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From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Sat, 27 Nov 1999 10:26:52 +0000

Message no. 1 *****PRIVATE: Personal Diary File
CC: FBI Operational Archive
>>>>>[+++++begin recording
I sit down, facing a short, inscrutable, Japanese man. The most
memorable thing about him is his suit: it probably costs a month of my
salary, and the discreet constellation of fraternal devices in the lapel must
have cost twice that. Fantastic work, cloisonne and enamel and inlaid
precious metals...

"Special Agent Elliott." He greets me with a polite smile. It even touches
his eyes, as he offers me an old-fashioned business card.

"Riku-san." I reply, glancing at the card. What do I give him back? I find a
Bureau 'call-me' chip and offer it in return: he accepts it.

"Please, no formalities. Allow me to be the foreigner here." Again, the
smile; again, he seems to mean it. "But Riku-san is an acceptable
appelation."

He's using words like 'appelation' and calling himself the foreigner. I hastily
realign some opinions. "Riku-san, I was told you'd encountered Seamus
Malone's men."

He frowns. "Elliott, among Japanese and those who work closely with us,
it is usually considered impolite to stampede directly to the work at hand.
Normally we spend a little time on small talk, on socialising, on becoming
acquainted. You understand? I, and most Seattle businessmen, know your
customs are different. But perhaps not all... Japanese businessmen...
whose aid you may need, will be so tolerant." He's got a way of timing and
pauses and intonation that puts far more into his words than any
transcript will ever show. Something learned to beat wiretaps? Or just a
fallout from being Japanese?

"I am sorry. I meant no offence."

"And none is taken, Elliott-san, your training focussed on other matters. I
merely wish to ease your task."

Elliot-_san_. That must be significant. Apart from the fact that, by urban
legend, he should be calling me 'Erriot'. I dismiss that hastily, it's sort of
funny. Riku Matsehori's English is probably better than mine. "So, how may
I assist you?"

"I am not sure. But I have information I believe may assist _you_."

"And you get...?" Nothing's free and I don't care if I'm being rude.

He leans forward, holding my eyes. "Elliott-san, we are criminals by
conventional definition. But we are polite and well-behaved and
_disciplined_ criminals. We are... tolerated, because of that. Not liked,
not accepted, but tolerated. We curb street crime, we discourage robbery
and violence and crude assaults, we service certain needs society prefers
not to acknowledge. We assist in maintaining the proper order of things.

"Malone threatens that tolerance. He arrogantly seeks to face down law
enforcement by brute force. He and his kind succeeded in Vegas, but he
does not understand that Seattle is not Las Vegas. He will fail and he may
destroy me and my business in failing."

"Unless you bank some favours first?" I ask.

"Precisely. There _must_ be a rule of law. There will always be grey
markets such as mine. But without the law, there is no stability, no..." He
says something in Japanese.

"So, what have you got?"

"Malone's lieutenant, Cesare, met with me." Riku says simply. "And he told
me, bluntly, that he intended to seize certain of my territory and that if I
resisted I would suffer." The Yakuza shows me a map of the disputed
area.

"What did you say back?"

"I was more interested in how he made his intentions known, Agent
Elliott. Are you a linguist?"

"No." I admit. Never one of my strengths.

"Cesare was using an excellent Nihon linguasoft. The Sendakai 4.2, one of
the best available. And he used it correctly. His words carried great
meaning. Cesare is an intelligent and dangerous man, Agent Elliott."

"I got that impression, yeah. What meaning?"

"His word were - simply translated - that he was _compelled_ to
_demand_ territory from me. Demand, as in my co-operation was
assumed and resistance would be futile and bloody. Compelled, as in that
he was a faithful servant reluctantly obeying orders he doubted but but
could not refuse. He is not acting freely in the matter, but intends to do
Malone's bidding despite his doubts."

"So, what do you plan to do?" I ask after pausing to assimilate this.

"That depends upon you and the FBI and other agencies, Mr Elliott." Riku
replies. "I can withdraw and allow him bloodless victory _if_ I know he will
be punished for his intrusion and his criminal activities. If not, I must
fight. That will be a bloody and expensive affair for Seattle."

"I know." I've read reports of what can happen. "Okay. We'll go after
him."
After all, I'd planned to anyway. Now, maybe, I'm cracking through the ice
that froze me out before. Seneca won't help, the cops can't be trusted,
but Malone's competitors are another matter altogether.

It's a start.

+++++end diary]<<<<<
-- Tom Elliott <11:03:24/11-27-60>

From:	Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Sat, 27 Nov 1999 10:26:52 +0000

Message no. 2 *****PRIVATE: Personal Diary File
CC: FBI Operational Archive
>>>>>[+++++begin recording
I sit down, facing a short, inscrutable, Japanese man. The most
memorable thing about him is his suit: it probably costs a month of my
salary, and the discreet constellation of fraternal devices in the lapel must
have cost twice that. Fantastic work, cloisonne and enamel and inlaid
precious metals...

"Special Agent Elliott." He greets me with a polite smile. It even touches
his eyes, as he offers me an old-fashioned business card.

"Riku-san." I reply, glancing at the card. What do I give him back? I find a
Bureau 'call-me' chip and offer it in return: he accepts it.

"Please, no formalities. Allow me to be the foreigner here." Again, the
smile; again, he seems to mean it. "But Riku-san is an acceptable
appelation."

He's using words like 'appelation' and calling himself the foreigner. I hastily
realign some opinions. "Riku-san, I was told you'd encountered Seamus
Malone's men."

He frowns. "Elliott, among Japanese and those who work closely with us,
it is usually considered impolite to stampede directly to the work at hand.
Normally we spend a little time on small talk, on socialising, on becoming
acquainted. You understand? I, and most Seattle businessmen, know your
customs are different. But perhaps not all... Japanese businessmen...
whose aid you may need, will be so tolerant." He's got a way of timing and
pauses and intonation that puts far more into his words than any
transcript will ever show. Something learned to beat wiretaps? Or just a
fallout from being Japanese?

