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From:	J0hnny4n4l06 J0hnny4n4l06@********.com
Subject:	Job
Date:	Thu, 2 Mar 2000 18:06:04 -0600

Message no. 1 *****Private: Ronin
>>>>>[Got anything in mind for me or did I fail the ethics part of the
test?
;-) Let me know when you got something available. If you need a team, let me
know too. Take care.]<<<<<
---J0hnny4n4l06

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 03 Mar 2000 23:07:05 +1300

Message no. 2 *****PRIVATE: J0hnny4n4l06
>>>>>[How good are you on the astral? I'm putting something together and I
could use an astral support mage.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <04:36:24/03-03-61>

From:	J0hnny4n4l06 J0hnny4n4l06@********.com
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 3 Mar 2000 23:01:13 -0600

Message no. 3 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[Talk to me. Need some specifics, but I'm open to
it.]<<<<<
--J0hnny4n4l06

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Tue, 07 Mar 2000 08:57:00 +1300

Message no. 4 *****PRIVATE: J0hnny4n4l06 wrote:
>>>>>[We need to do some digging around first, but when we find what we're
after, I'll let you know.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <14:27:46/03-06-61>

From:	J0hnny4n4l06 J0hnny4n4l06@********.com
Subject:	Job
Date:	Mon, 6 Mar 2000 23:19:04 -0600

Message no. 5 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[Fair enough. Let me know when you're ready. What as in an article eh?
;-) If you need any help research wise, let me know too. ]<<<<<
--J0hnny4n4l06 <23:18:21/03-06-61>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Sun, 12 Mar 2000 13:43:38 +1300

Message no. 6 *****PRIVATE: Faerie
>>>>>[Someone other than me has to go threaten Dallow. Johnny's got some
moral issues about killing, he might have a similar problem with blackmail. I haven't
asked him yet, of course, but if you do it it'll take the problem out of my
hands.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <19:13:31/03-11-61>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Mon, 13 Mar 2000 11:24:39 +1300

Message no. 7 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[Righto.]<<<<<
-- Faerie <16:54:45/03-12-61>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Wed, 10 May 2000 11:46:18 +1200

Message no. 8 *****PRIVATE: Faerie
>>>>>[Got another job for you. A series of people need to be hunted down
and captured. Their former Johnson�s got some questions for them. Could be we�ll find the
one we need straight away, but if we�re unlucky, we�ll need to go through the whole list.
Point 2?]<<<<<
-- Ronin <11:45:15/05-09-61>

*****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[I�ll be there.]<<<<<
-- Faerie <21:03:55/05-09-61>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Sat, 13 May 2000 09:04:53 +1200

Message no. 9 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[I�ve got a line on Simone, we should find Altangeral there too. Point
4?]<<<<<
-- Faerie <14:37:39/05-13-61>

*****PRIVATE: Faerie
>>>>>[I�ll be there. I�ve got something that might lead to Hammond, but
it�ll require further investigation. Nothing on Steelface, not even a real name
yet.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <21:04:55/05-13-61>

From:	Mrstallboy@*.com Mrstallboy@*.com
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 12 May 2000 19:27:21 EDT

Message no. 10 Feed me the intel guys. This rigger could use cred. What's the know?

Ravenwing

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Mon, 15 May 2000 11:22:16 +1200

Message no. 11 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[The last stand of Simone and Altangeral, as requested.

Bomber dronecam:

+++++Begin footage

"Receiving orders" icon flickering, the drone is a good hundred metres
above the barrens. The shape of the horizon puts it somewhere in
Redmond. The drone descends, heading for a gang fortress, its walls made
of burnt out cars, discarded sheets of construction-grade macroplast,
and tyres stacked by the thousand. Two towers guard the entrance,
jury-rigged affairs to which only an idiot would trust his or her life.
As it reaches the wall, the drone turns to fly along above it, and its
camera focuses downwards as bomblets start to rain down from somewhere
just off-camera. An ammo counter appears on screen, dropping from 50 to
25 in a couple of seconds. Bits of rubble start to fly as the bomblets
hit and explode, several sections of the wall disintegrating and
collapsing into the street and into the compound behind the wall. A
tower falls, its occupants bailing out before it hits the ground, but
before they can start to move (or lie there, in the reasonably likely
case that they�re dead or unconscious), they�re off-camera.

The drone pulls up and banks, coming back for a second run over the
compound. Gangers are starting to run from the two storey building
inside, heading for the variety of bikes and cars that are parked by the
back wall. The drone starts to drop bomblets again, but these seem to be
flares for the most part, with a few flash-bangs mixed in.

+++++End footage

Tracker dronecam:

+++++Begin footage

The second drone is parked on a building overlooking the gang fortress,
and as the first drone finishes dropping flares, it lifts off.

The "receiving orders" icon flickers, and the drone flies low over the
shattered street-side wall, dropping to a meter off the ground once it�s
over the compound. It speeds through the crowd of evacuating gangers,
avoiding most of them, but failing in one case - an ork is knocked clean
off his feet. It turns after the first run through the crowd, and gains
height for a second run. Halfway through the rapidly scattering crowd,
the drone starts to follow one of them, an elven woman dressed in white
overalls. She�s heading away from the burning vehicles, and is joined by
a powerfully muscled human male, wearing black boxer shorts and nothing
else, and carrying an AK-97 assault rifle. The two of them follow the
wall behind the building, the drone a couple of meters behind, and stop
at a man-hole. The woman pulls the lid up, and the man drops through,
the woman following, the drone trailing after.

About two metres down, there�s a catwalk with a metal grating floor, and
below that there�s a five or six metre drop to the floor of a large
cavernous room filled with assorted machinery of the pumping variety,
all of it quiet and still. The two gangers run along the catwalk,
reaching some stairs that lead down to the floor. The drone follows them
as they dodge through the machinery, reaching a metal door in the far
wall. It continues to follow as they go inside a small control room.

The woman crosses to a desk, flicks a series of switches, and the wall
between the control room and the larger one opens up two cracks, each
about ten or fifteen centimetres wide. The man checks his assault rifle,
and looks out through one of the cracks. Whining noises followed by
louder engine-related sounds indicate that some or all of the machinery
outside is starting up.

"Everything�s green," the woman announces, and the man nods, finishing
his check of his AK-97.

The woman sits at the control panel, and jacks in.

"Intruder," she announces through a speaker somewhere behind the drone,
which produces a near exact copy of her meat-side voice.

"Sentry guns?" inquires the man, looking up as if he�s talking to the
ceiling.

"They�ll be in the KZ in a second�"

The drone�s "receiving orders" icon flickers, and crosshairs appear,
centred on her back. A weapon fires, and what looks much like a
narco-jet dart appears between her shoulderblades. The woman slumps on
the desk, sliding off onto the floor as her wheeled chair rolls out from
under her. The cord connecting her to the computer pulls taut, then
comes loose from her head.

"What the�" says the man, turning to look in the drone�s direction.

The "receiving orders" icon flickers again, and he too is narco-darted,
this time the drone aims for the chest. He staggers back, ripping the
dart free, and fires wildly at the wall. Two or three of the rounds
bounce off the drone�s barriers in a shower of sparks, and he focuses
his fire at this visible sign of _something_ being there. A second dart
fires, and he falls to the ground, sitting up against the wall, and
continuing to fire for a moment, then his eyes go out of focus, the AK
goes empty, and he lies still.

+++++End footage

I should probably have darted them as soon as we got them away from the
rest of the gangers, but what the hell, we still got them. What did the
Johnson have to say?]<<<<<
-- Faerie <22:55:21/05-14-61>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Thu, 18 May 2000 15:10:38 +1200

Message no. 12 *****PRIVATE: Faerie
>>>>>[The interogation's still in progress. I'll let you
know.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <20:44:17/05-17-61>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Sat, 20 May 2000 08:56:39 +1200

Message no. 13 *****PRIVATE: Faerie
>>>>>[They don�t know what he needs. I think I�ve found Hammond, so he�s
next. Point 1?]<<<<<
-- Ronin <14:30:19/05-19-61>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson chicken@********.net.nz
Subject:	Job
Date:	Tue, 23 May 2000 09:41:05 +1200

Message no. 14 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[Here you are.

+++++Begin footage

Faerie�s drone flies up behind Ronin � dressed in black with a leather
coat over the top - as he enters a biker bar. The bikers in question are
about a third each trolls, orks, and humans, with a few dwarves
sprinkled around the room. There are about fifty people in all, enough
to make it hard to move. Ronin pushes his way through the crowd,
ignoring the one or two dirty looks that come his way � and something
about him seems to make people less inclined to mess with him than a
drunken biker usually would be.

Ronin reaches the bar, and speaks briefly to the bartender. The drone�s
recording systems are good, but not good enough to isolate a voice over
Plutonium�s latest, "Score". After a short conversation, the bartender
jerks his head at a door behind the bar, and Ronin vaults the bar, and
moves towards it. The bartender stops him with a hand on the shoulder,
saying something, but whatever it was, Ronin appears unconvinced. He
takes the bartenders hand, and twists the arm into a hold that forces
the bartender to his knees.

"Bouncers incoming," says Faerie�s voice over a radio link.

Ronin lets the bartender go, moving at wired speed towards the door.
Behind him, the bartender surges to his feet and grabs a baseball bat
from under the bar, but before he can attack Ronin, something invisible
knocks him off his feet, his body spinning head over heels before
hitting the ground.

"You take the bouncers, I�ll go in after Hammond," squawks the radio in
a low quality rendition of Ronin�s voice.

