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Message no. 1
From: Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA>
Subject: In realms of night...
Date: Mon, 2 Feb 1998 11:56:29 +0000
*****Internal: Review Footage Archive (Hostage-1-C)
>>>>>[
+++++ Include Cybersenses recording (Merged)
+++++ Include Cybercomm tought track

The inside of the bus is crowded. Obviously, they didn't have the time to
sit down, put away their carry-ons, and start the usual, lameass chitchat
with the bitch next to you. 1 and 2 are standing near the end of the
isle, the bathroom door open.

Comm (1): "It's clear...nobody in the bathroom"

Comm (Haze): "Great, stay there"

I look behind me. Looks like an old-time bus, so it must have... There, I
turn the chrome lever, and the door closes up. Now, for the second part.

"Hello everyone...We are the Sons of Freedom, and you are money to us. No
one will get hurt if you cooperate."

That's when it hits me. Their eyes. They're all looking at me. But it's
not that. It's the fear. Horror. Deep down, some of them know it's over.
Their minds don't want to face that fact. But they know. They'll deny it,
until the first bullets start to mow down the guy in front of them.

The two young kids stare at me, they're talking to each other, looking at
the guns. They look at each other, and laugh. They're talking about
Ramboid, and the Desert Wars livecasts.

They obviously don't know. Thank God, they don't know.

I scan the crowd. 5 men, of various age, and about 20 females.

"You, you, you, you and you, the men, you come and sit in front here. The
rest of you stay there...Come on bitch, move.. you take that man's place."

They stand up, hands shaking. Changing places. It goes smoothly.

Voices start to rise, panic sets in.

"Stay calm, people. The driver was not cooperative. He is now dead.
Anyone who shows even the least bit of...."

Bang. The sound. The sight. 4 stands there, cross-eyed. The left side
of his skull is missing, blown away. The skimask is torn, strands of wool
stained with blood, a glossy sheen over the mask's fabric. Brain and bits
of bone flow down his face, dripping on the floor. He drops to one knee,
tries to raise his hand to his face, then collapses.

I scan quickly. Frag, never trust an old bitch. The bag has a small 9 mil
craddled in her hands, both indexes on the trigger. Everything stops now.
The noises, the images, frozen. My men start to turn around, painfully slow.
Without even a thought, my HVAR comes to my side, trigger pressed. The
steady flow of flechette rounds blast through the cabin, tearing the old
lady apart. Her flowery dress shreds up, red rain falling on those
nearby, the cheap carpet drenched, the woodwork stained by thousands of
violet drops. Her arms failling away, her chest and face nothing more
than a mass of pinkish pulp and beige seat foam. I stop. One of her arms drops
to the floor, in the isle. Her chest collapses, spinal cord exposed. Her head hangs
sideways, only staying in place by a few shreds of flesh. Another lady,
right behing her, looks at me, eyes wide open. Several small stains grow on her
white Penn State sweatshirt. Her eyes go glassy, her bloody skin palid,
hands grasping the armrests. Movement seems to resume. Images go by
quickly. My men looking at the lady, the crowd looking at me. Stunned.

Comm (Haze): "5, put 4 in the bathroom and close the door. The rest of
you, check the muthafraggers for any other weapons."

"Let this be an example."

I let my HVAR dangle on its sling and I pull out my left Colt Manhunter.
Without a look, I plug the first guy on my right, some thirtysomething
bastard with a Harley-D T-shirt. One, in the face. He folds up, arms
dropping, still in his seat.

"And this is another one... Any other stunt like that,and y'all gonna be
hosed, understand? I can cap y'all inside of 3 seconds, so stay the fuck
down, and follow the goddamn orders."

Comm (6): "No more weapons, sir"

Comm (Haze): "Good... let's wait for the media..."

+++++closing Archive (Hostage-1-C)]<<<<<
-- Haze <08:07:36/02-02-59>

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