"I am sorry. I meant no offence."

"And none is taken, Elliott-san, your training focussed on other matters. I
merely wish to ease your task."

Elliot-_san_. That must be significant. Apart from the fact that, by urban
legend, he should be calling me 'Erriot'. I dismiss that hastily, it's sort of
funny. Riku Matsehori's English is probably better than mine. "So, how may
I assist you?"

"I am not sure. But I have information I believe may assist _you_."

"And you get...?" Nothing's free and I don't care if I'm being rude.

He leans forward, holding my eyes. "Elliott-san, we are criminals by
conventional definition. But we are polite and well-behaved and
_disciplined_ criminals. We are... tolerated, because of that. Not liked,
not accepted, but tolerated. We curb street crime, we discourage robbery
and violence and crude assaults, we service certain needs society prefers
not to acknowledge. We assist in maintaining the proper order of things.

"Malone threatens that tolerance. He arrogantly seeks to face down law
enforcement by brute force. He and his kind succeeded in Vegas, but he
does not understand that Seattle is not Las Vegas. He will fail and he may
destroy me and my business in failing."

"Unless you bank some favours first?" I ask.

"Precisely. There _must_ be a rule of law. There will always be grey
markets such as mine. But without the law, there is no stability, no..." He
says something in Japanese.

"So, what have you got?"

"Malone's lieutenant, Cesare, met with me." Riku says simply. "And he told
me, bluntly, that he intended to seize certain of my territory and that if I
resisted I would suffer." The Yakuza shows me a map of the disputed
area.

"What did you say back?"

"I was more interested in how he made his intentions known, Agent
Elliott. Are you a linguist?"

"No." I admit. Never one of my strengths.

"Cesare was using an excellent Nihon linguasoft. The Sendakai 4.2, one of
the best available. And he used it correctly. His words carried great
meaning. Cesare is an intelligent and dangerous man, Agent Elliott."

"I got that impression, yeah. What meaning?"

"His word were - simply translated - that he was _compelled_ to
_demand_ territory from me. Demand, as in my co-operation was
assumed and resistance would be futile and bloody. Compelled, as in that
he was a faithful servant reluctantly obeying orders he doubted but but
could not refuse. He is not acting freely in the matter, but intends to do
Malone's bidding despite his doubts."

"So, what do you plan to do?" I ask after pausing to assimilate this.

"That depends upon you and the FBI and other agencies, Mr Elliott." Riku
replies. "I can withdraw and allow him bloodless victory _if_ I know he will
be punished for his intrusion and his criminal activities. If not, I must
fight. That will be a bloody and expensive affair for Seattle."

"I know." I've read reports of what can happen. "Okay. We'll go after
him."
After all, I'd planned to anyway. Now, maybe, I'm cracking through the ice
that froze me out before. Seneca won't help, the cops can't be trusted,
but Malone's competitors are another matter altogether.

It's a start.

+++++end diary]<<<<<
-- Tom Elliott <11:03:24/11-27-60>

From:	James Dening jdening@****.co.uk
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Tue, 13 Jun 2000 14:06:47 +0100

Message no. 3 *****PRIVATE: Jules
>>>>>[Sorry about the aborted meeting last time - I hope Bob
explained that I had to go out of town.

I hope you're free at the moment - what I feared has come to pass. Can
you be at the mansion tomorrow night? There'll be others there - I'm
putting together two teams. Some, you may have heard of, others you
won't. It will pay well, but the risks are commensurate. Do bring Mr Holden
-
I'll have chef get an extra beef fillet in.]<<<<<
-- Dona Minnie Descabiere <14:36:12/06-12-61>

From:	Lorna Buck lorna@******.fr
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Wed, 14 Jun 2000 13:53:14 +0200

Message no. 4 *****PRIVATE: Dona Minnie Descabiere
>>>>>[La Dona,

Only minor inconveniences at our end, and we've kept ourselves occupied in
the meantime. Nothing dramatic, just helping a few shopkeepers renegotiate
their "protection" arrangements on more favourable terms. Len has the
details, if you want to bring them into your fold.

We'll be along tonight. Don't worry about the fillet, Harold says he prefers
shank: something about the bones and the marrow. He goes all thoughtful and
furry if you question him in too much detail, though - quite amusing to
watch.]<<<<<
-- Jules <13:52:46/06-14-61>

From:	James Dening jdening@****.co.uk
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Wed, 14 Jun 2000 13:35:10 +0100

Message no. 5 *****PRIVATE: Jules
>>>>>[Excellent. I'll see you tonight.

Oh....and a certain Ms. Alba will also be present. I trust this
will not be a problem for you?

What am I saying? Of course it will be a problem...what I
mean is.....well...I hope you're alright about it.]<<<<<
-- Dona Minnie Descabiere <13:58:11/06-14-61>

From:	Lorna Buck lorna@******.fr
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Wed, 14 Jun 2000 18:21:55 +0200

Message no. 6 *****PRIVATE: Dona Minnie Descabiere
>>>>>[Alba... so she's still alive.

It makes things... interesting. It shouldn't be a problem, though, it's just
personal matters between us. She disappeared rather suddenly, after a
disagreement. No malice, certainly, but I was surprised that she just upped
sticks and vanished.

She was chasing a high-risk job. Too risky for Harold and I, we're not
skilled enough to handle it. She was... is. So she left us to take it on
without us. And did: it seems she succeeded. She certainly at least
survived.

Interesting.]<<<<<
-- Jules <18:20:45/06-14-61>

From:	James Dening jdening@****.co.uk
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Thu, 15 Jun 2000 10:14:42 +0100

Message no. 7 *****PRIVATE: Jules
>>>>>[She is indeed alive and well - well enough to take
an interest in this job. I haven't told her of your presence at
the meeting tonight.

Jules, you *do* realise that this mission is high risk? I'm
only asking you because I trust you.....to watch my back.