"Okay," comes Faerie�s reply, with much better sound quality.

Ronin goes through the door in a crouch, an SMG coming out from under
his coat, and the drone follows. The room on the other side is a small
office, containing a cheap plastic desk with papers scattered in
apparent disorder, behind which sits a chairful of troll. The troll
(Hammond, presumably) looks up at Ronin as he enters. The door swings
closed behind him, and the noise level drops to the point that the troll
can be heard.

"Who the frag are you?" he asks � apparently he either hasn�t seen the
SMG yet, or it doesn�t worry him much.

Ronin raises his weapon and empties it at the troll, but the rounds hit
something a couple of centimetres away from the troll�s skin, and hang
there for a moment before the troll waves his hand and swats them out of
the air.

"Hur, hur, hur," says Hammond, flexing his muscles and seriously
straining the seams off his badly tailored suit, "Yer gonna have to do
better than that."

"He�s a fraggin� mage," shouts Ronin over the radio, "Get in here!"

The troll looks at him, head cocked to one side, then roars, tips the
desk to the side, and charges across the room with arms outstretched,
ready for a bearhug. Ronin steps forward, away from the door, grabs
Hammond�s shirt, falls back in a bicycle throw, using the troll�s
momentum to throw him into the door. Unfortunately the drone is between
the troll and the door, and Hammond bounces off its barrier, landing on
Ronin before he can roll aside. They struggle for a moment, the troll
having an obvious advantage in weight and strength, but Ronin�s
wriggling like a chipped up centipede and before he can be pinned, he�s
squirmed out from under. Rolling towards the abandoned chair to get some
distance, he gets to his feet and whips around to face Hammond. The
drone follows, maintaining its position behind and above Ronin. The
troll has also got to his feet, and he shakes his arm, releasing a two
metre length of chain that was hidden up his sleeve. The chain bursts
into blue flames as Ronin comes at him, and the troll whips his weapon
around at head height. Ronin ducks under it, wary of what must be a
focus of some kind, and launches a low kick at Hammond�s front knee.
Whatever stopped the bullets doesn�t seem to work against hand to hand
attacks, but the kick is still only enough to shift Hammond�s leg a
little, and since he didn�t have his weight forward, he doesn�t fall.
Hammond shoves Ronin back with his left hand, whips the chain at him
again, and Ronin dances back to avoid it.

The door bursts open, bouncing off the wall and slamming closed again,
and there�s a blinding flare of light and sparks between the troll and
the door. Hammond spins, bringing the chain round at his shoulder
height, and it wraps around something invisible. More sparks fly as the
fiery chain meets an invisible barrier, the flames held outside it, the
chain passing through to wrap around the invisible something.

"Blork," says Faerie�s choked voice over the radio link.

Ronin moves forward as Hammond reels in whatever he�s caught (Faerie,
presumably), and spins, left leg coming up in a roundhouse kick that
hits heel-first somewhere around Hammond�s lowest rib. There�s a
crunching sound and a spot of blood appears on the Troll�s white shirt.
Hammond lets out a surprisingly high pitched scream, spins, releasing
the chain, and swings a backhand at Ronin. Ronin throws up a block to
little effect � he�s still knocked back, falling over the desk in a
tangle of flailing limbs. The invisible thing (Faerie?) has untangled
the chain, letting it drop to the floor, and Hammond flails at whatever
is there with both arms, trying to get a grip on it. Ronin staggers to
his feet, blood seeping down into his eyes from a cut on his forehead,
and steps up onto the desk as the start of a jump that lands him on
Hammond�s back, his left arm getting a grip around the troll�s neck.
Hammond reaches back to pry him off, but before he can, Ronin�s razors
pop out of his right hand fingers, and he rakes them across the troll�s
face, going for the eyes. Hammond screams again, then gets a grip on
Ronin�s right arm and hauls him off. The troll slams Ronin down on the
floor in front of him, then hauls him up by the arm and swings him at
the invisible thing. Ronin bounces off it, limbs flailing in an attempt
to find the floor and some leverage to break Hammond�s hold. His right
hand is also contorting in an attempt to get the razors into Hammond�s
flesh, and after another bone-crunching impact between Ronin and the
invisible thing, he finally manages it. Unfortunately he�s in mid-swing
at this point, and when Hammond releases him, he flies across the room,
and hits the wall. The drone appears to have given up trying to match
positions with him, so it can see his face � by his expression, he�s
probably had enough for today. Fortunately, it seems the fight is over -
Hammond�s movements are slowing down, he staggers backwards, then falls
to his knees. Ronin lies where he is for a moment, then gets up slowly
as Hammond finishes his trip to the floor.

"What happened?" Faerie asks, "Why�d he fall down?"

"Toxin injectors in the razors," Ronin gasps, "We�ve probably got a
couple of hours, unless he�s got blood filters or something�"

"Righto," Faerie replies, "I put the bouncers down, all the patrons are
helping themselves and drinking to my health, so let�s just slip out the
back way, nice and quiet, yeah?"

"What back way?" asks Ronin, gesturing weakly at the walls of the small
room.

An earth elemental manifests out of the floor, knocks a large hole in
the wall, and gives a little bow.

"That back way," replies Faerie.

"Where were you when I was getting a thrashing?" Ronin asks the
elemental.

The spirit ignores him, scoops Hammond up, and leaves the room. Ronin
takes a moment to gather his breath and retrieve his SMG before
following it outside.

+++++End footage

So what�s the story with that kick to the ribs? Do you have a spur in
your heel now? And why do you want the footage this time? Can�t be
promotional, this doesn�t show you in that much of a good light. And I
swiped that chain, BTW, it�s quite a nifty weapon focus. Shame I�ve
never been into whips and chains (well, not for fighting purposes,
anyway ;P ).]<<<<<
-- Faerie <17:14:44/05-22-61>

From:	"E.S. Brunsell" <ericb@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	Re: job
Date:	Thu, 24 Jun 1993 12:27:32 CDT

Message no. 15 >>>>>[KHANx- I'm new in Seatle, and lookin' for some cred. I'll help, for
da
right price]<<<<<
-- <Gawk> <12:19:23 / 6/24/54>

--

From:	Dave The Shade <IZZYUX2@*******.BITNET>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Sat, 26 Jun 1993 18:22:00 PDT

Message no. 16 >>>>>[Doomsday, thanx for the hail. Its good to see your on the gig
already.
We'll need info about these guys before we leak them.
As for the rest of us, we need to contact our sources for streettalk. These
mercs are ace pros and we'll need to know alot about them before the hit. I'll
be talking to my contact at The Ancients. Lets move on this thing quick, ya
scan?]<<<<<
-- NightShade (18:22:19/6.26.54)

From:	Dave The Shade <IZZYUX2@*******.BITNET>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Tue, 29 Jun 1993 17:23:00 PDT

Message no. 17 >>>>>[I say we don't pull the trigger on the mercs quite yet. These guys
seem
to be connected with Prince S'olariel. We need to know if the prince is acting
on his own or doing official Tir biz. Either way, hitting these guys would
bring down alot of unwelcome attention from the prince and Tir. We'll keep an
eye on these guys -- they may lead us to the dragon. We can also sell any info
we get about this to a Fixer I know. we'll scrag these mercs at the last tick,
finish the job, and walk away w/o a trace.
Doomsday, keep on these guys -- they should reveal some rather juicy info we
can sell, also they probably took alot of their payen in corp bearer script --
which we can collect from their hiding places after scraggin' them as a bonus.
Get pix of them with a Tir no(ta)ble and we'll have insurance against Tir
"cleanup squads".
Flitter', you and I should consilidate to search for the drag. You seem to have
contacts all over -- should help us find the kid. SpotOn, check out this Tir
angle, we need all the backup insurance we can get --- I don't want to find out
that there are players on this run we don't know about. Also check the
terrorist angle.
Lets keep at it. The pressure is on -- so lets cook.****<ENCODERSTRYKER OFF>***
]<<<<<
-- NightShade (17:02:47/6.29.54)

From:	Frank Dehrendorf <DEHRENDORF@******.ZDV.UNI-MAINZ.DE>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 9 Jul 1993 08:35:57 +0200

Message no. 18 ***** ENCRYPT: ##TEAM##
>>>>>[Alright. I am a hermetic mage with a bit of an edge cyberwise. My
primary
style is softening up the opposition (i.e. non lethal). I am more an expert at
long ranges and casting than in close quarters, but I don't mind wading in if
necessary. One thing I don't do is using elementals (it backfired on me not
long ago...). As for teaming up I am new here in S. proper (just flew down from
L. over the big pond) so I have no preferances, yet.]<<<<<
-- Rotfuchs <08:36:17/07-09-54>

From:	"M. Van Altena" <altena@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Thu, 8 Jul 1993 14:00:21 CDT

Message no. 19 ***** ENCRYPT: ##TEAM##
>>>>>[Flashfire- Sorry Chummer I'm still REAL involved on this gig. I
can,
however recomend a very qualified mage. He has been running for some time
and I trust him completely. I'm goin' to tell him about the job, and have
him get in touch with ya if he's interested. Thanx- and good luck!!!

p.s His name is Shocker]<<<<<
-- Swift <14:00:01 / 07-08-54 >

From:	"E.S. Brunsell" <ericb@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	job
Date:	Thu, 8 Jul 1993 19:15:03 CDT

