| From: | Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Let there be... |
| Date: | Sat, 31 Jan 1998 19:52:53 +0000 |
>>>>>[ +++++ Copy To: PostMortemMailbox.exe -name Canis.pmm
A small room. At one wall, there are are cupboards, the other holds a
small cooking area - mostly a microwave oven and a coffee machine. The
only window you can see is boarded, with a camera looking out. A
large, muscolous man is sitting at the only table in the room,
watching a tiny vidscreen. By the sounds the surveillance camera picks
up, the man in what appears to be informal uniform watches 2D news.
Suddenly he looks up, and you recognize Fohdytoo. There's panick in his
eyes, as he yells for Canis and Orion. Both appear, charging into the
room from under the camera, and come to a skidding stop by Fohdytoo,
Orion Katana in hand, Canis an automatic shotgun leveled at the window.
While both still grasp for breath, Fohdytoo starts talking.
"They just released the info... there have been several bomb attacks.
Attacks the Feds kept under lock and key so far. Three bombs, in 24
hours. Each one larger, each one with a confession letter. Some
'Children of Thunda' group - "
"Oh, no, Wolf..." Canis groans, while Orion turns even more pale then
usual and mutters "the terror begins over..."
"No, you don't understand," Fohdytoo nearly yells. These bombings have
been in the Lower Quuen Ann Hill region..."
Both Canis and Orion have cybereyes that don't reveal any emotion, but
the rest of their faces reveal a wide mixture of fear, terror, and
shock.
After a short pause of silence, Canis mutters: "Lomer." "Yeah. Lomer,"
Fohdytoo replies. Suddenly Orion charges forward, hitting the vidscreen
on the desk, wiping it from the desk, his left grabing a bulky
carry-all from a shelf. He nearly tears it open, and pulls a cyberdeck
from it, the standard Fuchi plastic box modified nearly beyond
recognition.
While he jacks in, Fohdytoo sets up an inflatable vidscreen. As it
comes to live, the "Greetings, SuperUser Smith, to UCASOnline" is just
replaced by the image of an RTG. After a few seconds, an electronic
voice from the vidscreen's speakers announces: "Line's free. Go!"
Canis punches the keys of the Trid-Phone, hard. There's a ringing
sound, then a voice: "Hello. I am in Timbuktu right now, but..." With a
curse, Canis hits the 'Disconnect' key. "Damn, he doesn't want to be
disturbed... Get the car ready!" he growls, while Orion removes the
fibre-optic cable from his temple. ]<<<<<
-- Orion.bot <19:34:53/01-31-59>
***** INTERNAL: PostMortemMailbox.exe -name Canis.pmm
>>>>>[
+++++ Begin Download: HelmetCam187.mov
The POV is from the passenger's seat of an expensive sedan, driving
down what looks like a suburb street. The luxory houses surrounded by
gardens, and high fences, the sidewalks clean, litter-free - Either
this isn't Seattle, or one of the areas you do not normally visit.
When the car turns a corner, it comes to a sudden stop - a construction
fence bars the street. A single Lone Star Officer steps up to the car.
Suddenly there's quick motion, and then the camera just picks up the
image of two boots.
+++++ End Download: HelmetCam187.mov
Damn, he insisted to talk to us. Explained there were problems with the
water system, and the road would be passable again in a day. Sure -
they close a whole street, and set up a cop to guard it...
I checked the area astrally then. The building next to Lomer's was ...
well, wasn't there, replaced by a large hole in the ground. Lomer's
house was hit by some kind of shrapnel, but the ward was still intact.
Time to check some old contact points... ]<<<<<
-- Canis <19:39:54/01-31-59>
***** INTERNAL: PostMortemMailbox.exe -name Canis.pmm
>>>>>[
+++++ Begin Download: HelmetCam189.mov
A small room, all in white. A single bed in it, a small table at the
side. Although this is just 2D video, you can nearly smell the
antiseptics: A hospital room.
There's a man in the bed, a bearded male male human. He wears a silken
dressing gown, his right arm is bandaged.
"No, I don't know. There were some activities on the streets, and I
heared sirens occasionally - more often then usual, in fact. But, you
know, that theorem I was working on took all the time. When I just
used Dr. Feinigsten's theory on creating long-term watchers, my
chipreader went mad: It displayed only 'Let there be light', over and
over. Then, suddenly, there was this 'Bang', and I though 'now that's
the madman with the cat'" - there's a groan from Orion - "but then all
those stones and concrete came down on me. I was in the winter garden,
you know, and just had time to run inside under the safety from a
barrier, when it collapsed.
"I then alarmed DocWagon, and sealed off the cellar and the libary.
Plus, I still get 59.42 nuyen from you, Orion!" Another groan, and a
chuckle from Canis. Oh, one more thing: Someone lobbed a fragging SAM
at the incoming DW helos. Thus we were sent HTRs, and were brought out
there like from a damn warzone! The whole time, the trids in the
neighbourhood displayed some statement by a child of Thunder, or
something, demanding someone called 'Running Lynch', or similar, to 'be
brought to justice'." Lomer looks from Canis, to Orion, to Fohdytoo,
then back at Canis. "You know something about this?"
There's silence. Canis and Orion exchange glances, finally Canis sighs
and answeres Lomer's question. "Yeah. Lynch helped us once, big-time.
The Chicago-thing, you know? It were his contacts who made it possible
for us to leave... Plus, he's an interesting Johnson... we made a trip
to Yemen, Xmas in the desert..." Canis sighs again.
"Lomer, mein Freund..." Orion's face has a strange expression, his
tatoos somewhat distorted, "you don't happen to have some of that
stuff..."
Lomer laughs out, loud. "Sure. Somehow I had this feeling this might
become important..." He opens a drawer in the table, and pulls a
keycard from it. "The cellar still holds the security system. Plus the
data... oh, and some nice, well-clad person with a large badge asked me
not to tell anyone anything of the stuff I didn't tell you... and even
tried to have me observed... hah!"
The three members of ODIN, and Lomer laugh, then the picture dissolves.
+++++ End Download: HelmetCam189.mov
Well... LoneStar had the area sealed off. Good enough to keep
newssnoops out, but we ran the fance without problem, and got the
paydata. Orion said it was a good idea to link the backup cables to the
power supply... Hm. Should have someone check my stuff back home.
]<<<<<
-- Canis <20:01:21/01-31-59>
***** PRIVATE: Lynch
>>>>>[ Sir,
We just found this message on a friends' datapad:
+++++ Include: Lomer_transcript.dta
[A notepad, displaying some hermetic magical formular. Suddenly, plain
text replaces the contents: "Let there be light! Let there be light!
Let there ..."]
and
+++++ Include: Lomer_Trid.mov
[A trid screen, showing the accuse against Lynch. The text is read
aloud by a standard computer voice. It is demanded 'Lynch is brought to
trial', else 'the bombings on the corrupt' will continue.]
I already tried a trace on the data transfers, but so far I could just
find out that someone hacked the local hub and fed the consumers in
Lower Quenn Anne Hill, Seattle, their own data, and someone used a
portable sender to overlay standard electronics. Electronic Warfare,
I'd call that. Expensive. Ask your LoneStar contacts, I guess they have
the sender confiscated.
Oh - one more thing: Request someone to change the generic persona
icons of FBI agents - they're even more obvious unsuspicious then the
cliche implies.
Do you need help? ]<<<<<
-- Orion <20:03:23/01-31-59>
