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Message no. 1
From: "Greetings Highlander!" <MKNABUSCH@******.BITNET>
Subject: Hunting
Date: Wed, 17 Feb 93 15:44:00 EDT
>>>>>[Hunting indeed. That is what I do best. Extermination
of the plague of insects that infest ths area. My spirits
don't need to be bonded to bodies like the punny ant and
tiny termite. Eradication is in order for them. MONICA
is more of a pest than the worst UB Chapterhouse. I offered
my services, they were not accepted. I will respect your wishes
and stay away from the fray, for I am also familiar with the
friendly fire kills that happen. By oath and by honor.]<<<<<
-Styx <Earth's gift>
Message no. 2
From: bellovar@***.WISC.EDU
Subject: Re: Hunting
Date: Fri, 19 Feb 93 16:15:45 CST
>>>>>[ Styx. It is time for hunting. I have found the locations
of the programers who we believe designed MONICA. Let my trust in
you not be misplaced. ]<<<<<
-- Buster <in/control>



_____________________
Chris Bellovary
Bellovar@***.wisc.edu
Message no. 3
From: Last of the Brigadoons <MKNABUSCH@******.BITNET>
Subject: hunting
Date: Wed, 31 Mar 93 23:52:00 EDT
>>>>>[Sorry Nexus, I hunt other things now. Animals just aren't
a challenge...except for dragons and juggernauts....but I haven't
hunted those. Yet. Maybe. Of course there's always grenade
fishing in Puget Sound. Most wetters (read water cops) don't like
it, but I just say...Hey, you gonna talk or fish...while I hold the
pin in one hand and the grenade in the other. Just gotta hope you
don't offend any awakened critter in that soup.]<<<<<
-Harlequin <Decker, not mage>
Message no. 4
From: Last of the Brigadoons <MKNABUSCH@******.BITNET>
Subject: Hunting
Date: Thu, 1 Apr 93 01:00:00 EDT
>>>>>[ Now Nexus, calm down. I said I hunt. Where and when did
I say I hunt defenseless animals. I DON'T call piasima defense-
less. Besides, I kill and eat most of what I hunt. But I hunt
different things now. Both literally and figuritively. Go figure.
Just don't judge me with out knowing me.]<<<<<
-Harlequin <Ever read "The most dangerous game">
Message no. 5
From: MVS104@*****.BITNET
Subject: Hunting...
Date: Thu, 1 Apr 93 02:59:00 EST
>>>>>[I'm glad you don't hunt more often, Nexus. Perhaps you would
get bored of killing. Oh, the horror! Drek, I get to hunt every
night, courtesy of MCT's hyperactive HMHVV strain. Shouldn't I just
be swimming in joy? I get nothing out of being a predator. Even
though I have to kill to survive, I still gain no pleasure from just
killing. That's all it is in the end, after all. I can at least
imagine that by 'running I do some good along with the killing.
But I'm not sure the benefits of being a vampire outweigh the cost
in life. Well, I hope my idealism hasn't bored you.]<<<<<
-Morrison<**:**:**/**-**-**>
Message no. 6
From: "Weird Thoughts Inc." <MKNABUSCH@******.BITNET>
Subject: Hunting
Date: Fri, 30 Apr 1993 15:04:00 EDT
>>>>>[Hmmm. Well. Now I got a real poser of a question
here. Are the people that 'join' with insects human.
I hunt them. Does that make me as bad as Clement? Its
my nature. Its the path that I must follow. Hmm.

Philosophy. I hate it.]<<<<<
-Styx <15:01:21/04-30-54>

>>>>>[ Why do you insist on doing this Styx? Why do you
keep fratenizing with humans? Its not the way.]<<<<<
-Charon <15:03:55/04-30-54>

>>>>>[ Eh, suck on this...damn. He left. Rats. Maybe
I ought to find him. He's more a pest to me that anyone.
I thought he was gone.]<<<<<
-Styx <15:04:30/04-30-54>
Message no. 7
From: Joshua James Harrison <harrij4@***.EDU>
Subject: Hunting...
Date: Wed, 26 Jan 1994 15:58:04 -0500
>>>>>[An update on my work on Talky's code... I haven't had any MAJOR
breakthroughs recently, probably because I've dealt with this damned thing so
much that I no longer have a new perspective on it... so I'm gonna take a
break from this whole mess... don't worry, I'll be keeping an eye on it, and
if you need help I'll be there. The thing is, Chance is going crazy without
Widow there to do most of the computer related legwork, so he really wants me
to come back and help him... and I guess I should...

I've got so many projects going on now that I'm starting to lose track of
things... and that doesn't happen to me too often... so I'm gonna focus on
this "Purge" mess, but not until I take a night off... if anybody wants to
meet me, I'll be down at the Blue Flame tonight... you'll be able to pick me
out... I'm the guy in the red leather jacket, black jeans, and spiked brown
hair. Come on down and maybe I'll buy you a drink...