Message no. 20 *****ENCRYPT: ##TEAM##
>>>>>[Flashfire, I responded to your post a couple of times. I'm the one
who's
mastered everything that moves, from mama's horse to UCAS' newest vectored
thrust fighter. Yes, that means that I am a rigger. I prefer direct
confrontation instead of drones. I can handle my pair of Pearl handled Ultra-
powers beter than most razors. I own a plethora of vehicles: air, sea, land -
speed, stealth, muscle. I'm allways lookin' for a challenge and some dough.
I have worked with Eros before, and found him competent. I would not mind
working with him again.]<<<<<
-- Flying Fox <19:10:23 / 7-8-54>

*****ENCRYPT: ##TEAM##
>>>>>[Hoi- Eros here, I'm the one with the crossbow and the electric
gizmos.
I also go by the name of Marcus, Dragon, William, etc. I am best at assasination
and stealth of course. Since I got such a great compliment from Flying Fox, I
would like to work with him. See-ya]<<<<<
-- Eros <$%:@#:^% / 7-8-54>

From:	"Kenneth W.B. Cater" <caterk@******.UNCG.EDU>
Subject:	JOB
Date:	Fri, 9 Jul 1993 13:29:57 EDT

Message no. 21 ***** ENCRYPT ##TEAM##
>>>>>[So far I have received six messages from intrested parties,
however none of which are deckers...I NEED at least 2 deckers in less
than 2 hours...the teams are as follows:

TEAM1 No one yet (this is the decker group)
TEAM2 Cowboy, Rotfuchs, Shocker, Eros, Flying Fox, and myself
TEAM3 Dinsdale (we need one more rigger on this team)

If you know of anyone who is intrested in doing some decking for me
please ask them to get in touch, have them use the encryption so I know
it is offical. Two hours until time...good luck.]<<<<<
-- Flashfire <10:31:54/07-09-54>

From:	Lace <AUWRS@*******.BITNET>
Subject:	Job...
Date:	Fri, 9 Jul 1993 10:37:44 -0700

Message no. 22 ***** ENCRYPT ##TEAM##
>>>>> Greetings. My name is Lace, I haven't been on here in quite some
time... I am a rigger/mechanic. I have never recieved a complaint. I
must be doing something right. I could use a job right now. I am pretty
good with all types of ground vehicles and am maybe a little above average
with air transports. I should be in to get your message, and I also have a
pagerin my car. So just tell me when and where, and what I need to bring,
and I will be there. <<<<<
-- Lace <10:45:53 MST><07/09/54>

>>>>> Oh, Raven, Jaez, and, oh... Where is DOA? I hope she is doing well.
I hope you all like my new ballgown icon. I just had it made
recently.<<<<<
-- Lace <10:46:43 MST><07/09/54>

From:	"Kenneth W.B. Cater" <caterk@******.UNCG.EDU>
Subject:	Re: JOB
Date:	Fri, 9 Jul 1993 15:05:35 EDT

Message no. 23 ****** ENCRYPT ##TEAM##
>>>>>[I still need two deckers...we now have a second rigger for team 3
goes by the name of Lace, this mission NEEDS two deckers...anyone
instrested please send me the info.]<<<<<
-- Flashfire <12:10:54/07-09-54>

From:	Frank Dehrendorf <DEHRENDORF@******.ZDV.UNI-MAINZ.DE>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 23 Jul 1993 09:23:54 +0200

Message no. 24 >>>>>[Hi, Leute. Anybody in need of a Cyber-Mage? I'd like to get some
money
to get on a holiday from all of my 'friends'.]<<<<<
-- Rotfuchs <09:25:20/07-23-54>

From:	Christina Johnson <johnson1@**.UWP.EDU>
Subject:	job
Date:	Wed, 28 Jul 1993 14:50:08 -0500

Message no. 25 >>>>>[Phoenix: I must have missed the post. What kind of a job? I can
deck... And I guess I know enough people now that I can do some info
gathering outside my usual means. What's up?]<<<<<
-- DOA <14:51:33/7-28-54>

From:	Armand <stadams@*****.UARK.EDU>
Subject:	Job...
Date:	Wed, 28 Jul 1993 19:43:30 -0500

Message no. 26 >>>>>>[Did someone mention a job? If you need info... well, it goes
without saying, I've got it for you. If I don't already have it, I know
somebody who does. Granted, my services come with a price, but it seems
reasonable to me... Contact me and we will discuss terms...]<<<<<<
-The Madman

From:	"Kenneth W.B. Cater" <caterk@******.UNCG.EDU>
Subject:	Job...
Date:	Thu, 29 Jul 1993 10:38:24 EDT

Message no. 27 >>>>>[Ok, I have had a MAJOR screwup here, I have lost a majority of my
mail so, I need those of you who want to work to send me messages saying
so. I need ONLY nine runners, 4 samurias, 2 deckers, 2 mages, and a
rigger. I want you to send me a brief statement about your experiences.
I am intrested with anyone who has had experience with corperate raids,
get in touch ASAP. Watch you backs.]<<<<<
-- Flashfire <07:40:45/07-29-54>
--
_______________________________________________________________________________
>>>>>[If you want to surive on the street remember, keep your back
against the wall, conserve ammo, and never cut a deal with a dragon. If
you remember this, you may live to see the light]<<<<<

-- Unknown <--:--:--/-------->
_______________________________________________________________________________
Hobbies: | K.W. Bryan Cater (aka Flashfire)
SCUBA, ShadowRunning, computing, | caterk@******.uncg.edu
studing magick, and in general | University of North Carolina
raising as much hell as possible | at Greensboro
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From:	"E.S. Brunsell" <ericb@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	job...
Date:	Thu, 29 Jul 1993 12:49:00 CDT

Message no. 28 >>>>>[Flashguy, I'm still here for you if you need a good decker. I deck
from
a remote spot using a secure sat-uplink. This makes my location virtually
untraceable. I'm experienced in covering for all types of runs: raids, data
steals/dumps, and yes... extractions.]<<<<<
-- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

From:	"E.S. Brunsell" <ericb@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	job
Date:	Tue, 7 Sep 1993 12:46:57 CDT

Message no. 29 >>>>>[Red, I might be interested.]<<<<<
-- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

From:	Daniel Waisley <DJWA@******.UCC.NAU.EDU>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 1 Oct 1993 15:09:28 -0700

Message no. 30 *****Encrpyt Will Ren Push the Button!! Solitaire/Harlequin
>>>>>[ Harlequin, don't worry about Gridlink, thats mine and CB's job. You
really wouldn't want to take our fun away from us would you?

Solitaire, the system is cake, not a problem. The big trouble is that someone
is going to have to moniter it at a few junctions, especially for the Ambulance.
As for the police, could you please make sure that most of them don't hear about
the rescue? Police tend to like action for the adrenaline rush, and if they
here about something BIG, they will go to it, sometimes even leaving those
little things like people going through a red light :). Also police enroute to
crime scene can go through stoplights (they act only as stop signs) and they
might also have light changers so that they can go quicker ( a fact which makes
my job really fun, they try to change the light; I 1- stop it 2 - let it
change then change it back 3 - change them all to green :) ).

So our best bet is when the police do not know it has happened, so please have
whoever is on NYPD, Knight and Winter make sure they stop those messages. A
frame might work nicely in that aspect. Also since I can handle Gridlink and
such myself - what do you want CB to do after she has helped me set it up?

Aslo, Claw and Fox plan on having it so that the people in the vehicles can't
see, I really don't know how but they said something about shadow. Also Claw
promises a cloudy day just to make it a little more fun for the IP pilots.
Oh, Lister and Kichanski have the police car, so tell whoever has NYPD that car
number ***CAR*** is on our side, and will be sent to the courthouse.

Hey wow!! I can even send out roads crews from here to block roads!! Am I going
to have fun our what!!!.]<<<<<
--Spirit < Of the Matrix >

From:	solar@***.UNI-BIELEFELD.DE
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 26 Nov 1993 14:51:46 MEZ

Message no. 31 >>>>>[I offer my services as sniper and stealth
specialist.]<<<<<
-- N'gase <07:51:23/11-26-54>

From:	The Powerhouse <P.C.Steele@*********.AC.UK>
Subject:	Re: Job
Date:	Fri, 26 Nov 1993 14:01:59 GMT

Message no. 32 >>>>>[ N'Gase: Good, meet me in 1 hour downtown, The Grey Line restaurant.
Wait by the the front door for 30 seconds precisely then come inside and study
the menu for 30 seconds precisely so that I may recogise you/ ]<<<<<
-Changes (14:01:41/11.26.54)

From:	"E.S. Brunsell" <ericb@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	job
Date:	Tue, 8 Feb 1994 10:37:04 CST

Message no. 33 >>>>>[Couch, I'm interested. Send me the details.]<<<<<
-- Frosty <10:36:33 / 02-08-55>

From:	"E.S. Brunsell" <ericb@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	job
Date:	Wed, 9 Feb 1994 14:03:01 CST

Message no. 34 -ENCRYPT:#$%COHORT.BLADE.TK.FROSTY.$##
>>>>>[Alright, here's the deal. A guy named Jesse Ramirez is paying you
guys to
find and recover his daughter Rose. She disappeared Feb. 4 between 1500 and
1700 hours from her home in Bellevue. Your payment is ENCRYPT:$$OVERKEY$$ 25%
will be paid upon acceptance of the job, the rest upon recovery of the child.

{DOWNLOAD:FIG_312.XLM.ROSEPIX}]<<<<<
-- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

>>>>>[You should see his cut. It's about......OUCH..TERMINAL
DISCONNECTED]<<<<<
-- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

>>>>>[Sorry about that, It's the FRAGGIN' driver again. I think I should
get
a new one]<<<<<
-- Couch <..:..:.. / ..-..-..>

From:	"E.S. Brunsell" <ericb@***.WISC.EDU>
Subject:	job
Date:	Wed, 9 Feb 1994 14:30:38 CST

Message no. 35 >>>>>[ACCESS{AUDIOX} Uh, Hi...Couch gave me this ..um.. box to keep in
touch
wit the team. He said all I had to do is push this here button and talk into it
Um...I guess I'll be meeting you guys, but I just wanted to see if this works.
............................Ah, which button was Oh yeah
ACCESS{NORMAL}]<<<<<
Hammerhead <14:29:44 / 02-09-55>
--

From:	James Mann <cohort@******.CONNECTED.COM>
Subject:	Re: job
Date:	Thu, 10 Feb 1994 17:54:46 -0800

Message no. 36 >>>>>[ Ok, Couch, I'll go for the job. Looks like I'm your rigger...
]<<<<<
-- CoHort <17:57:54/02-10-55>

From:	Andrew May <amay@****.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Thu, 20 Oct 1994 15:38:40 -0500

Message no. 37 *****Private: Freddy Frypp

>>>>>[Sir, Frypp,

You may remeber me from several weeks back. I asked you about work
oppurtunities in Aztlan. My name is Tunnel-Rat, a mercanary with a C-260
Titan transport plane.

Anyways, I was going to ask if anywhere in your security organization you'd
have work for a merc with a very good cargo jet.

Let me know.]<<<<<
-- Tunnel-Rat (15:38:45/10-20-55)

From:	Andrew May <amay@****.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Wed, 9 Nov 1994 08:44:36 -0600

Message no. 38 *****Private: Freddy Frypp
>>>>>[Mornin, Freddy

I've been doing a little work lately and have been out of touch. I'm
calling to ask if you have any work I could do for you?]<<<<<
-- Tunnel-Rat (08:44:34/11-9-55)

From:	Freddy Frypp <JAMES-CUENO@*********.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Job
Date:	Wed, 9 Nov 1994 11:33:16 CST

Message no. 39 ***** Private: Tunnel Rat
>>>>>['Zup TR? Have I got a deal for you! I'm gonna need somebody
with your special skills and equipment here in the next few weeks.

I still don't have many details, but I'm gonna need you for regular
cargo flights. I'm not sure about destinations, yet, but I'd like
you to relocate down here, if ya can, for the time being.

When things get firmed up, I'm gonna need you to deliver all sorts
of fun, exciting, deadly, and oh, yeah, illegal stuff for me. I'd
like you to come to CFS just so you can be closer for deliveries.

SF International is outta the question, so I've been poking around
some of the California Geologic Survey maps for another place to
land. Somewhere way the hell out in the boonies.

And have I found it. About 240 klicks north of San Fran (or about a
hundred klicks shy of the buffer zone, depending on if yer a pessemist
or not) there used to be the Round Valley Indian Reservation (back
before the Indian Wars). Since all of the indians skipped over to
the NAN, the reservation lay abandoned for a while. A group of free
traders started flyin' out of its airfield around the time of the Tir
succession. They smuggled people in and out of the Tir for about six
months before a Great Dragon flamed them down.

Anyway, I called up some more detailed maps and this place looks
perfect. Like the name says, its just a round valley a thousand
meters or so up in the mountains. The valley's about six klicks
across with an airfield up in the northeastern corner. The airfield
(which has been up there for about a century, so don't worry about
poeple getting curious) looks about a klick long. The problem is
gonna be terrain. The strip's about three hundred meters out onto
the floor of the valley. The valley walls go up about 650 meters in
less that 600 meters horizontally right north of the strip. You'll
have about 4500 meters clear to the south.

Now, also in the valley is the ghost town of Covello. Everybody I've
checked with (mostly state government agencies) say that nobody has
lived there since the formation of the NAN. Looks to be about a
hundred abandoned buildings on the valley floor, centered on Covello.

Here, let me dump the maps I've found on you.

+++++ MAPFILE: COVELLO.CFS

Get back to me.]<<<<<
-- Freddy Frypp (11:29:29 / 11-09-55)
President
Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)

From:	"Mary K. Klein" <mkk@*****.NET>
Subject:	job
Date:	Wed, 21 Dec 1994 20:33:18 -0500

Message no. 40 *****Private:Whisper, Tarkis
>>>>>[OK, the Mr. Johnson on this one is Fenris. The run will be led by
a fairly powerful Wolf Shaman. Compensation is 60K nuyen apiece (less
you wanna argue that?). Here's the catch: We can't kill anyone. Beat
the stuffing out of 'em, but no killing if possible. Oh, well,
nothing's perfect, neh?]<<<<<
-- Zarkon <20:31:57 / 12-21-55>

From:	"Andrew D. Seale" <sword@**********.ORG>
Subject:	job
Date:	Thu, 22 Dec 1994 10:17:11 CST

Message no. 41 *****Private: Zarkon, Whisper
>>>>>[ Darn no killing, oh well nothings perfect, and I do need the money
cause I am not in the mood to draw money out my my account cause then my
parents would know where I am. Ok I promise to bring my brass knuckles
and hit the whole time.]<<<<<
-- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

*****Private: Zarkon, Tarkis
>>>>>[ Awsome, beating up people is what I do best, hey Tarkis do you
still remember those combat skills I taught you?]<<<<<
-- Whisper <Hired/Killer>

*****Private: Zarkon, Whisper
>>>>>[ Oh course I do, what do you think I use all the
time.]<<<<<
-- Tarkis <Mental/Case>

From:	Brian Rogers <rogers@****.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Fri, 1 Sep 1995 15:15:45 -0500

Message no. 42 ***** PRIVATE: Riddler, GoD
>>>>>[Where can I get ahold of Riddler? I need to have him here sometime
yesterday. I can pay to have him flown here from anywhere or I can send someone
to pick him up if you are already in Seattle.]<<<<<
-- Trixie <20:14:54 / 09-01-56>
-----
Industrial Sound and Magic

From:	"Robert R." <rod@********.USMC.MIL>
Subject:	Re: Job
Date:	Sat, 2 Sep 1995 16:48:46 EDT

Message no. 43 ***** Private: Trixie
>>>>>[You want me to come with the kid? I know where the Shop is at....
I don't think Well have any troubles from the denizens of the area.
Give me a call at >>EnCRipTeD<< or At >>EnCriptEd<< That's
Riddlers...

Have YOu Heard Anything from Gryff? I've rung him but he doesn't answer
and his machine doesnt pick up. I'm not really worried about anything
happening to him but you know....]<<<<<
-- GoD <A day in DaLife>

From:	Patrick A Dow <pdow@****.COM>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Mon, 23 Dec 1996 00:02:04 EST

Message no. 44 *****PRIVATE Stewart Thao
>>>>>[What kind of job are ya wanting someone to do? Simple info
snagging?
or crashing? My brag sheet's attached. Get back to me. I'd like a
little extra cash for christmas shopping.
+++++Attached File: BRAG.DOC+++++]<<<<<
--Rage <23:42:05/12-22-57>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Sat, 22 Mar 1997 12:18:45 +1100

Message no. 45 *****PRIVATE: Ice
>>>>>[Time to earn your keep again.

I need you to find the source of an item used for anchoring. It seems that
it was not expoected to survive the spell anchored to it, but once I was
alerted to it's presence, I was able to trigger and supress the resulting
magical explosion. I'm having you do this as a backup to the standard
internal investigation that is also going on, because I suspect it may have
been a hit attempt by one of my own. The item is being sent to you by
courier, and should have arrived earlier today. I hope you didn't throw it
out. When you find the source, take no further action.]<<<<<
-- L <17:17:37/03-21-58>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Re: Job
Date:	Sun, 23 Mar 1997 13:10:14 +1100

Message no. 46 *****PRIVATE: L
>>>>>[It's done. The source is a shaman who was living in the Redmond
barrens. She picked up the astral trace and beat feet, but we got a
reasonably good look at her so we can find her again with watchers, or we
can use the letter.]<<<<<
-- Ice <18:03:45/03-22-58>

*****PRIVATE: Ice
>>>>>[I want to know why he did it. Track her down and ask her, if you
would be so kind.]<<<<<
-- L <21:35:09/03-22-58>

From:	Benjamin Legangneux <b.legangneux@**********.COM>
Subject:	Job!!!
Date:	Wed, 23 Apr 1997 14:50:41 +0200

Message no. 47 >>>>>[ Searching for some net-brain and some razor-muscle for a hard job.
Please contact me privately ]<<<<<
-- NightWolf <11:18:24/04-23-58>

From:	Brion Wauters <stu502@****.COCO.CC.AZ.US>
Subject:	Re: Job!!!
Date:	Wed, 23 Apr 1997 10:48:20 -0700

Message no. 48 *****PRIVATE: NightWolf
>>>>>[I think I qualify as muscle. Whats' the op.?]<<<<<
-- Irish <10:51:20/04-23-58>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Re: Job!!!
Date:	Wed, 23 Apr 1997 23:21:06 +0100

Message no. 49 *****PRIVATE: NightWolf
>>>>>[I am a warrior and my skills are currently for
hire.]<<<<<
-- Mani <23:20:24/04-23-58>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Job
Date:	Tue, 2 Sep 1997 12:43:44 +1200

Message no. 50 >>>>>[Need some bodies for a B&E, I've arranged the preliminary
scouting and
the run can be on in a couple of days. Good money.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <18:40:01/09-01-58>

*****PRIVATE: Gweedo, Rook, Wildthing
>>>>>[I think it was you three... if you're still after a job, you get
first
dibs on the one I just mentioned, by virtue of having been discussing it
last month. Interested?]<<<<<
-- Ronin <18:42:02/09-01-58>

Message no. 51 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[I find myself available.]<<<<<
-- Mani <01:57:41/09-02-58>

Message no. 52 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[I'm interested.

I'm a little new to the Seattle scene, and the way I operate, I'd hardly
expect my reputation to proceed me. Specialties are security systems
(from either side) and personal protection (read work as a body guard and
what you call a Street Sam in America). If you want to hire me, I'd
appreciate any details from the preliminary scouting of the security so I
can get a head start on countermeasures. That is, if that has not already
been take care of.

Reply at your earliest convenience.]<<<<<
-- Fang <10:05:12/09-02-58 PDT>

Message no. 53 >
*****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[When would this run be ?]<<<<<
-- Wildthing <18:42:02/09-02-58>

Message no. 54 *****PRIVATE: Mani, Fang, Wildthing
>>>>>[I'll at >>virtual meeting room node<<, between
>>time<< and >>time<<
over the next couple of days. Any more discussion can take place there, okay?

BTW, Mani, I never did kill that horse.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <01:57:41/09-02-58>

Message no. 55 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[O.k., you got my attention. Let's talk about running. Contact me
when you get ahold of others.]<<<<<
-- Gweedo <23:30:34/9-02-58

Message no. 56 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[I'll meet you there.

So there are no surprises, a friend of mine altered my icon to look like a
chromed werewolf. Shouldn't be too hard to mistake.]<<<<<
-- Fang <10:26:57/09-03-58 PDT>

Message no. 57 *****PRIVATE: Mani, Fang, Wildthing
>>>>>[I'll be at >>virtual meeting room node<<, between
>>time<< and
>>time<< over the next couple of days, I've got all interested parties
>>turning up there.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <01:57:41/09-02-58>

Message no. 58 *****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[I'm still game. Send me the basics, and tell me where to pick up the
specifics.]<<<<<
-- Rook <17:35:28/09-03-58>

Message no. 59 *****PRIVATE: Rook
>>>>>[I'll be at >>virtual meeting room<< between
>>time<< and >>time<< for
a couple more days, I've got interested parties meeting me there.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <14:56:05/09-04-58>

Message no. 60 *****Private: Tower
>>>>>[I accept. Please send further details.]<<<<<
-- Blade<15:46:37/01-31-59>

Message no. 61 *****PRIVATE: Blade
>>>>>[Timescales mitigate against your involvement, through no fault of
your own.

+++++include payment: >>consolation<<

Do you wish to be considered for any future employment?]<<<<<
-- Tower <00:29:47/02-01-59>

Message no. 62 *****Private: Tower
>>>>>[I'm always interested in work. Contact me through this
board]<<<<<
-- Blade <03-02-59/13:11:37>

Message no. 63 *****PRIVATE: Cat-o-nine
>>>>>[Ready for another job. Got one?]<<<<<
-- Killjoy <20:25:36/06-23-59>

Message no. 64 *****PRIVATE: Killjoy
>>>>>[Yes. A theft. It will require a small amount of finesse, as
there can be nothing left behind, no evidence to indicate that a break
in has occurred. If you know someone with some skill in electronics that
would be a considerable advantage to you.

The item in question is a book. It is kept in a glass case in the
drawing room at >>address in Bellevue<<

+++++Include floor plan

The mansion has several points that offer easy access, these egress
points are heavily protected. The only weak point that I am aware of is
a small entrance to the cellar at the rear of the building.
Unfortunately to gain access to this portion of the property, it is
necessary to get past some exotic deterrents. The glass containing the
book is hermetically sealed and will require that you are extremely
careful with it, I have information that there is a sensitive trembler
attached to it somewhere in addition to the usual measures.

Once you have to book. It needs to be delivered to >>address in
Redmond<< The person there will check the book's authenticity and pay
you in cash - I trust that will be OK.

If at any time you activate an alarm or in the event you are discovered,
it is essential that you get out as quickly as possible. The owner of
the house is not someone you would wish to meet under such
circumstances. Collateral damage is unacceptable. It is extremely
important that the whole thing is as quiet as possible.

The contract offers >>amount<< is this acceptable?]<<<<<
-- Cat-o-nine <05:30:11/06-24-59>

Message no. 65 *****PRIVATE: Killjoy
>>>>>[Well, there's no harm in trying. Very well then, you want
something nice and exciting and noisy?

The contract offers >>moderate amount per head<< and requires that this
little club is destroyed. >>address<< The occupants are armed, at least
one AK rifle, the rest are small arms, primarily pistols. Ten people
occupy the premises at any one time. They are all to be exterminated if
possible. You may blow the place sky high if you can find a way to
plant the explosives, or simply shoot everybody. However you do it, the
bounty will be paid according to how many confirmed deaths occur.

Is that acceptable?]<<<<<
-- Cat-o-nine <20:26:32/06-24-59>

Message no. 66 *****PRIVATE:Methos
>>>>>[My child, Reverend speaking, rigger for BDInc. While I can say that
the car department is full, large rigs are a plus. I mostly deal in the small vehicles and
perhaps vans. Your skills will be most helpful. As I cannot vouch for the validity of
BigDaddy, leader to us, he seems most interested. You say you can pilot landvehilces are
planes in your repotoire? What about watercraft or tbirds? If you have a TBird that's
extremely well taken care of BigDaddy will adore you from the sort. His troll heart has an
affinity for those. Most of all I need to know if you will fit our "hole" we are
experiencing with our vehilce line. One second.

++++++break in line feed. Waiting for user to return. . . .

Pardon my absense, BigDaddy requests your immediate arrival in Chicago.
Goto >>>Address<<<. If you are as good as you say you are. It should
take you less than 8 hours to get here from anywhere in the North
American continent. If you are overseas, 16 hours. Be there or the
contract will be void, Good luck my child.]<<<<<
--Reverend<03:33:23/06-25-59>

Message no. 67 *****PRIVATE: Cat-o-nine
>>>>>[Now that's what I want. Place is gonna be
toast.]<<<<<
-- Killjoy <22:58:27/06-24-59>

Message no. 68 *****PRIVATE: Faerie, Mr Gone, Lorax
>>>>>[I have some work, stuff that's more suited to Shark's nature than my
day job, and I'd appreciate your help, if you've got some spare time.
There's a gang of trolls and orks who live underground and come up by night
to rob, rape and kill in the neighbourhood where I live. Some of my
neighbours formed a vigilante group to patrol the area at night, and they
asked me to join, since they know I'm a security guard. I told them I might
be able to do better than that, that I knew some people who knew some
people, and we might be able to arrange a raid on wherever these bastards
are hiding - if we could find out where that is. So for a few nights I went
out on patrol with the vigilantes, and last night we ran into some gangers.
To make a long story short, there was a fight, and two of my neighbours
were injured, but we caught us one of the gangers, and we asked him nicely,
then not so nicely, where his friends were holed up. He cracked after a
little while, and so I told the neighbours that I'd talk to my people who
knew some people and arrange an attack on the hideout... no vigilantes will
be coming along, I told them that no offence meant, they weren't really
trained for this sort of thing, and they agreed happily enough. They took
up a collection, and got a fee of >>small amount<< together. I'd have asked
the others too, but Kyle and Michael have always disliked violence the
level of which I'm contemplating. What do you three think about joining me
on this little crusade?]<<<<<
-- ThunderStone <18:14:09/07-14-59>

Message no. 69 ******PRIVATE: ThunderStone, Faerie, Lorax
>>>>>[Fascinating.

Yes, I would be most willing to assist you in this task. Violence and
death, in a worthy cause: how could I refuse? It has been too long since
I shed blood by my own hand.]<<<<<
-- Mr Gone <02:15:32/07-15-59>

Message no. 70 *****PRIVATE: ThunderStone, Mr Gone, Faerie
>>>>>[I'm afraid I won't be very much help. As you should know by now, I'm
not very good at direct confrontations. I will provide what support I
can.]<<<<<
-- Lorax <19:55:27/07-14-59>

Message no. 71 *****PRIVATE: ThunderStone, Mr Gone, Lorax
>>>>>[The pay isn't great, but what the hell. Okay, I'm in. I'll see if I
can drag Twotongue and Terminal along too... you can talk to Chastity (if
you ever get round to talking). Meet at the warehouse to discuss it?]<<<<<
-- Faerie <19:16:11/07-15-59>

Message no. 72 *****PRIVATE: Mr Gone
>>>>>[You in or what? Faerie's frothing at the mouth to go geek some
gangers, and her associates are at similar levels of impatience.]<<<<<
-- ThunderStone <18:38:19/07-19-59>

Message no. 73 *****PRIVATE: Thunderstone
>>>>>[Did I not already say so?]<<<<<
-- Mr Gone <21:35:43/07-20-59>

Message no. 74 PRIVATE: ThunderStone, Faerie, Mr Gone
>>>>>[Yes.]<<<<<
-- Lorax <20:09:11/07-21-59>

Message no. 75 *****PRIVATE: Thunderstone, Faerie, Lorax
>>>>>[Yes.]<<<<<
-- Mr Gone <22:39:43/07-22-59>

Message no. 76 *****PRIVATE: Faerie, ThunderStone, Mr Gone, Lorax
>>>>>[Terminal and Chastity say "Yes".]<<<<<
-- Lightning <18:47:21/07-22-59>