Yes, that's right - I'm coming along too.]<<<<<
-- Dona Minnie Descabiere <09:09:15/06-15-61>

From:	Lorna Buck lorna@******.fr
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Thu, 15 Jun 2000 12:03:18 +0200

Message no. 8 *****PRIVATE: Dona Minnie Descabiere
>>>>>[High risk? As long as it's appropriately rewarded and we're properly
equipped, I can live with that: and so far, that's not been a problem.
Harold and I will be rather eager to protect you, since we find your
employment so congenial.

This is serious to demand your participation...? Well, it should be a _very_
interesting meeting. See you tonight, then.]<<<<<
-- Jules <12:02:46/06-15-61>

From:	Rich Heales r_heales@*******.com
Subject:	Meeting.
Date:	Thu, 19 Oct 2000 17:48:55 -0400 (EDT)

Message no. 9 PRIVATE: Ravenwing
>>>>>[Yeah, some old Yakuza buddies wanted a chat. They were
very persistant, still i've got some friends left. They gave
me a hand and i'm still in the land of the living. I can get
to Randy's next week sometime, just tell me a date and i'll
make it.]<<<<<
--Whisper<22:52:14/10-19-61>

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From:	"Kenneth W.B. Cater" <caterk@******.UNCG.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Fri, 6 Aug 1993 16:49:24 EDT

Message no. 10 >>>>>[Due to system up grade, putting in new programs, I will not be
able to meet today, maybe monday, sorry]<<<<<
-- Flashfire <12:48:54/08-06-54>

--
_______________________________________________________________________________
>>>>>[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:	The Deb Decker <RJR96326@****.UTULSA.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Sat, 28 Aug 1993 10:52:48 -0500

Message no. 11 ERROR: This message seems to be empty. It is located at LOG9308D.TK::128950,262.

From:	"Adam E. Buchanan" <JVXNSYA@***.BITNET>
Subject:	meeting
Date:	Fri, 3 Dec 1993 14:45:44 -0500

Message no. 12 >>>>>[STREETWOLF, I have a to give to you. There is someone here that
wants to
speak with you. She says it is very important. Well I will let her tell you
what she wants to.]<<<<<
-- Patricia O'Connor(14:37:30/12:03:54)

>>>>>[STREETWOLF? Or can I call you by your real name? Patricia just said
I
could. Senra, How ya doin? This is Gwina. I hear you are back home and I was
thinking maybe we could get together sometime. I have moved back. We haven't
seen each other for a long time and I was just thinking that we should get
together and talk and have a good time. Well what say you? Here is my
location if you decide to come on over >>LOCATION<<. Just send me a message
if
you want to come. Thanks Patricia.]<<<<<
-- Colice Brightstar(14:45:20/12:03:54)

From:	"Adam E. Buchanan" <JVXNSYA@***.BITNET>
Subject:	Re: meeting
Date:	Sat, 4 Dec 1993 19:40:05 -0500

Message no. 13 >>>>>[Gwina, is it really ya? It 'as been to long since we saw each othre
last. I got yer new album an' I wa' really impress'd. I wou' love ta meet ya.
'ow abou' Tomorrow nigh' aftre dinner? We ca' the' talk abou' all th' old
times.]<<<<<
-- STREETWOLF(Fire is an Elf's Best Friend)(19:40:45/12:04:54)

From:	"James L. Bobolia" <James.L.Bobolia@*********.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Fri, 10 Dec 1993 18:39:46 EST

Message no. 14 >>>>>[Spice, you can count me in on this little meeting. I really don't
trust
anyone who offers data anonymously. Smells to much like a trap.]<<<<<
-- Red <15:39:01/12-10-54>

From:	Lars M Ericson <lericson@***.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Thu, 20 Jan 1994 17:13:06 CST

Message no. 15 *****Encrypt Bonejacker MPCP*****
>>>>>[Bonejacker, I have not seen you around the usual places for
quite a while. It appears that recent operations that the Team was
involved in has turned sour. Your assistance is once again
needed.]<<<<<
-- Reaper(17:05:45/01-20-55)

*****Encrypt DEATH SHROUD v.3.1 Reaper MPCP*****
>>>>>[I understand that you are a much sought after individual. Some
goons were down at the Sunburn a couple days ago flashing your
picture around and asking very direct questions. No need to worry
though, Grook gave them some false leads.]<<<<<
-- Bonejacker(17:07:32/01-20-55)

*****Encrypt Bonejacker MPCP*****
>>>>>[That was expected. The Team sans Bane is staying at Safehouse
Beta due to its location and surroundings. Meet us at the usual place
near there tonight at 2230. You might be followed so watch out.]<<<<<
-- Reaper(17:10:05/01-20-55)

*****Encrypt DEATH SHROUD v.3.1 Reaper MPCP*****
>>>>>[I'll be there.]<<<<<
-- Bonejacker(17:11:23/01-20-55)

From:	Lars M Ericson <lericson@***.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Mon, 24 Jan 1994 21:05:24 CST

Message no. 16 *****Encrypt DEATH SHROUD v.3.1 Sledge MPCP*****
>>>>>[I appreciate you responding so soon, Sledge. Be at the corner
Indigo Ave. and Corning St. Tonight at 2am. We'll pick you up for a
tactical meeting, and so that you can meet the rest of the team. By
the way, 1st of One is rather possessive of his encryption program
titles, I'd change it if I were you. See you then.]<<<<<
-- Bonejacker(21:08:21/01-24-55)

From:	Lars M Ericson <lericson@***.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Wed, 16 Feb 1994 15:43:13 CST

Message no. 17 *****Encrypt Vilya/Warped Warlock/Jacamus MPCPs*****
>>>>>[I will be at the Smoke Shop meeting on the 18th. I have several
feasible plans that must be discussed. Until then...]<<<<<
-- Morgue(15:46:10/02-16-55)

From:	The Powerhouse <P.C.Steele@*********.AC.UK>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Thu, 12 May 1994 18:16:16 +0100

Message no. 18 ***** PRIVATE Lager Louts
>>>>>[ Ok, we meet tonight at Polish's place at midnight, finalise any last
moment plans and then set out.

Watch out for the Tiger Shapeshifter, I still can't get rid of the feeling that
something has been following me all day. ]<<<<<
-The Powerhouse (18:15:44/12.5.55)

From:	Brian Rogers <rogers@****.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Sat, 1 Oct 1994 01:42:09 -0500

Message no. 19 ***** (PRIVATE): Blitzkrieg
>>>>>[ You have my address. Access to Council Island is a little
hard to just come by, why dont you meet me at Lorenzo's. Ill
be having dinner a little early tonight and if you want to
get a hold of me so we can talk, that would be the best place to find me.

Take care. I have made arrangements with my group to lend their
support to this endevor. There are few things more powerful than a
group of mages pissed off at once.

Send my reguards to your decker. I only recieved one phone call about
this tinkering around. Nice work. We can talk about other things
face to face. ]<<<<<
-- Kor <01:42:07 / 10-01-55>

From:	Brian Rogers <rogers@****.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Thu, 3 Nov 1994 16:37:25 -0600

Message no. 20 ***** PRIVATE: the Whistler
>>>>>[Again, sorry for the short notice. I have time to see / meet with
you
tonight. I am currently in Seattle. Do you have the time? Meat or
Astral, your choice.

Hey, have you heard anything from Kovac or ...ummm, what was that little
fragger's name? His brother or half brother or something like
that. He was supposed to be staying at a place I had set up for him but
I dont think he showed. Im starting to get a little worried. I had some
people that were instructed to keep him safe and out of trouble but
they either missed him or he didnt show up.

I might need your help on a run in the near future. You up for it? ]<<<<<

-- Kor <21:56:45 / 11-03-55>

From:	Erik S Jameson <esj@***.UUG.ARIZONA.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Fri, 4 Nov 1994 14:28:05 -0700

Message no. 21 *****PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[Nice to hear from you again. I was beginning to wonder what had
happened to you (as if that is my business). I understand Kovak made it
to Seattle, but as for his condition...I don't know. And his brother
(supposedly) Tarkis is in Seattle also I believe, but I could very well
be wrong. He is on the run from some metahuman terrrorist group, and
other than that, I really don't know.

So you might have a little action to throw my way? Sure, why not. I
took the last couple of weeks of to do some enchanting, so I'm more than
ready to go.]<<<<<
--the Whistler<14:30:14/11-4-55>

From:	Kenneth Christopher Gauvey <kg109091@***.CATS.OHIOU.EDU>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Wed, 1 Feb 1995 12:36:30 -0500

Message no. 22 *****Private: Zarkon
>>>>>Ok. I'll be there, maby I have too trusting of a nature. No tricks
allright. We will just talk it out and then if you still don't trust me I'll
take off and keep in touch.<<<<<
-- Abdiel <12:36:10 / 2-1-56>

From:	Kurt Montgomery <gilean@****.MUSCANET.COM>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Mon, 28 Oct 1996 16:31:51 -0600

Message no. 23 ***** PRIVATE: Harkion
>>>>>[John, I'm not going to be in the lab for about a week, can you do
without me? I have some discrete business to attend to.]<<<<<
-- Nodoze <20:00:35/10-27-57>

***** PRIVATE: Nodoze
>>>>>[That's no problem Shawn, but what have you gotten yourself into this
time?]<<<<<
-- Harkion <20:06:35/10-27-57>

***** PRIVATE: Bull
>>>>>[Bull? Are you there? I have some free time at the lab if you want to
meet now.]<<<<<
-- Harkion <20:07:43/10-27-57>

***** PRIVATE: Invasion_Force.l
>>>>>[I need to meet with someone privately sometime in the next few days
to
work some things out. Bull dosen't seem to be too responsive, so whoever is
in charge, meet me at >>Location<<, it's about a hour from
Chicago.]<<<<<
-- Harkion <20:08:35/10-27-57>

From:	Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Tue, 29 Oct 1996 00:50:16 +0000

Message no. 24 ***** PRIVATE: Harkion
>>>>>[ Harkion, I will be there. It is not Bull's fault, but he'sreallynot
too
responsive right now, with a reason. Will >>time<< suite
you?]<<<<<
-- Orion <20:12:35/10-27-57>

From:	Kurt Montgomery <gilean@****.MUSCANET.COM>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Fri, 4 Jan 1980 00:39:29 -0600

Message no. 25 At 12:50 AM 10/29/96 +0000, you wrote:
>***** PRIVATE: Harkion
>>>>>>[ Harkion, I will be there. It is not Bull's fault, but
he'sreallynot too
>responsive right now, with a reason. Will >>time<< suite
you?]<<<<<
> -- Orion <20:12:35/10-27-57>
>
>

***** PRIVATE:Orion
>>>>>[ That should work well. I will anticipate your
arrivial.]<<<<<
-- Harkion <08:52:34/10-28-57>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Fri, 22 Nov 1996 23:39:09 +0000

Message no. 26 *****PRIVATE: Jason R. Stormwind
>>>>>[Jas, are you or any of your people interested in being hired for
some information gathering? I'm being a Johnson for a change. Client
wants to meet and discuss this over dinner: the Eye, tomorrow night,
1900. Their tab, and I'll vouch for their peaceable intent.]<<<<<
-- The Mighty Quinn <19:32:21/11-21-57>

*****PRIVATE: Serenity Security Staff
>>>>>[I thought you should see this, so you could protest any
inaccuracies in the record. It pretty well speaks for itself.

+++++begin trideo
"I hope you don't mind our recording this." The handsome blonde Elf
adjusts the small trideo camera as it sits on the table. "It's merely a
useful way of logging what was discussed." You recognise Quinn,
Stormwind, Neuron Basher and Imp, plus the Elf and a dark-haired pudgy
human, seated around the table: from the Needle's vantage point, the
nighttime view of rainswept Seattle is breathtaking.

"In any case, introductions are in order. I am Edwin Pendleton, and this
is my associate, Charles Harcourt. We work for, and on behalf of, His
Majesty's Government."

Quinn grins. "And I'm The Mighty Quinn, this is Jason Stormwind, Imp and
Neuron Basher. How are Valerie and the children?"

Pendleton smiles. "Valerie's well, thank you. William's just started at
Brazenose, reading ancient history, and Josephine passed her RCB and
been accepted by the Anglians."
"Put her in the Paras, Edwin. We'll make a man out of her yet." The
Coyote shaman cackles happily. "And Charles, still having problems with
the diet?"

Harcourt regards his girth ruefully. "If they will keep holding meetings
in places like this, is it any surprise?"
"Mind over matter, Charles. Mind over matter." The shaman grins
wickedly. Harcourt leans forward with sudden interest, looking at Neuron
Basher's tie.
"New College?"
"No, Brooks Brothers." Neuron Basher smiles. "What, is there a secret
tie code?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." says Pendleton. "For instance, Lady
Rodriguez's fetching maroon and sky-blue scarf indicates her membership
of the Parachute Regiment. My associate's cravat indicates that he
serves with some distinction in the Royal Signals, while my own is
merely a school tie."
"Harrow, to be exact." interjects Quinn. "Edwin, as a true product of
the British aristocracy, has a great deal in common with a certain
Gilbert and Sullivan character."
"Baroness Glamis, I must object. Unlike the Great Poo-Bah, I was _not_
born sneering." Pendleton does smile. "In any case, I spy a waiter
approaching us."

The conversation pauses while exquisitely printed menus are distributed.
"I suppose there's no chance of egg and chips?" asks Harcourt
plaintively.
"Charles, we have a rare opportunity to dine at His Majesty's expense,
and I suggest you make such an unusual event memorable. Does anyone
object bitterly to the house wine? Harcourt, I am already quite aware
that you intend to order beer, but you will be sadly disappointed in the
colonial products on offer here. Unless they offer an imported brew, you
would be better advised to enjoy what appears to be a promising Cape
red."

The waiter discreetly returns and takes the orders. As first the wine,
then the starters arrive, Pendleton becomes more serious.

"I'm rather grateful to Lady Rodriguez for breaking the ice for me, but
I fear my business could be rather serious. We have been monitoring a
situation within the UCAS for some time that has caused us considerable
concern. I hope you understand the necessity for monitoring our allies
as well as our enemies... in any case, there appears to be a highly-
placed rogue within the UCAS intelligence system."

"So what else is new?" asks Stormwind with a hint of cynicism. "Ames,
Reynolds, Flude, Bartlett, seems evereyone in the UCAS spook business is
a spy for someone."

"Sadly true. However, this individual offers particular cause for
concern. His nom-de-guerre is Farmer. I believe you may have encountered
his operatives already? I also am led to understand that he was
responsible for certain events involving the mass murder of refugees in
and around Chicago." Stormwind sits up a little at that.

"There are hints that he has other interests in the Windy City. We have
quite definite proof linking him to Aztlan. Somewhat contradictory, our
Mr Farmer, until you realise that he's motivated by greed and ambition,
not any political or magical cause. His known collaboration with Aztlan
is limited to sabotaging the UCAS assistance to the Yucatan in exchange
for funding and covert assistance, his links to the... denizens of
Chicago appear to merely involve providing a measure of protection
against the Army, and channels of egress, in exchange for money. There
is, after all, the wealth of a city inside the Zone."

Stormwind nods, looking doubtful. "And while this concerns us, how do we
get involved?"

The Elf tops up his glass. "HMG values the friendship of most of the
North American states, most particularly the UCAS and Confederacy. We
are concerned at Farmer's actions, but short of carrying out actual
espionage against a valued ally our options are limited. We are
especially constrained in some of the more, ah, intrusive methods of
gathering information.

"However, if a group of reputable, respectable and efficient UCAS
citizens were to become involved, investigating our concerns for us,
then these matters might better be brought to light and Farmer's
behaviour and habits revealed for proper enquiry. Yourselves, for
instance." Pendleton smiles.

"How overt is this?" asks Imp.
"We would prefer a measure of discretion." Pendleton sips his wine.
"However, this is - at least for now - an entirely legal transaction,
and discretion is required rather than secrecy." He reaches into his
jacket. "Excuse me. Harcourt, a moment of your time, I believe London is
calling."

"So, they wander off to let us talk about them behind their back?" asks
Imp mischievously.
"Sure, except the camera's still running." Quinn pulls an outrageous and
probably magically-assisted face at it.
"Who are these guys, anyway?" Neuron Basher inquires. "Come on, Quinn,
spill it."
"Well, don't let the aristo-and-prole act fool you. Those two are
serious and dangerous. Harcourt's a Matrix jockey from GCHQ Cheltenham.
Pendleton is with Five."
"Five?" Stormwind looks curious.
"MI5. MI as in Military Intelligence. Five handle internal and
defensive. Six handle external and aggressive. It's a good sign we're
dealing with Pendleton, suggests they want information not muscle.
Though the wording of their inquiry mentioned 'capable' help, which is
why I asked for Imp."

"More codes?" asks Neuron Basher.
"It's all codes when you deal with British civil servants. If they tell
you an idea is 'novel' it means they think you'll regret it. If it's
'courageous' then it'll get you killed. 'Capable' means 'we can use you
instead of sending the Hereford boys'. They were particularly happy when
I mentioned your name, Imp, your team made a real impression at Whinney
Hill." As she finishes, Pendleton and Harcourt return, as the waiters
efficiently clear the remnants of the main course and lay out dessert.

"Mr Stormwind, if I may summarise what we require from you, and why. We
will have certain avenues of enquiry we wish pursued, and will pay you
well to do so. The results from these will - if you confirm our
suspicions - allow us to bypass certain internal constraints, set in
place to prevent the wastage or diversion of resources. On a few
occasions, we may require direct action to be taken: I would offhand
expect us to handle the majority of this, but it would assist greatly if
our people were to have friendly faces, local help and a reasonably
secure lodging while operating here.

"Are you, in principle, interested?"

Stormwind nods. "Lose the camera."

<pause>

Quinn shrugs. "Fine by me, I don't mind running liaison."

"And by us, Mr Stormwind. We are not paying you enough to endanger your
business." Pendleton smiles and it even reaches his eyes this time. "Our
contracts people will be in touch to negotiate details."
+++++end trideo

Speak now or forever hold your pieces. Or something like that.]<<<<<
-- The Mighty Quinn <23:37:52/11-21-57>

From:	Justin Fang <justinf@****.CALTECH.EDU>
Subject:	meeting
Date:	Tue, 28 Oct 1997 13:15:22 -0800

Message no. 27 *****PRRIVATE: Weaver, Fang
>>>>>[I think it's about time to meet, compare notes, and do some planning.
How's >>encrypted<< at >>encrypted<<? Good food, no questions.
Sam will be
there too, here's her pic so there's no surprises:
+++++include Sam.pict
]<<<<<
-- Cat in the Hat <20:10:12/10-28-58>

From:	Jeffrey Mach <mach@****.CALTECH.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Tue, 28 Oct 1997 17:01:16 -0800

Message no. 28 *****PRIVATE: Cat in the Hat, Sam I Am, Weaver
>>>>>[I concur with tomorrow afternoon. I bugged myself and got some more
interior footage tonight. What I saw, I didn't like. One of the men I
had suspected of being security early on was acting even more so. I think
the right word is "on edge." Also, I believe I found another member of
the interior detachment. While any finger pointing would be pointless, I
suspect they may know that they are being watched. If anything, they may
have grown suspicious over Uncle Joe's initial post. Serenity may have a
listening post in Shadowland. To save bandwidth, I will share my findings
with you tomorrow.]<<<<<
-- Fang <23:45:03/10-28-58 PST>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Fri, 7 Nov 1997 18:06:50 +0000

Message no. 29 *****INTERNAL: Hawker Mining Incorporated
>>>>>[+++++begin minutes
Minutes of Emergency Security Meeting, 7 November 2058

Present:
Angelo Morales, Director of Overseas Security (HM, Chairman)
Joanne Pestell, Deputy Finance Director (HM)
Benjamin Hampling, Intern (HM, secretary)

Colonel Sergei N Rusanov, CO Rusanov's Rebels (RR)
Colonel Rebekkah R T D Rusanov, Senior Administrative Officer (RR)

PURPOSE OF MEETING
The meeting was called by Colonel Rusanov, S to discuss alleged changes
in the situation of Hawker assets in the Republic of Yemen, those assets
being secured by 3 x platoons of Rusanov's Rebels IAW contract
>>number<<

Colonel Rusanov, S claimed that a sizeable military force was operating
in the mountainous terrain north of the mine camps, and produced low-
resolution satellite imagery purporting to prove this. He suggested an
urgent reinforcement of the forces securing the Hawker assets in that
area. Colonel Rusanov, R presented a costed proposal.

+++++include proposal.dat

Ms Pestell enquired as to supporting evidence, and Colonel Rusanov, R
indicated his data came via "human intelligence" and commercial
satellite imagery. Ms Pestell enquired as to likely effects if the data
were correct and no action were taken, and Colonel Rusanov, R indicated
that such a force could easily overwhelm the current defences of any one
camp, and could seize all three in succession within one week of
commencement of hostilites.

Mr Morales asked how long reinforcement would take: Colonel Rusanov, R
replied that transporting two companies of additional troops by air
would require one thousand tons of air freight, at a duration of four to
six days and a cost of approximately seven million nuyen. To dispatch
them by ship would cost two million nuyen, but would require sixteen to
eighteen days.

Ms Pestell indicated her concern at the costs involved, and enquired as
to cheaper alternatives. Colonel Rusanov, R replied that the cheapest
option involved fifteen-knot general cargo vessels, requiring four days
for loading, thirty-two days for transport and seven days for unloading
and deployment, at a cost of just over one million nuyen.

Colonel Rusanov, S offered to prepare a proposal for a limited
reinforcement of the sites using the Rebels' organic air support, as a
lower-cost option. Ms Pestell replied that the running costs of the
additional troops and equipment were her greater concern, as they would
have a greater impact upon the quarterly budget statements.

Mr Morales stated that the Company did not share Colonel Rusanov's
assessment of a threat, and that the evidence available was insufficient
to justify the expenditure involved in hiring the force and transporting
it to the Yemen in a timely manner. Ms Pestell concurred, pointing out
that freight costs alone for such reinforcement would consume one
month's profit from all three mines and the cost of the additional
security would reduce the mines' return on capital invested below the
Company minimum threshold.

Colonel Rusanov, R replied that an attack by a force of this size would
invalidate the Rebels' contract and trigger substantial penalty clauses.

Mr Morales reiterated that until some evidence of the presence of such a
force, and its hostile intent towards the Hawker camps, was present then
Hawker could not justify jeopardising profitability. He pointed out that
in the event of an attack by this force on corporate assets, Hawker
would seek assistance from the Corporate Court, who would not allow such
a blatant attack on a member's assets to go unpunished: and that "Akbar"
would surely be aware of this.

Mr Morales continued, that Akbar's goal was conquest of the Yemen, and
that he could not hope to succeed in this goal without the consent of
the corporations in the region. Thus, there was no direct risk to the
Hawker assets in the region.

Mr Morales declared the matter closed.

There was no other business.
+++++end minutes]<<<<<
-- B E Hampling <18:06:32/11-07-58>
Intern
Hawker Mining Incorporated

From:	Sean Marshall <methos@****.NET>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Wed, 15 Jul 1998 20:23:31 -0500

Message no. 30 *****PRIVATE:BDInc, Jett, Jazz, Wylde Chylde
>>>>>[The Peach Pit is prepped. No "unknown" locals will be
there. We
have the place to ourselves. I had to pay good nuyen to do it. We even
have a secure access point if anyone cares to look up and last minute
details in the Matrix. I know I am going to continue getting updates right
up until Zero Hour.

I am here now. I got here early for security reasons. When it comes right
down to it, I trust very few people. I am sitting in a corner booth.
Plenty of room, and food, for everyone. (even those with thyroid problems
BigDaddy).

On security, I got white noise and sundry other devices scattered about.
A mosquito will not be able to fart that we won't know about.

When you approach, do so from the front. Look at the window immediately to
the right of the door. If you see a Coors bottle lying on its side
everything is cool. If you don't see one, don't come in. (or maybe do
come in, cause I will most likely be in for a world of trouble.

See you soon.]<<<<<
--Methos<20:22:34/07-15-59>

From:	BigDaddy <bigdaddy@*****.COM>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Thu, 16 Jul 1998 00:29:54 -0400

Message no. 31 *****PRIVATE:Methos, Jett, Jazz, Wylde Chylde
>>>>>[Howdy ya'll. Sorry bout the delay we were tailed from SS country to
here. Not a good idea if you try to remain inconspicous. We will be there in 10
min.]<<<<<
--BigDaddy<21:50:54/07-15-59>

From:	Sean Marshall <methos@****.NET>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Wed, 15 Jul 1998 23:46:36 -0500

Message no. 32 *****PRIVATE:BDInc
>>>>>[We are waiting .]<<<<<
--BigDaddy<21:50:54/07-15-59>

From:	BigDaddy <bigdaddy@*****.COM>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Thu, 16 Jul 1998 02:13:36 -0400

Message no. 33 *****PRIVATE:BDInc, Methos

>>>>>[
+++++DroneSecurity Cam:
BigDaddy enters the room through the glass doors.The 8.5ft tall black
skinned troll in busines suit, pinstripes and all glances about the
room. Next to him is a short red-bearded dwarf dressed in blue jeans,
brown leather jacket and a golf cap. To his left a tall strapping young
man, decked in blue jeans, an orange shirt, flanels and a orange hat
that says "Gimme an H!" Striding down the corner the trio spots Methos
lounging in a corner.

"Methos, may I present you with BDInc: Tons of Fun to my right and Homer
to my left. I heard you want to talk to us?"]<<<<<<
--BigDaddy<20:24:41/07-15-59>

From:	Duncan McNeill-Burton <dmcneill@************.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Thu, 16 Jul 1998 18:10:42 -0400

Message no. 34 *****PRIVATE:Big Daddy

>>>>>[ Nice to meet you. Enjoy your napalm. I'm sorry about the
container, but carrying it in an old beer keg was less conspicuous than
having a big metal drum with all the correct safety labels. Enjoy.
]<<<<<<
--Wylde Chylde<18:05:21/07-16-59>

*****PRIVATE:Methos

>>>>>[ I hope you are prepared to get this done. Let's work.
]<<<<<
--Wylde Chylde<18:08:17/07-16-59>

From:	Sean Marshall <methos@****.NET>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Thu, 16 Jul 1998 17:40:17 -0500

Message no. 35 *****PRIVATE:BDInc, Wylde Chylde, Jett, Jazz

>>>>>[It looks like we are good to go. All plans are in place. Kill
confirmation is, of course required before full payment. But here is a
hefty expense payment >>sufficient amount<< I will be more than happy to
pass out the rest when work is complete. And I am not forgetting the
suicide bonuses.]<<<<<<
-- Methos <17:38:15/07-16-59>

*****PRIVATE:Wylde Chylde

>>>>>[I will meet you outside the Peach Pit. My limo is there, with all
the gear we need.]<<<<<
-- Methos <17:39:17/07-16-59>

From:	Duncan McNeill-Burton <dmcneill@************.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Thu, 16 Jul 1998 19:08:21 -0400

Message no. 36 *****PRIVATE:Methos
>>>>>[ I will be there. Would it be problem if I gassed him and threw him
off a building? ]<<<<<
--Wylde Chylde <19:06:20/07-16-59>

From:	Jett <zmjett@*********.COM>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Thu, 16 Jul 1998 19:42:23 -0400

Message no. 37 *****PRIVATE:Methos
>>>>>[Jazz and I are ready to move. This'll be my last job as Jett, for
now, so I'm gonna make it good. I figure since you're doing this much to
help me, the least I can do is make this a keeper.]<<<<<<
-- Jett <18:23:56/07-16-59>

*****PRIVATE:Jazz
>>>>>[I'm ready to go if you are. Meet me at my apartment, we'll get
geared up and get this show on the road.]<<<<<
-- Jett <18:39:17/07-16-59>

From:	fastjack <fastjack@*****.net>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Fri, 17 Nov 1995 16:52:53 -0500 (EST)

Message no. 38 *****PRIVATE: Palus
>>>>>[Hey. I was just dropping you a line because your phone was busy.
We need to, ahh, meet to talk about this little idea I got. It's a real
mind-boggler so I printed out some, well, some print-outs, and I'll bring
'em. You mail me back with where you want to meet. I was, ah, thinking
along the lines of something not too fancy, but I don't want to go to
Mickey Dee's again, alright? See you around, I guess. And, if it isn't
that confidential, could you tell me what everyone thought of my little
presentation on, uhh, the project? See you around.]<<<<<
-- The Edge <4:52:47/11-17-56>

From:	plblack@********.com (Patrick L. Black)
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Mon, 11 Mar 1996 21:47:00 -0700

Message no. 39 *****Private: Wintergeist
>>>>>[No problem. I'm just glad that the boy has been recovered. I will
meet Mr. Blackthorne at the Playhouse at noon as you requested.

Do I have to bring him to the Hilton? I have unfond memories of that place.
Never mind, I will deal with them at the proper time.]<<<<<
-- Cuval <21:25:36/03-11-57>

>>>>>[Boy, I guess some people just have no luck at all. Remember that guy
they found hanging from the Seattle Hilton last week. Well, it just keeps
going for him. I saw a report today that Wilson Ueda, the Manager of the
Hilton, fired him today, citing the faulty maintainence charges brought
against the company by Lone Star.

Mr. Ueda is quoted as saying "...his responsibility. He caused the deaths
of six innocent people at our hotel. We here at the Hilton regret that the
negligence and incompetence of one of our employees would cost our customers
their lives. We cannot have such a man working for us. We have also begun
collecting money to establish a fund for the families of the victims."

For some people I guess it's true what they say- If it wasn't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all.]<<<<<
-- Kodachrome <21:32:01/03-11-57>

From:	Brian Rogers <rogers@****.uiuc.edu>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Sat, 27 Apr 1996 01:15:35 -0500

Message no. 40 ***** PRIVATE: Morgue, Imp, Edge, Gohei
>>>>>[The place is down in little Korea. Pretty easy to find. Private
rooms available. The address is >>encrypted<<. When you get there ask
for Mitaka. I trust that I do not need to stress the fact that this
is a safe place and no need to bring hardware into the building wwith you.
Leave it in the car.

Bring an appetite, the food is most wonderful. Dinner's on me.]<<<<<
-- Kor <06:06:17 / 04-27-57>

From:	Lars M Ericson <lericson@***.edu>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Sun, 28 Apr 1996 11:27:10 -0500 (CDT)

Message no. 41 ***PRIVATE: Mako, Kor
>>>>>[I will be present for the pre-op meeting at the location mentioned.
Armament will be lept at a minimum as requested. Until then...]<<<<<
-- Morgue (11:29:05/04-28-57)

From:	Brian Rogers <rogers@****.uiuc.edu>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Fri, 3 May 1996 19:15:10 -0500

Message no. 42 ***** PRIVATE: Orion
>>>>>[Casual.

I will be bringing a total of 3 people, including myself. I give you
this information to put you more at ease, rather than to make you more nervous.

Two friends. Both are mages. Just to keep thing on an even keel.

They both know that I too do not wish to have any problems and will not
initiate any save to pull my body out of the line of fire. Pre-emptive
strikes have been forbidden.

I will be there.]<<<<<
-- Kor <00:13:15 / 05-04-57>

From:	Brian Rogers <rogers@****.uiuc.edu>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Fri, 24 May 1996 18:17:47 -0500

Message no. 43 ***** PRIVATE: Easy, Orion
>>>>>[Ill be there. Im bringing pretty much just me. I was unable to
find anyone that I trusted to come along, and, well, I dont think I need
a baby sitter tonight.

Easy -- So Jason got a hold of you? Excellent. From what I gathered,
he's scrambling trying to find a way to fit you in with his security
company. There isn't a lot of call for people in your line of
work.]<<<<<
-- Kor <23:01:43 / 05-24-57>

***** PRIVATE: Orion
>>>>>[I'd like to get a chance to talk with your Bear Shaman. If you could

arrange that, it would be greatly appreciated.]<<<<<
-- Kor <23:03:16 / 05-24-57>

From:	"Randy Nickel (General)" <a-randyn@*********.com>
Subject:	RE: Meeting
Date:	Fri, 24 May 1996 16:30:08 -0700

Message no. 44 ***** PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[Sure. No problem I'll ask Kodiak to join us. I will probably bring
Black Cat also he would insist.]<<<<<
-- Orion <the Hunter>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Sat, 25 May 1996 11:15:31 +0100

Message no. 45 *****PRIVATE: Kor
>>>>>[THank you for setting me up with Mr Stormwind. I don't know if
he's going to be able to use me - as you say, security companies don't
usually need assassins - but I try to be versatile, and contacts are the
next best thing to work. He lent me some money, too, so I'm covered for
a while.]<<<<<
-- Easy <11:20:33/05-25-57>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Sat, 3 Aug 1996 01:05:58 +0100

Message no. 46 *****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: D J H Coppinger, Director
David, I just ran into an old friend. Jedburgh, from the Company. You'd
better see for yourself what we had to talk about.

+++++begin simsense/trideo transcription
The view is into the engine compartment of a car, and a powerful one.
The cylinder block is a V-12, and a powerful blower squats in the angle:
though the engine space is large, the motor fills it. The viewer seems
to be checking, cleaning and regapping the spark plugs when a voice
calls out.

"Ho there! How's the Leopard Lady?" A Southern accent.
Lilith's view twists around to take in a bulky man in a rumpled linen
suit. At a glance he looks fat, but you recognise that his size is
mostly muscle, with just a little middle-aged spread to widen his waist.

"Well, well, well, look who crawled out from under his rock in the
Yucatan. Darius Chester Jedburgh, as I live and breathe." Lilith's New
York drawl sounds pleased. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm okay. Just back home to clean up the paperwork, tidy up a few
loose ends, that kind of thing."
"How's Austin?"

Jedburgh pauses, then shrugs. His friendly smile fades.
"Austin's dead, Lilith."
"Oh, shit, Darius. I'm sorry. Any idea who?"
"Nope. Some Aztlan sniper knew exactly where to wait. Time, place.
Austin was waiting for an airdrop, just one face among nine, the sniper
fired one shot, killed her outright. You believe in that kind of
coincidence?"
"No." Lilith closes the car's hood - you recognise her Interceptor - and
turns to Jedburgh. "But you're not here because of Austin. Except if
there's a leak and we find it, I'll FedEx you the guy's balls."

"Thanks, Lilith. I came here because we got an estimate on something
called Wild Rose. Some wild-ass plan to wipe out SIGA, supposedly."
"Again?" The woman sounds amused as she lights a cigarette, offers the
pack to Jedburgh who gratefully accepts.
"Yep. Revenge hit, by a A or AA corporation, for SIGA messing with some
plan or other. Real wild-ass shit, something vague about artillery and
shelling the Pentagon. Just wondered if you'd heard anything about it."

"No. Wild Rose... No. Hope you didn't pay much for it."
"Ten thousand, cash, as part of a batch. Most of the batch turned out to
be sort of right, but all too damn vague to be any use." Jedburgh
produces a hip flask, offers it to Lilith who unscrews it.

"To Austin, and the trails she blazed." She takes a slug, adds something
in another language, drinks again and hands the flask back to Jedburgh.
"A-men." Jedburgh also drinks, and there is a long silence.

"Thanks for the tip. Might be a threat there." