| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
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| Subject: | I Wanna Go Home |
| Date: | Mon, 17 Nov 1997 23:50:37 +0000 |
>>>>>[Oh, man. Oh, _man_. I am in over my freaking head here.
That guy is _fast_. I mean, _fast_. And slick. And _good_.
What the hell happened? I'm still trying to piece it together. I was in
this church, nice place, well looked after. The priest was an old guy,
really helpful, but he looked at my mugshots and no, he hasn't seen
anyone like that, and nobody unusual's been sniffing around that he
knows about. Then he frowns and says "what about him"? I look round and
wham, there's War, large as life and twice as ugly, except he grew his
hair and he's got a beard, but you don't mistake those eyes _anywhere_.
Pucker factor time. Good thing I wasn't on the bike or I'd have sucked
it halfway up my butt. I pull my piece and he is just _gone_. That fast.
So I quick-time round to where I left Excellent Machine, and crank her
up in quiet mode, and that's where I forgot the camera. So I got no
footage. The cops probably do, though.
I chase him. I get to my bike and so does he. Now he's on my turf, but
he's throwing willie-petes at me which cramps my style, plus we're in
the middle of town and I can't get too gung-ho about cutting loose with
a minigun. But I'm on his ass and he's on the run and I'm reeling him
in.
He goes offroad. He ditches his bike just before I turn it into Swiss
cheese. Sonofabitch never even flinched.
Me, okay, a rigger ex-ganger, not scary.
Me on his ass on this bike, hosing him down with a three-oh-eight mini,
_that's_ scary. Sucker never flinched. Then he watches me trash his
ride, then he fades away before I get there, and he's probably watching
me now, and he could probably kill me any minute, and I wanna go _home_.
You paid me to take him out and I'll keep trying. But this sucker is
_good_ and I'm sure as hell earning that money.]<<<<<
-- Harley <23:50:48/11-15-58>