Don't worry Chance, I'll get on your project tomorrow. Right now, I need a
coupla hours more sleep... until later everyone!

Oh, if you are gonna meet me, let me know so that I can look for you.]<<<<<
-- Coyote (I'll use a T/D if I want to...)
Message no. 8
From: The Powerhouse <P.C.Steele@*********.AC.UK>
Subject: Hunting
Date: Thu, 8 Sep 1994 19:05:57 +0100
*****PRIVATE: Claw
>>>>>[ Hunting I think will be best, scum like this do not deserve to walk
the
streets of Seattle. They will learn when their comrades do not return, however
I must advise that recent contacts with certain street associates of mine have
informed me that the Double-D's are aware of the few deaths the other night and
will be more vigilant. Not that I think that will be a problem, it merely
makes the hunt more interesting. ]<<<<<
-Punisher (19:05:38/9.8.55)
Message no. 9
From: "Mark A. Imbriaco" <mark@******.NET>
Subject: Hunting ..
Date: Fri, 25 Jul 1997 10:47:39 -0400
***** PRIVATE: Jason R. Stormwind
>>>>>[ Absolutely. Just catch me while I'm in the castle .. we've got some
leads, but we've been looking for so long that a few hours spent with
friends isn't going to make a hell of a lot of difference. ]<<<<<
-- Griffyn <10:47:26/07-25-58>
Message no. 10
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Hunting
Date: Thu, 5 Feb 1998 00:26:40 +0000
*****PRIVATE; SAC C. D'Arkan, SASIC T. Johnson
>>>>>[Okay, update on the HVAR hunt. We hit paydirt.



+++++begin video
Lynch walks briskly through an office, trailing a bow-wave of "Hey!" and
"What the..." among the startled, besuited dwellers of Cubeville: a man
in FBI raid gear tends to have that effect.

He passes a sectretary whose alarmed "Can I help you?" becomes "SIR! You
can't go in there!" as he straightarms the closed door of an office,
pieces of the latch flying as the door crashes open.

Inside, two men and a woman are looking around in alarm: Lynch leans
against the wall, which creaks alarmingly under the weight of him and
his gear.

"Mr Roger Snell, I presume?"

"Who are you? How dare you?" The man behind the desk blusters. "I'll
call Security! I'll call the police!"

"I _am_ law enforcement, Mr Snell, and I'm here for an informal chat. If
you prefer, I can arrest you, Mirandize you, take you to Seneca, past
half Seattle's news crews. We can summon your lawyer from the golf
course, and you can be questioned at leisure, with our enquiries about
your illegal arms dealing made part of the public record." Lynch sounds
like he's grinning.

"You have no right to do this! You have no proof! These allegations are
baseless, and- and - This is a non-smoking building!"

This last is directed at the SIGA agent as he takes a Marlboro from a
flat steel case and lights it with a well-loved Zippo.

"So sue me, which you're surely going to threaten to do anyway."

"You cannot storm in here waving a machinegun and making wild
accusations against my good name!" Snell blusters.

"I'm not waving a machinegun: I have a L7 assault weapon worn correctly
on its harness as per regulations. And do you think I'd be making these
accusations like this if they were wild?"

"You could have contacted me less violently -"

"I got through to your secretary." Lynch replies, blowing smoke. "She
said she couldn't fit me in for at least five days, and I've got a
morgue full of corpses and a killer on the loose, with a HVAR I think he
got via you."

"This is PREPOSTEROUS-"

Lynch slaps down a photograph: the inside of a bus, the seats chewed
ragged, shreds of fabric and foam covering but not concealing the
carnage within. Over thirty corpses, torn apart by multiple bullet
wounds, some almost dismembered, and blood is everywhere. One of Snell's
colleagues - the man - turns away, gagging, before giving up the fight
and vomiting onto the carpet tiles.

"This is what a HVAR does at point-blank range, Mr Snell. It kills
thirty-one people in a few seconds. This is why I wouldn't accept Monday
afternoon, maybe, if you had time, for our little chat. The killer is
still free." He lays down another on the desk, Snell and his two
colleagues staring horror-struck: this one might once have been a small
child of perhaps six, hit by at least half-a-dozen rounds at point-blank
range. "Do you have children, Mr Snell?"

"I... I don't see how..."

"I do. I see scenes like this and I think, if I were illegally selling
weapons on the black market, I'd want to co-operate fully, or maybe next
time it might be my daughter dead. Or kidnapped. The man I'm after took
four girls with him, pretty ones, can you guess what he wanted them for?
What happened to them befoe they were murdered? Perhaps the one he chose
is still alive. How many more times will he rape her between now and
Monday afternoon, Snell?"

