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Message no. 1
From: "mulutuv - 'blowing things up is fun!'" <CBREWER@******.BITNET>
Subject: looking for runners
Date: Sun, 15 Nov 92 14:55:00 EST
>>>>[ Yo chummers of Detroit, I have just wandered into the area and I am
looking for some action. Don't have much in the way of equipment but give
me a vehicle and i will do what is needed. I don't know much about my past
it is quite blank. All i know is that i am young, ready, and able... so
lets run. If you know of a group guys you can leave word on the street and
i will be sure to pick up on it... ]<<<<<
--Street Boy,{15:54:23/11:15:53}
Message no. 2
From: Kurt Kincaid <Beowulf777@***.COM>
Subject: Looking for Runners
Date: Fri, 31 Mar 1995 18:09:38 -0500
>>>>>[A big howdy to y'all stateside. Here I am, not of the boat from Hong
Kong more than a week, and I'm already up to my armpits in drek. I grant you
that I'm not overly familiar with some of the customs here in your part of
the world, but jumpin' jiminy, if this is how people operate over here, I may
be forced to put my elvish fanny on a boat back to Hong Kong.

A quick bit of introduction before I go any further. Call me Bedlam. I
guess if you want to be anal retentive about it, I am a "physical adept,"
though I gotta tell you I hate that term. What happened to the good ol' days
when people like me were refered to as martial artists, or maybe by the more
definitive term, Kung Fu stylist? Pardon, I digress. As far as profession
goes, I prefer to think of myself as an expert on . . . let's just call it
closure, shall we? Understand though, I don't do what I do just for laughs
or 'cause I get some cheap primal thrill out of it. It is a job, nothing
more, nothing less. Most of my professional career has been spent in Hong
Kong and through most of Japan. I did do a job over here once before,
though. About a year or so ago. Did you hear about some German dignitary in
Denver that got blown up in his hotel room? That was me. <Grin>

At any rate, here I am, trying to set up some business for myself, but for
the most part being a good little elf and minding my own business. I come
back to my little cubicle apartment and on the floor is a note that reads:
"Thanks. Nice work." Along with this note is a clean credstick with 250,000
on it. Not knowing what else to do, I go down to the Howling Guttersnipe
for a drink and take the credstick and note with me (what do you think I am,
stupid?). I'm sitting at the bar, drinking a cold one, when these three Lone
Star guys come in and tell me I am under arrest for murder, possession of an
illegal weapon, and illegal discharge of said weapon. I tell 'em they got
the wrong guy, but they're real persistent-like. None of them had weapons
drawn (dumb, very dumb) and one grabs me from behind in a choke and yanks me
backward off the bar stool. It was about this time that I got the distinct
impression that my Lone Star friends weren't going to take no for an answer.
I grabbed the hand that was around my throat and twisted and bent the wrist
down until the guy's palm lay flat against his forearm. I've never heard
such a squeal in my life. He let go and I caught Lone Star #2 in the throat
with a hammer fist and sent #3 on the express train to jammy land with a hook
kick to the temple. I dash through the door and get jumped by four more Lone
Star boys. I'm good, but I'm not that good. They took me down and stuffed
me in the back of one of their prisoner transports and we were off. Long
about this time I was thinking that I should have stayed in Hong Kong. We'd
been on the road three, maybe four minutes when I hear what sounded like an
explosion and the transport bucked and jerked to the right. A second later it
happened again and then the transport stopped. I heard the guys in the
transport's cab yelling something and then I heard the stacatto report of
automatic weapon fire. A minute later the back of the transport opens and the
re are these six guys (at least one was a troll, judging from the size), clad
entirely in black and wearing masks. I thought I was dead for sure. Then
the first guy lowers his gun and says we need to talk. Who was I to argue?

He said that I had been set up (big surprise, BIG surprise).

"By whom?"

"Last night, Dr. Yuri Taktarov of MedTechnica International was murdered in
his lab. He was working on an adrenaline analogue called Red 6. Among
others, the military wants Red 6 real bad. I work for BioMed Industries.
You may call me Maurice. What has happened Mr. Bedlam is that one of
MedTechnica's own people popped Dr. Taktarov and made off with the doctor's
notes. What MedTechnica has done, in an effort to save face, is claimed that
it wasn't one of their people, but a paid assassin. Are you beginning to see
where you fit into all of this? MedTechnica is claiming that the assassin
was probably hired by BioMed or the other major player in the field of
biochemical engineering, Avalon Systems. Essentially, all the boys at
MedTechnica had to do was find a scapegoat. That scapegoat, is you. I'm
offering you a deal. Get the Dr. Taktarov's notes and bring them to us and
we'll have some of our covert computer boys clear up this little mess you are
in with Lone Star and we will pay you handsomely. Something along the lines
of 200,000. My boss, Mr. Carter Manheim, would like to meet with you
tomorrow night to discuss the details. We would very much like to have our
hands on the Red 6 data. Tomorrow night, 21:00 at the BioMed HQ. Good
evening, Mr. Bedlam."

