| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
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| Subject: | IF: I was away but now I'm back |
| Date: | Wed, 20 Nov 1996 21:32:23 +0000 |
>>>>>[
+++++ Message-From: Stephanie
Hello everybody, I'm back. I had to go away for a while because we had
an - well, I had to go to- anyway, just because. But I'm back again. Has
anything happened? It was ever so quiet while I was here before and it
was really boring. I thought this job was meant to be urgent but
nothing's happening. Which was why I thought it was okay to go away for
a couple of weeks. I did send everyone some mail but the batteries in
this thing don't last very long and maybe it didn't get sent.
What do I have to do? Who do I have to do it to? When do we go into
Chicago? Or can I just go home? It's pretty boring sitting around
waiting for someone to say what's meant to be happening and discovering
that nobody knows what's happening and that there's nothing on the
trideo except reruns of "Manhatten Blues" and boring game shows and talk
shows and lots of other boring stuff where nobody ever shoots anyone and
nothing blows up and nobody even _mentions_ sex. The stupid "family
lockout" won't even let me watch war documentaries "becuase they're
violent". Which is probably a good thing because most of them are wrong
anyway, especially that really stupid program about Kursk they ran on
Edutainment. And just because I don't look my age I can't get any of the
decent channels with the proper sports and movies and fun stuff, so I'm
even going to miss the finals of 'Pain, Pistols and Pesos' unless
someone tapes them for me. Please? Anyone?
Oh, yes, I talked to some friends while I was in Kirgi^H^H^H^H wherever
I was and I got some information about getting in and out of the Zone,
because that's actually quite hard because it's all Army and they're
getting very good at stopping people who aren't meant to be going in or
out from going in or out so if we want to go in or out we need to be
ever so careful and talk to the right people and say the right things
because if we just rush in or out we might all get killed or captured or
just shot in the legs and thrown inside the Wall for bugs to eat our
brains. They do that, you know, the bugs I mean, I only _heard_ that the
Army throw people who really annoy them to the bugs. And the Army
definitely don't eat people's brains, at least not where anyone can see
them doing it. But I _saw_ a Mosquito spirit shove its probobo- its
prubosk - its probusc- its spiky-suck-your-blood-out-thing up someone's
_nose_ and start to suck all his brains out. Until I blew it up with
George. It splattered all _over_ the place. George works really well on
bugs.
I wonder if they really _do_ shoot you in the legs and feed you to the
bugs? The Army I mean. They might do that to people who shoot at them or
really annoy them. It seems silly, though. Why not just shoot them in
the head? I mean, what if they crawled away and hid before the bugs
caught them? I think Quinn was making that up when she told me. She does
that a lot. She knows some really good spells, though, and she's really
funny, so it's all right really.
Anyway, what's up?
Stephanie ]<<<<<
-- IF Mailer Daemon <17:01:23/11-20-57>
*****PRIVATE: Stephanie
>>>>>[Steph, that guy you killed flagged up as ex-Special Forces. His
name was Rowan Brigley, ex-Corporal in the Green Beanies, known Humanis
Poli supporter kicked out for assaulting a metahuman trainee at Tiger
School. Guess he forgot that sweet innocent Elven cutie was a proto-SEAL
and she kicked him so hard in the nuts, he had to pick his nose to
scratch his balls no. So much for human supremacy: instant three months
in Leavenworth plus dishonourable discharge. Guess he didn't learn from
his mistake either.
Anyway, that happened early last year. Chasing his fake ID around led me
back to a dead NSA rogue called Ploughshare. It looks like he worked for
her off and on until recently, then moved to Chicago in May or so. Don't
know why: someone was paying him good money, and he didn't seem to be
running what little shadows are left around the Windy City.
Watch yourself, anyway, Ploughshare worked for a really nasty type
called Farmer. If you're opposing that organisation, be ready for a
bumpy ride, and don't be afraid to make a fighting retreat if you have
to. Quinn's being approached by the Brits for some discreet enquries in
that region, which is why she didn't ask you or I <g>
Be careful: I don't want my favourite daughter getting killed. You
should pick this up when you get back to Chicago.]<<<<<
-- Lynch 17:05:42/11-20-57>