Lynch leans forward, and Snell shrinks back. "And can you imagine the
media reaction, if we had to make this official? That you allegedly had
information, and refused to co-operate, and had to be _arrested_ before
you'd share it? You'd be a target for scores of vigilantes. You'd even
be an accessory to the crime. Now, are you going to talk about Lot 712B
or not?"

Snell's hands are shaking. "I don't have to say anything without a
lawyer present..."

"I want the killer. Right now I don't give a shit about you, but if
you're all we can catch, we'll haul you in and put you away. Talk to me,
now, or talk with a lawyer present at Seneca, on record, with Turner
Network reporting your arrest as an accessory."

"You've got no evidence."

"You want to bet on that? Think I'd be here, doing this, if I didn't?"
Lynch stubs his cigarette out on the heel of his boot, tosses the butt
into the wastepaper bin.

Something almost visibly snaps inside Snell. "All right. Lot 712B was
stolen in transit. I have reason to believe it was taken by this man."
He scribbles rapidly on a pad, hands the top sheet to Lynch.

"712B, that was eight HVARs and ammo, eight Alphas, twenty-four Light
Fires, right? Shipment from Ares to you, last November."

"That's it. That was my contact point for the man, he called himself
Titan. It was valid then, he said he'd inform me if it changed -"

"Enough." Lynch turns on a heel and walks out. Outside the office,
Lilith is holding several uniformed rentacops at bay: as he leaves, she
falls in beside him. The rentacops follow, uncertain.

"He broke." the mercenary says shortly.

"Told you so." Lilith smirks, as they reach a stairwell and descend at a
run in a thunder of combat boots.
+++++end video

We're en route to Titan's last known location now. More as we get
it.]<<<<<
-- 1Lt J R W Lynch <18:32:24/02-04-59>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency
Message no. 11
From: "Michael R. Goldberg" <mrgoldbe@**.NETCOM.COM>
Subject: hunting
Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 00:02:57 -0600
***** Private: Blitzkrieg
>>>>>[ firewraid found us today. told us dat chris left in hurry. said
she had ta run errand or 2, and want'd ta meet us in denver. dought we
would be interest'd in what chris was up ta. didn' say what it was,
dough.

deuce and i figure chris has right idea. we splitting now. our ride
leaves early tomorrow night. guess i will miss yer show. wish i could
make it. tell gang, i say hi. ]<<<<<
-- Doomsday <06:01:21/03-13-59>
Message no. 12
From: Bredget Stroud <bstroud@*********.COM>
Subject: Hunting
Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 07:28:03 -0800
*****PRIVATE: Griffyn
>>>>>[I got your name from a friend of a friend. I'm looking for someone to
do a wetwork job for me, no questions asked. Can you fix me up? The pay is
>>very generous nuyen<< with a >>big bonus<< for your
help.]<<<<<
--Black Widow <09:26:42/03-17-59 CST>
Message no. 13
From: Mark Imbriaco <perlhacker@*********.NET>
Subject: Re: Hunting
Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 23:03:12 -0500
***** PRIVATE: Black Widow
>>>>>[ I would be willing to broker the deal for you. I will arrange an
online meeting room at DataVault. The following key should allow you entry
to the room. Please bring details about the service you wish to be performed,
and I will begin the hiring phase. ]<<<<<
-- Griffyn <23:02:44/03-17-59>
Message no. 14
From: Bredget Stroud <bstroud@*********.COM>
Subject: Re: Hunting
Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 05:53:49 -0800
*****PRIVATE: Griffyn
>>>>>[The target is in Tarislar. An Amerindian female named Grey Wolf.
+++++include:grey.pic
She will be at the Easy Eight tomorrow night. Collateral damage is not
acceptable. She is not very trusting of men, so a female hitter may be in
order. Whoever does the job needs to get close enough to give her a message
before she dies. Just let her know that /no one/ plays Black Widow.

If she is missed at the Eight, I'm including her address.
+++++include:greybio.doc

Also included is half of the pay.
>>transfer nuyen<<

I'll be waiting for news.]<<<<<
--Black Widow <07:53:02/03-18-59 CST>
Message no. 15
From: Michael Loll <lolllee@*****.com>
Subject: Hunting
Date: Mon, 13 May 1996 06:51:28 -0400 (EDT)
*****Private To: Ronin
>>>>>[Ok, I'm gonna run a search for this Boom-Boom guy. No offense or
anything but you were the one who searched for him...I'm the Decker here
<g>. I'll find something hopefully....even if it's table scraps. As for
this Blademaster, how well do you know this guy. I mean who does he work
for if you know. I couldn't find out without doin some major IC. I just
don't wanna show up and find out he is LoneStar or something. Or worse.
Contact me at >>encrypted<< if you need anything soon. I'm ready to set up
a meeting with you all.]<<<<<
-- Phobos <06:41:10/05-13-57>

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