:29 -0400
*****PRIVATE: Methos

>>>>>[ Here's the simfeed of the rest of the action.


++++kill#1.vid part b


As the feed winks in, the wind tugs at your hair and eybrows, though the
chill in the air goes totally unnoticed. A barely noticable weight sits on
one shoulder, and the corner of one eye, it's identifiable as a human body,
limp enough to be unconscious, but still breathing. The recordee surveys
the skyline for a moment, then steps back to the edge of the balcony. He
unshoulders the body, which turns out to be quite large and lofts him over
the railing. A second later, he creeps back to the railing and downward
watching as the body plummets the 723.3721 meters to the pavement. As it
drops, eyes zoom in, tracking the falling body, who's eyes flick open half a
second before he hits the ground.

Then he slams into the ground, hard, shattering like a watermellon and
sending a viscious looking web of cracks through the tennis court below,
much to the shock of the young woman practicing her volleying against the
wall. The recordee glances off into the distance as ears cancel out the
horrified shriek.

The cameraman drops a peice of paper and a tattered coverless paperback book
on the end table of the hotel room then turns around and heads for the door.
As he glances at a mirror, two pointed ears peek out from around the blanked
out face.

+++++end footage kill#1.vid part b

]<<<<<

-- Wylde Chylde <23:37:50/07-20-59>

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