| From: | Bredget Stroud bredget.stroud@****.com |
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| Subject: | Job complete |
| Date: | Fri, 22 Oct 1999 00:05:16 -0700 |
>>>>>[Job's done. The target understood the message and will be feeling
the pain for some time. Broken bones and a few missing teeth aren't
considered permanent damage are they?
Here's some vid for verification.
+++++begin video
It's evident that the view is from an eye cam, as the scene of a dimly
lit parking lot comes into view. The low roar of a motorcycle can be
heard, indicating the camera owners choice of transportation. As the
scenery slowly passes by, a small grocery store can be seen at the end
of the lot. A single car sits almost directly under the one light post.
The view zooms in on the single source of light as a small crosshair
appears. Within a fraction of a second the light is extinguished.
"That's better."
The bike is moved next to the lone car and the engine killed.
"Don't make me wait too long sweetie. Jazz doesn't like to be kept
waiting."
As if on queue, a large man walks from the store toward the car Jazz is
parked next to. He's carrying a six-pack and a small grocery bag.
Looking Jazz over with a smug look on his face, he opens the passenger
door of the car, sets his purchases inside, and walks around the back of
the car to the driver side.
"Are you Joe Kennear?"
"Yeah. Why?" comes the reply.
"I've got something for you," Jazz says almost seductively.
The man stops and grins, "Oh yeah, and what might that be?"
As Jazz stands and moves closer, the grin becomes wider, but only
briefly. Before he has a chance to react, he is knocked to his knees,
doubled over from the unexpected punch to the mid-section. A heavy,
black motorcycle boot catches him in the face, knocking him the rest of
the way to the ground.
Pushing himself up on his hands and spitting blood and a couple of
teeth, he growls, "You bitch!"
"Oh, that's no way to talk to a lady!"
Her movements are so quick and controlled, there is no doubt that she is
wired and highly trained. The victim curls into the fetal position to
try and protect himself from the flurry of feet and fists. As quickly as
the beating started, it was over.
Coughing blood and spitting a few more teeth, Kennear whispers, "What do
you want from me?"
"I just want you to remember a message. Remember it and you'll never see
me again. Forget and I won't be so nice next time."
Jazz pauses to make sure she has his undivided attention, "There's never
been a union at Chardy. There never will be a union at Chardy. Live with
that... or not. Do you understand what I'm saying Joe?"
Kennear mumbles something and is swiftly rewarded with another boot to
the ribs.
"Do you understand me??"
"Yes, yes... I got it... no union... don't think I'll forget..."
+++++end video
I left at that point, but stopped where I could make sure he wasn't
going to lay there and fragging die or something.
Let me know if you have any other work come down. Now that I've got some
personal biz taken care of and out of the way, I'm ready to get back in
the swing of things again.]<<<<<
--Jazz <24:00:00/10-22-60>
