| From: | mbroadwa@*******.glenayre.com (Mike Broadwater) |
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| Subject: | Re: Lynch's Next Job |
| Date: | Fri, 12 Apr 1996 07:59:10 -0500 |
>>>>>[My friend went through all that video we had and tried to cull it
down
to a manageable file, and this is what he came up with. I'm sending it
uncompressed so that no video integrity is lost.
+++++begin trideo sequence
The shot is the same as the same as earlier. An aerial platform several
stories above street level. The picture is different this time however.
The shot is centered on the red convertable from earlier, this time parked
in an alley.
+++recieving sound
A mans voice speaks.
"Test test. Lilith? Is the drone picking this up?"
A recognizable drawl responds.
"Thats an ack Blade. Outside is under control. Internal cameras will be
ours in just a couple seconds. You two are good to go."
A different man's voice this time.
"Then lets get going."
Two familiar figures step out of the car. Lynch, recognizable in his
mirrored aviator shades, and Blade. They head out of the alley and down the
street, the drone keeping pace with them.
Lynch speaks. "How sure are you that this is safe?"
"Pretty sure. I've only dealt with the Triads on a couple of occasions.
They're as trustworthy as the Mafia or the Yaks."
"Great."
"No kidding. This is just supposed to be an initial meeting. I got a hold
of one of their Lt. through a guy I used to run with, and that's who we're
meeting with. If we play things cool, keep a low profile, and the fates are
with us, we'll be able to meet somebody higher up after this. From there,
we might be able to work our way up to one of the Dragon Heads. If that
goes well, we might be able to convince the Triads to watch what they deal.
We just need to explain that it could be very bad for business. They're
usually understandable, or so I hear."
"Sounds like a lot of mights and maybes to me Blade."
"Yeah, but we might be able to stop some of those chips from getting out
without getting shot at. That would be a switch, wouldn't it?"
By this time, they've reached the front of a small grocery. Blade stops and
looks at Lynch
"Remember, low profile. You may have already upset these guys."
The female voice cuts in
"Stop dawdling guys, you'll look obvious. And I've got the internals. I'm
keeping overwatch."
Blade just looks at Lynch, who smiles slightly, and nods.
"Low profile."
The two men walk in to the store. Perspective shifts, instead of the zoomed
in overhead view, things are now coming in closer and more angled. Most
likely from a security cam.
Lynch walks up to the counter, snagging a pack of cigarettes and tossing
them on the counter. A young man working the register scans them and takes
Lynch's offered credstick. He deducts the money, and hands it back. Lynch
takes it, packs and opens the cigarettes, puts one in his mouth, all while
standing at the counter, and then speaks to the kid.
"Do you have a match?"
The kid looks at Lynch "No, but I have a lighter."
"Even better."
"But more dangerous."
Lynch smiles. The boy steps out from behind the counter.
"If you will follow me, please."
Lynch, Blade, and the kid walk to the back of the store, and into the stock
room. The kid presses a concealed panel and part of a wall slides away.
Lilith speaks "Wow. If this gets anymore eye-spyish, I may actually be ill."
Blade almost chuckles, but covers it up by coughing. The kid looks at him,
and then waves he and Lynch through.
The scene looks to be something similiar to an old opium bar. Instead of
the pipes of old, there are decks and BTL. A man stands with two guards
near a wall on the opposite side of the room. The kid motions torwards them
before leaving.
"Guys" Lilith again. "I just got some weird readings. You probably just
passed through a weapons detector, I wouldn't be surprised if they knew what
you had for breakfast by now."
Lynch and Blade walk over to the three men, stopping about 5 feet from them.
The man turns his attention to them, and bows slightly, which Blade and
Lynch return, before speaking.
"Gentlemen, my little business is very honored to have you here. How may I
be of service to you?"
Blade speaks, his voice almost oozing with respect. "I believe you know why
we are here, honorable one."
"Ah yes, it is a matter of business, not pleasure, that brings you. Well,
sometimes, it is best to take care of the matters at hand without ceremony
or fanfare. Please, speak, and then we can move onto more pleasant things."
Lynch takes the lead "Alright, this is how it is. There are some BTL chips
being distributed that could be very bad for your business. You may want to
check out your suppliers and watch what you sell."
The oriental man looks at Lynch hard. And stays silent for several moments
before speaking.
"So you are _the_ Lynch, hmm? The one which Interpol is hunting? Well, I
had not been so certain before, especially when you came in here with this
one." waving at Blade "I am afraid, Mr. Lynch, that you have made me two
gifts today. One, is the dog known as Blade who has worked with the
barbarian Koreans and Japanese on more than one occasion, and yourself, who,
though you obviously don't know it, has stopped several deliveries of mine.