*****PRIVATE: Mr Gone, ThunderStone, Lightning, Lorax
>>>>>[No.]<<<<<
-- Faerie <20:21:42/07-22-59>

Message no. 77 *****PRIVATE: Faerie, ThunderStone, Mr Gone, Lorax
>>>>>[Terminal and Chastity say "Yes" again.]<<<<<
-- Lightning <17:16:56/07-23-59>

Message no. 78 *****PRIVATE: Lightning, ThunderStone, Mr Gone, Lorax
>>>>>[Yes.]<<<<<
-- Faerie <18:25:03/07-23-59>

Message no. 79 *****PRIVATE: ThunderStone: Mr Gone, Faerie, Lightning
>>>>>[Yes.]<<<<<
-- Lorax <17:24:00/07-23-59>

Message no. 80 *****PRIVATE: ThunderStone, Lorax, Faerie, Lightning
>>>>>[Yes.]<<<<<
-- Mr Gone <18:47:09/07-23-59>

Message no. 81 *****PRIVATE: Faerie, Lightning, Mr Gone, Lorax
>>>>>[Yes. And yes.]<<<<<
-- ThunderStone <19:36:15/07-23-59>

Message no. 82 *****PRIVATE: Lightning
>>>>>[Here's what you missed out on. Dronecam:

+++++Begin footage

The camera follows Thirstein, Terminal and Chastity as they enter a
warehouse through the Judas door, weapons at the ready. Thirstein has an
assault rifle, one of the new HKHVARs, Terminal has an AK-98 with several
bulky accessories mounted on it, and Chastity has a pair of Predators. The
three of them move forward into the darkness, Thirstein in the lead,
Terminal going left, Chastity heading right. The drone rises, staying near
the door, catching Mr Gone as he brings up the rear with an AK-97 that's
seen much use.

The words "Ultrasound active" flash across the screen, then the interior of
the warehouse is "lit" up. Terminal's AK-98 is revealed as one source of
ultrasound emissions, a second, stronger, source is mounted on the same
drone as is the camera.

"What's that?" Faerie's voice asks by radio, "Two steps ahead of you,
Bill."

"I can't see drek," Thirstein replies, "What's it look like?"

"By U sound, some sort of raised rectangular thing lying flat on the ground."

Thirstein advances, kneeling down and feeling around.

"Hatch-cover," he announces, "Let's clear this level then see where it
goes."

"What about upstairs," Chastity asks, her voice a whisper.

"Save it for last," Thirstein replies, "These are traditionalist trog
gangers, where else would they be but underground?"

"Touche," Faerie says, "Sounds like a plan. Terminal, check the office.
Chastity, wait in the stairwell and give us a shout if you hear anything
coming down to visit."

Terminal moves forward, picking his way around a pile of crates and moving
out of sight. Chastity also moves out of the camera's field of view,
entering a stairwell and closing the door behind her. Thirstein waits,
looking around and nervously checking the slide on his HKHVAR.

"Stop fondling my weapon," Faerie tells him, "Kirk could have it checked
for fingerprints later, and then we'd both..."

"Hey, shut up, will you," Terminal interrupts, "Essential traffic only, if
you please."

The others go silent, then Lorax's astral form becomes visible in the near
Thirstein, casting an arcane light around the warehouse.

"It's difficult up there," Lorax says, "but I think it gets better
below."

Terminal returns, coming around the crates again, his ultrasound source
causing a brief flare in the drone's visual display as he paints it
briefly.

"Nothing, no-one," he reports, "Might as well get that hatch open."

"I'm first down," Thirstein announces, "Terminal you next, flash grenade
first in the pipe, then follow your heart... the drone can watch our backs.
Lorax, you follow when we reach the bottom. Okay?"

"Yeah," Terminal answers, pulling a mini-grenade from his AK's under-barrel
grenade launcher, and replacing it with another before letting the slide
spring back. Lorax nods and disappears.

Thirstein starts scrabbling around in the dark again, then finds a handle
and turns it, lifting the hatch. A dark hole is revealed, and Thirstein
feels his way down a ladder, his HKHVAR held in one hand, pointing down the
hole. Terminal also aims his rifle downwards, illuminating what's below
with ultrasound. The drone hovers above the hatch, looking down.

"I'm at the bottom," Thirstein announces.

Terminal scrambles down the ladder after him, then Mr Gone, and the drone
follows. When it reaches the bottom of the shaft, Thirstein and Terminal
are already advancing into the cavern that is down there. There is no light
source, the drone now "sees" only by ultrasound. The cavern is about ten
metres wide, thirty or forty metres long. The walls are roughly dug earth,
roots and broken pipes protuding in a few places. The boarded ceiling is
high enough for trolls to walk comfortably, and is supported by concrete
pillars dotted about the chamber. As the drone and two people advance, a
deep repetitious noise starts up in the dark somewhere - either drums or
some pounding machinery.

"Tres menacing," Terminal says - it sounds like he might be grinning.

Lorax appears, pointing down the corridor.

"I got an enemy," Thirstein announces, "Troll, thirty metres ahead, five or
six to the left."

"The one I saw," Lorax confirms.

"He's mine" Faerie says.

"Okay." Thirstein replies.

"Okay," Faerie begins, "There's a corridor leading out of this room, he
must be up there... how'd he see you? Oh, there he is. Come to mama...
okay, he's down."

Terminal, Thirstein, Mr Gone, and the drone advance, reaching the end of
the chamber. A brief flickering area of motion, visible by ultrasound and
Faerie shaped, speeds past the camera, getting behind the drone. Terminal
takes the lead, Thirstein follows, his HKHVAR at his shoulder so he can
fire over the human in front of him. Halfway along the corridor they pass a
troll lying still on the floor, though what downed him is not clear. The
corridor ends after about ten metres at a steel door, big enough for trolls
to pass through easily. A peephole in the centre is open, and a glowing eye
is visible through it. The noise is slightly louder now, recognisable as
drums though still far off.

"Why do you intrude in our tunnels?" asks a deep gravelly voice.

"Your people are guilty of heinous crimes," Thirstein answers, stepping
past Terminal, "We come for justice."

"Justice has no place here," the gravelly voice replies, "just as we have
no place in a Just world."

"You have a place," Thirstein says, "We all do."

"Any place we are allowed is not a place worth having."

"Any place is better than none."

"We beg to differ - we will make our own place."

"Then we must destroy you," Thirstein says, "for justice will tolerate
no-one outside its reach."

"Then come inside," the gravelly coice challenges, "Enter our halls and
know death."

"Death is already my friend," Mr Gone says, as if to himself, "and all men
know his embrace in time."

The door swings open, and the eye is gone. Thirstein advances, kicking the
door out of his way and moving past it. Terminal follows, breaking left as
Thirstein moves right, Mr Gone following and dropping to a crouch, his old
AK braced and aimed. The drone advances also, and once again a flickering
Faerie-shape moves past, flitting about the room. Said room is ten metres
by five, with a single door opposite the one through which the team
entered. Thirstein checks this door while Terminal scans the room, finding
no hidden surprises, and Mr Gone covers both from their entry. Thirstein
motions at the door, and Terminal moves up to stand beside him. Thirstein
checks the handle, finds that it turns, and opens the door quickly, aiming
his HKHVAR through it as Terminal moves through under its barrel. Beyond
the door is a vast cavern, stairs leading down and left from the door along
the wall to the floor some ten or twelve metres below. The earth ceiling is
a couple of metres above the doorway, from it hang roots, broken pipes, and
the broken off stumps of piles and foundations. The entire room is full of
steam, and the drums are louder here. The steam blocks ultrasound in all
directions, it is impossible to tell how far the room stretches to the
front or to either side.

"Multiple enemies," Thirstein reports, "They're spread around us in a
semi-circle, about thirty metres out. Trolls and orks, one of the orks is a
mage."

"I can't go in there," Lorax says from somewhere behind the camera,
"There's one of those monowire web barriers here, I can't break it down."

"I guess we'll have to do it without you," Faerie says, "On my word, move
down the stairs, backs to the wall, standing together, and open fire in the
90 degree arc ahead of you and to your left, Term, and to your right, Bill.
Rau, cover dead ahead. Keep it below two metres, I'll be out there too.
I'll just send the drone some orders..."

A series of command acknowledgements flick across the screen - "Orders
received" is the last, and only readable one, of them.

"Okay," Faerie says, "go."

The drone moves forward as do Thirstein and Terminal. The flickering Faerie
shape appears out of the steam, and then flies off to the left. Mr Gone,
Thirstein and Terminal reach the bottom of the steps and open fire,
spraying rounds randomly in the arc Faerie assigned them. The drone swings
right, around the bottom of the steps, then follows the wall, scanning for
opposition. The noise made by the two assault rifles fades into the beating
of drums as the drone moves along the wall. Ahead of it a troll shape
becomes visible through the steam, moving towards Terminal and Thirstein
with a baseball bat in one hand. The drone rocks as a stream of tracers
issues from some magically silenced weapon, and the troll shape goes over
backwards. The drone turns to it's left, heading out from the wall, and
rises to three or four metres, moving slowly through the steam. It sees one
troll lying dead on the ground, and several barricades, but no signs of
life. The drums are louder now, they seem to be coming from somewhere in
the steam ahead.

"They're gone," Thirstein reports, "I guess we got a few of them, then they
all faded somehow."

"I'm glad someone's confident of their shooting." Mr Gone comments,
changing magazines. "The muzzle flash whited out my goggles and I cannot
see a thing."