And then these guys just buggered off and left me standing next to a
smoldering prisoner transport and two Lone Star guys with high caliber holes
in the respective heads.

Here's the deal. I'm gonna need an assist on this one. I'll split whatever
the take is evenly with everybody that helps out. Any takers?]<<<<<

-- Bedlam <23:20:18/03-31-56>
Message no. 3
From: William Wendling <wendling@********.EDU>
Subject: Re: Looking for Runners
Date: Fri, 31 Mar 1995 22:07:44 -0800
PRIVATE: Bedlam
>>>>>[Hey, dude. Could you use a banshee on this run? If so, count
me in!]<<<<<
-- Tanp < 22:05:21/3-31-61 >
Message no. 4
From: Paul Strohschein <squeaky@**.CENCOM.NET>
Subject: Re: Looking for Runners
Date: Fri, 31 Mar 1995 22:55:54 -0600
*****Private: Bedlam
>>>>>[Hey I know ya could use a rad decker like me, chummer. Count me in,
since I'm kinda bored right now, plus I've gotta keep up my expensive
habit...read my deck. Talk later]<<<<<
--Johnny M<22:50:27/03-31-56>
Message no. 5
From: "Thomas W. Craig" <Craigtw1@***.COM>
Subject: Re: Looking for Runners
Date: Sat, 1 Apr 1995 14:41:14 -0500
*****PRIVATE: Bedlam
>>>>>[Bedlam, I am Ninja, and would like to assist you...I to am what they
call Physically Adept...If you need a full team I might be able to ask
several of my friends including one ex-CIA decker.]<<<<<
--Dragon (14:35:30PST/04:01:56)
Message no. 6
From: Inquisitor <ESPD92MS@****.ANGLIA-POLYTECHNIC.AC.UK>
Subject: Re: Looking for Runners
Date: Thu, 6 Apr 1995 15:07:00 BST
*****PRIVATE: Bedlam
>>>>>[Bedlam, if you need somewhere to stay or to cache gear contact me at
the *encrypted* bar. I can also lend you muscle and magical backup if you so
need. The Clan can always do with the odd bit of extra training
<grin>.]<<<<<
-- Campbell (15:00:19/06-04-56)



*****Private: UO Opera Committee
>>>>>[Hey, where's the next posting guys? Is anyone out
there?]<<<<<
-- Campbell (15:02:55/06-04-56)


*****Newsflash!
>>>>>[Today a terrorist attack upon an Aztechnology security training post
claimed ten lives and injured scores. The attack consisted of a 500lb car bomb
strapped to a petrol tanker that was driven through the base gates. Missiles
were also used to destroy a training panzer. We, the Clan, freedom fighters
for Mexico and warriors of the 6/66th Division (Merc) claim responsibility.
The Clan reaches maturity.]<<<<<
-- Major Campbell 6/66th (15:05:12/06-04-56)
Message no. 7
From: Mark Imbriaco <mark@********.IP.NET>
Subject: Re: Looking for Runners
Date: Thu, 6 Apr 1995 14:05:54 -0400
On Thu, 6 Apr 1995, Inquisitor wrote:
> *****Newsflash!
> >>>>>[Today a terrorist attack upon an Aztechnology security training
post
> claimed ten lives and injured scores. The attack consisted of a 500lb car bomb
> strapped to a petrol tanker that was driven through the base gates. Missiles
> were also used to destroy a training panzer. We, the Clan, freedom fighters
> for Mexico and warriors of the 6/66th Division (Merc) claim responsibility.
> The Clan reaches maturity.]<<<<<
> -- Major Campbell 6/66th (15:05:12/06-04-56)

The 'Newsflash!' notice should have gone _inside_ of the body
of the message. Check the formatting guidelines for details
on what the accepted ***** headers are.

mark
Message no. 8
From: Brion Wauters <BDW2@******.UCC.NAU.EDU>
Subject: Re: Looking for Runners
Date: Thu, 6 Apr 1995 13:01:36 -0700
>>>>>[Bravo, 6/66th! The more dead Azzies, the
better!]<<<<<
-- Irish <13:01:23/06-04-56>

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