Very expenisive deliveries. Yes, I know about the chips. A corp can't get
anything done on the street without working with someone who is already
there, can they?"
While the man speaks, several figures have been getting up and disconnecting
from the chipdecks. They slowly begin to surround them. The mans two
guards, apparently armed only with ceremonail knives, unsheath them and look
at Blade and Lynch with expressions that can only be described as a mixture
of menace and psychotic lust.
Blade and Lynch slowly move their hands up, keeping them away from where
their guns are holstered. Standing, facing the two guards and the man in
charge, Blade cocks his head slightly torwards Lynch, and winks.
Over the comm, Lilith can be heard. "You two had better think of something
fast. You've got about 5 more guys coming from other parts of the building."
Lynch nods slightly. Blade looks up at the oriental man.
"Every day I hate you guys a little more."
One of the guards shoves Blade back.
+++++Pause
+++++Trideo editor engaged
Raise/lower frame rate? r/l: l
Lower frame rate to : 33%
accepted
rendering
finished
+++++Exiting Trideo editor: This version is Shareware, please register...
+++++Playback resumed
Blade and Lynch seem to be move at normal speed, while the rest of the room
slows down.
Lynch snaps his arms beneath his coat, spins, and comes up with two pistols
and begins to fire at the men around the room, who seem to be (and are
actually) in slow motion. They also seem slightly stunned and unprepared at
the suddeness of the attack.
Blade falters back, stepping on the guards foot, and grapping his shirt
front. The guard leans back against the pull, throwing himself off balance
as Blade switches directions and slams his weight forward into him, knocking
him down. Blade sticks his left hand in the face of the guard, and a small
plume of fire appears in the palm of his hand as the guards face is shot in.
The other guard turns torwards Blade and brings his pistol to bear as Blades
other fist slams into his throat. The guard gurgles slightly and slumps to
the floor. Blade snags the oriental man and turns to look at Lynch, who has
dropped two of the guards, but the other four are no longer surprised and
are about to open fire
+++++Pause
+++++Trideo editor engaged
Raise/lower frame rate? r/l: r
Raise frame rate to : 300%
accepted
rendering
finished
+++++Exiting Trideo editor: This version is Shareware, please register...
+++++Playback resumed
Blade speaks softly into the mans ear.
"Tell them to stop, or you die."
The man very quickly yells "Stop!"
The other men train their guns on Lynch and what can be seen of Blade behind
the man, but don't shoot.
Blade speaks again "I'll let you go as soon as we're out of here."
Blade and Lynch start moving torwards the only unblocked door, on the
opposite side of the one they came in from. Lynch opens the door and heads
out, covering the escape.
"Lilith, we need you here now."
A red convertable screeches up next to him, in the alley and right outside
the door. Blade keeps backing torwards the door.
Lynch gets in the back of the car, leaving the front door open for Blade,
and speaks to Lilith. "What took you so long?"
Blade is just outside the door, visable now only by the camera pointing
outside the door. His image is rather indistinct, but the view of the man
is clear.
Blade whispers into the mans ear
"Remember when I said I was going to let you go?"
"Yes" chokes back the man
"I lied."
The mans head snaps back and his body flys forward into the man coming
through the door. Blade dives into the front of the car as it peels out of
the alley way, sounds of gunfire behind him.
"Good job Blade. Don't you think we leave too many places this way?"
"Low profile Lynch. Low fragging profile."
+++++end trideo sequence
Sorry about all the blood in your car. All that adrenaline must've been
blocking out the pain. The doc checked me out. It was three hole from a
medium caliber weapon. Obviously just one of the SMG's those goons were
using. Guess one got off a lucky shot as I was leaving. I'm gonna go talk
to a mage friend of mine this afternoon and see if he can't help me heal it
up. Otherwise I'd be out of action for a few weeks. As it is, I'm going to
lay low for a while. You know how to get a hold of me.
Oh yeah, word on the street is the Triads aren't to happy with us. Seems
neither are the Yaks, the Mafia, and a lot of the street gangs. The
gangs'll probably leave us alone, but the Triads are going to be a problem.
The more traditional Mafioso and Yakuza leaders don't seem to mind our
little interception of street drugs, but their younger counterparts don't
like it. I can't be sure what they're going to do. I don't think trying to
talk to anyone is going to be a good idea. Probably just get us killed.
Well, hope that video helps your analyists. I'm glad those guys weren't
better trained. If they had been, we might not have gotten out of there so
easily.]<<<<<
-- Blade <06:40:23/04-12-57>
Mike Broadwater
http://www.olemiss.edu/~neon
"You only need two things in this world. WD40 to make things go, and duct
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