"I got the mage," Faerie reports, "Two others caught in the burst, but when
we started shooting, most of them got the hell out, somehow. I didn't see
any leave, nor did the drone."

"I'm back," Lorax announces, "Your drone's focus just brushed the mono-webs
out of the way, with a little help from me."

"You see anything... where they went?" Terminal asks.

"No," Lorax replies, "I had to deal with some elementals, I only just
arrived."

"Slow advance," Faerie decides, "Drone first, watching for movement,
anything. We'll follow the wall left, circle the room, and if we find
nothing, well, we'll decide then."

The drone moves back to the bottom of the stairs, passing the three
shooters, then moves out in the lead. As it reaches the line where the
troll gangers were waiting, it drops to take a closer look, seeing no signs
of how the gangers got out so quickly. It rises again, moving past, then
Thirstein speaks.

"More enemies, out of sight, they're watching us though... close, but I'm
not sure how close..."

"Which direction," Terminal asks.

"Damn if I know... all around us, I guess."

"Frag this," Terminal mutters, "Lorax, you got anything useful?"

Lorax does not have time to reply, as the sound of gunfire - Terminal's AK
- starts, followed a half-second later by Mr Gone's old Kalashnikov.

"What the hell are you doing?" Faerie yells.

"I saw some eyes!" Terminal replies, "There are holes here..."

Thirstein shouts in pain, then the HKHVAR starts up. The drone continues to
move forwards, it's autopilot not receiving any new orders, and the noises
recede behind the drums that continue to pound on.

"Retreat!" Faerie calls across the radio, then there is nothing more for a
minute or two.

After those minutes pass, the drone turns, flying quickly to the base of
the stairs, and past them. After a moment's flight, it stops, turning out
from the wall, and coming across Thirstein and Terminal standing over a
hole in the ground. The flickering Faerie shape flies out of the hole,
passing the drone.

"Clearish," Faerie says by radio, "Hop on in. It's a tunnel, floor's about
three, three and a half metres down, slight gradient down to the north.
Lorax is on his way along it now."

Terminal checks the load on his AK, and leaps into the hole, followed by a
more cautious Thirstein. Mr Gone, again, brings up the rear.

"Mind your head," Faerie mutters.

The drone flies into the hole, following Thirstein as he advances down a
round tunnel, looking not unlike a sewer pipe with a bore of about three
metres. The drums recede into a background noise as the group follow the
tunnel for about half a minute, then it branches. Terminal goes a short way
up the left branch, then stops, and Thirstein sits in the right branch. The
drone stops, waiting for further orders. Lorax appears, and waits behind
Terminal.

"Which?" Thirstein asks.

"This one's slimier," Thirstein remarks, "so it's probably used less."

"Okay," Faerie decides, "Left it is."

Lorax disappears, and Terminal moves out again, then Thirstein, the drone
still following him, Mr Gone heard but unseen at the back. The grade
becomes steeper as the tunnel proceeds, it is now about 10 to 15 degrees.

"I hate this," mutters Terminal, "Fraggin' tunnels."

"Hey, at least your head isn't brushing the ceiling," Thirstein replies.

"Feels like home." Mr Gone says. For some reason, that seems to amuse him.

Then there is a loud "clang" somewhere behind the group, and the sound of
rushing water. Thirstein turns, looking past the drone with an expression
of horror on his face, and then a wave of water hits them, knocking someone
(probably Mr Gone) into the drone, and the drone into Thirstein. Thirstein
goes over backwards, then is lost in the flow of water. The drone spins
crazily in the wave for a few seconds, bouncing off walls, momentarily
spotting Mr Gone struggling in the water. Damage report messages flicker
across the screen, nothing serious though. Then the drone seems to be
behind the front of the wave, in calmer water, and it rights itself,
pointing in the direction it is moving. Ahead of it is a human figure,
clinging to something on the wall, legs flailing around in the current -
almost before the figure has time to register on the eye, the drone hits
the figure in the chest, knocking it loose. The figure drops its AK-98,
losing its grip on the wall, and the drone spins out of control again,
losing sight of what must have been Terminal. The water then spills out of
the tunnel, into a waterfall in a large cavern, and the drone shoots out of
the water in a slow arc, cutting speed, and stops, hovering above the
waterfall. Terminal slides out of the tunnel, and shouts as he drops the
three metres into the pool below the fall. His rifle lands on his head,
driving him to his knees with an explosive grunt that turns into bubbles
when his head goes underwater. The flow of water slows down, then stops
altogether, and everything is quiet.

"Goddamn it!" Terminal shouts as he surfaces, ruining the silence, "What
the frag have I ever done to deserve that! _Damn_!"

He fishes around for a moment, then scoops up his AK, and wades out of the
pool, rubbing at his head, still swearing and muttering. Then there is a
sliding-rustling noise, and Thirstein comes flying out of the pipe, sliding
on his back, HKHVAR at the ready. He was not prepared for the fall,
however, and he plunges into the pool with a shout of alarm. Terminal
starts to laugh, then Thirstein comes to his feet in a hunched-over
predatory pose, the water up to his knees, his HKHVAR at his shoulder, eyes
tracking around the cavern. The menace he exudes shuts Terminal up fast.

"Faerie, you there?" Thirstein asks.

"Bill?" she replies by radio, "Uhh... yeah, my levitation was enough to
hold me in place, and the water washed past... I manged to catch Rau, Lorax
is here too... where's that tunnel go to?"

"Come and see," Thirstein replies.

After a moment, the flickering Faerie shape appears at the end of the
tunnel, carrying Mr Gone. She flies down into the cavern, putting her
passenger down on the bank. The drone receives orders, and turns its
sensors around the room. It is about 50 metres across, a pool in the
centre, the floor dry at the edges. At the end opposite where the tunnel
enterred the room is an outflow pipe, with a 5 cm grating covering it. The
roof is dark, various pipes dangling from above, most broken, a few
continuing from one wall and out through the other. There is one other
exit, above the outflow, a metal door, about troll height. Terminal is
sitting on the bank of the pool, a half scared, half angry look on his
face.

"This place is seriously fragged up, Faerie," he says, "I want out."

"You think you were in trouble?" Faerie answers, "There were astrally
active bacteria in that water, FAB's or whatever, if Lorax had been less
lucky he would have been swept straight into a tangle of astral monowire.
Lucky my drone went through it before he did, lucky the drones astral
barriers held, lucky he dodged through the hole in the middle."

Terminal pauses to contemplate Lorax's good fortune, then shakes his head.

"Whatever," he says, "Let's get the hell out, yeah?"

"That door must go somewhere," Thirstein says, advancing across the pool
towards the door in the wall above the outflow.

Terminal follows, skirting round the edge of the pool, and the drone glides
down to take up station above and behind him. Thirstein tries the door,
then pushes it open, and goes through. Behind it is a tall corridor, square
edged and smoothly finished. Thirstein beckons Terminal in front of him,
and they advance down the corridor together. It turns about 45 degrees to
the left after a couple of hundred metres. A slowly growing light surrounds
the camera as the drone advances around the corner and continues. Terminal
seems relieved at this fact, he straightens up a little. Thirstein doesn't
seem to notice. After a couple of hundred metres there is a sharper turn,
and the corridor ends ten metres later in another door. Lorax's astral form
appears as Thirstein and Terminal approach it.

"There's ordinary people behind there, and the astral is clear now," Lorax
says, "I'd say we've reached the Underground."

"Still clear behind," Mr Gone's calm voice informs, "They seem to be
relying on trickery rather than pursuit."

Thirstein slings his HKHVAR, and opens the door a crack, peering through.
The drone moves forwards, pointing its camera over his shoulder.

Beyond the door is what looks like a city street, but buried underground.
Trolls and orks are everywhere, going about their business as they would in
the streets above, there are also a few dwarves and one or two humans.
Thirstein pushes the door open and moves through, catching his HKHVAR as it
is dislodged from his shoulder by impact with the door. Several people look
around, and someone shouts something about gunmen. The area begins to clear
as Thirstein tries to tuck the bulky rifle away under his jacket, and
Terminal moves out of the corridor to join him.

"This is the Underground?" Thirstein asks.

"Yeah," Terminal answers, "Never been here, huh?"

"Nope," Thirstein replies.

"Well, now what the frag do we do?" Faerie asks, "I'm guessing this is not
the source of your gangers, right?"

"Yeah..." Thirstein replies, "Faerie, grab our weapons, and fly them out,
we'll find an exit to the street. We'll decide what to do about the gang
later. For now, we should be more concerned about avoiding whatever
authorities there are down here. Let's go."

+++++End footage

That was about ten minutes ago. I scooped up the gear, and they got the
hell out as soon as they could.

I'd never been down there either, but Terminal seemed familiar with the
place. And a cool place it is, I want to go back for a look around some
time. Maybe you could join me.

Anyways, we'll be dealing with the gangers by another method I think... lie
in wait and deal to them when they come out. I'll run it past the others
later. Depends on how many entrances they have, I guess. We may have to
clear the astral there room by room in order to wipe them out once and for
all.

Oh _fuck_, I've just realised we left Chastity upstairs. I'd better go get
her now.]<<<<<
-- Faerie <23:54:10/07-23-59>

Message no. 83 *****PRIVATE: Mr Gone, Faerie
>>>>>[I have some wetwork that may require both of you. Are you available
any time in the next few weeks?]<<<<<
-- Kirk <18:17:02/08-17-59>

*****PRIVATE: Kirk
>>>>>[I've got one job in the pipeline right now, but I can get that out
of the way by wednesday at the latest. After that I'm all yours. What have
you got for us?]<<<<<
-- Faerie <21:05:36/08-17-59>

Message no. 84 *****PRIVATE: Kirk
>>>>>[Yes, I can be available if needed.

Who, where and when?]<<<<<
-- Mr Gone <02:08:26/08-18-59>

Message no. 85 *****PRIVATE: Faerie, Mr Gone
>>>>>[I have discovered that a group of Renraku surveillance operatives
have been shadowing a Fuchi asset who is working in City Hall. Why they are
shadowing this asset is not clear at this stage. I require the Renraku team
to be taken out of the equation by any means necessary, and at least one of
the operatives to be taken for questioning. The Fuchi asset is not to know
what has occured. Once you have removed the Renraku team, other SK assets
will take the Fuchi asset into custody. The operation must give Fuchi the
impression that Renraku took their asset, and give Renraku the impression
that Fuchi hit their surveillance team.

The Fuchi asset is Torkhale Campbell.

+++++Include file Tork.txt
[Being the dossier of Torkhale Campbell, a male elf aged 31. He has
extensive corporate espionage training, and the list of operations with
which he is known or suspected to have been involved is quite impressive.]

+++++Include file Tork.pic
[Being the usual front- and side-shots of a male elf with short black hair,
brown eyes, and a frown of concentration.]

We know far less about the Renraku team, unfortunately.

+++++Include file unit.pic
[Being a group of five Japanese men in Red Samurai dress uniform, standing
in various humourous poses.]

The one who is pictured standing on his head has now left the team, and has
been replaced with an operative of whom we have no picture.

The pay for this job is >>slightly stingy amount<< between you, and I can
offer you 25% in advance. The time frame is flexible - as long as the job
is finished within two weeks, I will be satisfied.]<<<<<
-- Kirk <08:34:07/08-18-59>

*****PRIVATE: Kirk
>>>>>[Do you want us to co-ordinate with the assets who'll be snatching
Campbell, or are they just going to move once we send you the
all-clear?]<<<<<
-- Faerie <17:58:14/08-18-59>

Message no. 86 *****PRIVATE: Kirk
>>>>>[Well, it could have been worse... we got the 'raku team from ambush,
the two survivors both saw me talking to Campbell (I asked him the time)
just before we took them. So they'll report that we seemed to be involved
with Campbell, and if that doesn't make them think we were from Fuchi, damn
if I know what will. However, when Campbell saw the action, he tried to run
and I had to chase him down - I figured he might fade and then your people
wouldn't have been able to snatch him. So you can stand them down now, I've
got Campbell at the warehouse. If this frags things up for you in any way,
I can only apologise, but he was running, and I thought it would be best if
I didn't let him get away. Let me know if that's a problem.]<<<<<
-- Faerie <12:42:55/08-22-59>

*****PRIVATE: Faerie
>>>>>[No, that's fine... well, it's annoying, but there's no point crying
over spilled milk. I'll have Campbell picked up. I presume you have him
restrained? My people will be at the warehouse later today. We can arrange
the way in which he resurfaces to make it look like Renraku took him, so
it's not a complete disaster.]<<<<<
-- Kirk <12:58:27/08-22-59>

Message no. 87 *****PRIVATE: Mr. Blackthorne
>>>>>[You said you would be interested in a job? Do you like to travel?
Have you ever been to New Orleans? You'll need some back-up about three
or four men. (you will definatly need magical back-up) Get back to me
if your interested.]<<<<<
-- Joshaua <12:06:02/02-24-57>

Message no. 88 *****Private:Joshaua
>>>>>[It would seem that this job offer has come at a bad moment, I am in
the process of nogotiating another job so I will have to decline. I will
however try to find a suitable replacement if you wish.]<<<<<
-- Mr. Blackthorne <02/26/57 11:56:12>

Message no. 89 *****Private: Whiteshadow, Joker
>>>>>['Kay folks. I've got a job for one of you. It involves getting into
a certain corp's database and leaving behind a special data package.

As there is competition for the job, you'd better send some sort of proof
of your qualification and what you feel your worth. Once I have received
your replies, I will make my decision. I may even be that I would have
another run soon.]<<<<<
-- Kali <06:32:11/03-16-57>

Message no. 90 >>>>>[I'm looking for some good people with a variety of skills for a job
of
a...sensitive nature, shall we say.]<<<<<
-- Lin <21:47:14/03-18-57>

Message no. 91 *****Private: Lin
>>>>>[I am interested, and good at working at a
distance.]<<<<<
-- Shade <01:22:29 / 3-19-57>

Message no. 92 *****Private: Whiteshadow
>>>>>[No prob' chummer. What my employer needs is to have a data packet
inserted in a certain corps computer. Let's meet at <encrypted> to discuss
the details.]<<<<<
-- Kali <20:30:05/03-19-57>

Message no. 93 *****PRIVATE TO: Mr. Blackthorne
>>>>>[I accept.]<<<<<
-- Paradox <10:52:29/4-10-57>

Message no. 94 *****PRIVATE: Paradox
>>>>>[ Glad to have you aboard, don't get started yet I'm working on
getting you and my other decker some cover. I'll contact you when all is
ready and I'll send along the flag with it. Until then I suggest you get
some sleep or start getting ready for the run. ]<<<<<
-- Mr. Blackthorne <21:35:23/04-11-57>

Message no. 95 *****PRIVATE: Paradox
>>>>>[ I'll be in contact with the codes, be ready. ]<<<<<
-- Mr. Blackthorne <15:00:03/04-12-57>

Message no. 96 *****Private:Joshaua
>>>>>[Where the hell are you!! I've just got a couple of mins. to write
this damn thing I *&^^%&%UYGV^%%%FK ---- 988rihjjfallkds
+++++running Anit-ECC Josh-4........connected
before there was any trouble. I know you said this was going to be a bad run but
FRAG!!I've lost three guys already. You didn't tell me about Soke. I was not
prepared. Say again...I need more people down here ASAP....YOU GOT
IT?!!!]<<<<<
--Tex <15:22:01/17-05-57>

Message no. 97 *****Private:Tex
>>>>>[Sorry I have been out of the sene for quite a while...I had no idea
Keaya had left you guys
there without some back up. Are you sure about Soke? He was supposed to be in Sanfran
now. I'll get more people down there soon.]<<<<<
-- Joshaua <15:40:23/17-05-57

Message no. 98 *****Private: Dashira
>>>>>[Ok here is the information I need. There is a man called Drake
who has been knocking on doors around our neighborhood and has managed to hurt a couple
of
our client relationships to say the least. Find out who he is and what he does without
leaving a calling card. This Drake BTW is NOT commander Drake from interpol just so you
don't get the two confused. I would hate to rattle his cage right now, as I have enough
problems of my own. The only info I have on him is he owns a company here in town called
Wetworks. You'll have to go on that for a while, sorry.
+++++Transfer 5K Ny
this should cover fees until I hear back from you.
-- Joshaua <19:11:15/5-28-57>

Message no. 99 *****Private: Wolfen
>>>>>[Do you like to travel? I will be waiting for you at
>encrypted< at 7 pm
tommorow night. If you are interested in th job be there.]<<<<<
-- Joshaua <19:14:15/5-28-57>

Message no. 100 *****Private: Joshaua
>>>>>[I do not enjoy being led along Joshaua. Your window of oppurtunity
to
hire me is closing. You have until tomorrow to respond. A runner of my
caliber does not sit idle.]<<<<<
-- Blade <05:20:20/5-29-57>

Message no. 101 *****Private: Blade
>>>>>[Sorry. I had to check your references as I thought you were someone
else.
My mistake. I need you to travel...can you? Please respond ASAP. If not...sorry to
have wasted any of your time.]<<<<<
-- Joshaua <18:20:37/5-30-57>

Message no. 102 *****Private: Joshaua
>>>>>[If the price is right for the job, nothing is a problem. Just tell
me
where, what, and how much, and I'll tell you whether they're the right
answers]<<<<<
-- Blade <05:50:50/5-31-57>

*****Private: The Mighty Quinn
>>>>>[Hmmm. Seems I might have offered my help to soon. Seems my
potential
employer has gotten back on the ball. Well, this shouldn't take to long, so
if you need me, I'll be around.]<<<<<
-- Blade <05:52:52/5-31-57>

Message no. 103 *****Private: Blade
>>>>>[Ok. The Place:New Orleans. What: help in an extraction team already
in place get
thier mark. You will be working with someone from Seattle to help you in this reguard.
The pay: >encrypted< . This will be a down payment until you have reached your site

upon which you will be payed the remainder. Details pending.
+++++upload file tex.sec
Good luck.]<<<<<
-- Joshaua <23:45:00/6-1-57>

Message no. 104 *****Private: Joshaua
>>>>>[Alright, the pay is fine and the job sounds ok. No prob on the goods
drop or riding cover. However, I will not cover for the wet behind the ears
you stuck me with. I did a little background checking on Wolfen. I don't
like working with people who are unproffesional or inexperienced. If he
can't pull his weight, thats his problem, not mine. I am not a
babysitter.]<<<<<
-- Blade <05:20:20/6-3-57>

Message no. 105 *****Private: Joshaua
>>>>>[Hey Joshaua, are you still in need of 2 samurai's? We said we would
help
out but we only have heard to "stand by"...well thankfully we got some pick-up
work in Denver...but thats neither here or their. If you still do let me know
ok?
+++++Include Resume.file.tex "Death_Jestor"
+++++Include Resume.file.tex "Saint_Malice" ]<<<<<
--Death Jestor (21:59:10/06-04-57)

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