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Message no. 1
From: Ed Matuskey <MATUSKEY@***.EDU>
Subject: Highlander's night out
Date: Tue, 24 May 1994 23:08:23 -0700
>>>>>[All right, I'm ready now.

Cerise and I were going outthat evening (last night), and I needed to
pick up some clothes from the cleaners (no, I dn't always wear the
scarf and trench coat, so there). As I was coming back with my clothing,
I started getting the feeling I was being followed. Now, I had no idea
who would be folliwing me, myself being the friendly and charismatic
chap that I am, but I was in a hurry, and didn't want to deal with
this right now. P

I pulled every dodgin technique I've managed to pick up from my more
fugitive friends. I thought I'd shaken whoever it was, if there was
anyone atall, and I was running out of time (helpful hint: never
leave a lady waiting. Especially a redhead.....). So I made a break
for my place, and made it inside--safely enough, I thought.

I had just finished changing when I heard a knock at the door. Thinking
Cerise had come early, I sauntered over to the door......And had it
knocked into my face. Aye, the door was knocked off its hinges, and I
was buried beneath it.

Briefly: once I saw the lad in the door, I moved as fast as my
artificial nervous system would let me. He was a tall, asian man,
with slivery eyes that screamed sammie. Just my luck, I was set for
a pleasant evening out, and not a run, or I wouldn't have been in
as bad a spot as I found myself.

So anyway, there I was scrambling around on my floor, trying to get
to my feet, and this lad just leaped at me. I managed to dodge some
wicked claws--and I couldn't tell you if they were natural or not,
'cause that lad was changing right in front of me into some mix between
a man and a tiger. I lunged for my closet, and managed to get it open
and the Ingram out. Unfortunatley, I keep my weapons unloaded in my
own place, so it was of more use as a club right then.

A club wasn't doing me much good right then. I managed to keep the
beastie at bay for a few seconds, but one swipe finally knocked it
away, and another swipe opened up my side. I ducked back to the closet,
and this time closed myself in. The door wasn't going to hold, I know,
but it gave me enough time to grab my other weapon, the M1a assault
rilfe, and get it loaded. The man-tiger ripped the door free just in
time to get a chest full of autofire.

THAT, unfortunately, got me cocky. I saw the creature fly back
and fall, and I thought I'd gotten the upper hand. Hell, I thought
I'd won! I wasn't thining too clearly, or I would have remembered how
fast shapeshifters healed. I found out soon enough, though, when the
beastie luunged at me as I was approaching it. I got another burst off,
but its impact knocked the gun away, and we both went down.

I didn't feel good at all. Ribs felt cracked, I was bleeding out my
side, and I knew the bastard would be getting better before I did. I
was contemplating my third story window, when I heard a very familiar
shriek of rage, and saw the 'shifter go flying through the air.

My own personal cavalry has arrived. There was Cerise, looking
absolutely stunning in that dress, her eyes flashing, her hair
flying, and her hands glowing with energy. I have never seen a more
beautiful sight.

Evidently the beastie recognized her--it tried to lunge for her, but
only got blasted again. Then the lassie blew my window out. I thought
we were going to try and escape, but Cerise had other ideas. So did
the 'shifter, though. While she was doing that, it leapt for her
again, this time drawing blood. We both roared at that injury, and
I rolled over to the assault rifle. As Cerise blasted the tiger-lad
again, I cut loose--carefully!--with the last of the ammo. This
staggered the beastie, and while it was wounded, Cerise made another
gesture, and the thing was flung right out the window! It disappeared
with a rather pitiful yowl.

Needless to say, our evening was cancelled. Cerise did what she
could for our wounds, and we left my rather trashed pad. I'll have to
go back and get my stuff, but that'll have to wait.

So you see, Heather: nothing to worry about! I'm fine!

And thank you Ceirise! You're one of a kind, lass!]<<<<<
--Highlander (23:10:43/5-24-55)
Message no. 2
From: "Jason Carter, Nightstalker" <CARTER@***.EDU>
Subject: Re: Highlander's night out
Date: Wed, 25 May 1994 21:51:19 -0700
>>>>>[ That damn fargging beast destoryed my dress. Do you have any idea
how
long I looked fot that dress. They next time I see that tiger it is going to
die. And Heather, we don't need your help. ]<<<<<
-- Cerise <22:02:02/05-25-55>

>>>>>[ Heather, I can't wait til you get here. ]<<<<<
-- Nighstalker <22:02:57/05-25-55>

***** Private To: Highlander
>>>>>[ I'm shocked that you think I would do such a thing >:)
]<<<<<
-- Nighstalker <22:03:34/05-25-55>
Message no. 3
From: Ed Matuskey <MATUSKEY@***.EDU>
Subject: Re: Highlander's night out
Date: Thu, 26 May 1994 22:53:23 -0700
>>>>>[At least SOMEONE is acting pleased at my coming: thanks 'Stalker.
See you soon.

Cerise: No offense lass, but you definitely need my help. What with
you dividing your time between Colin and this Powerhouse, Colin is
going to have plenty of chances to get himself killed, and I won't
have that happen. Like it or not, lassie, I'm coming up. I know I'm
looking forward to finally meeting you......]<<<<<
--Heather (22:55:33/5-26-55)

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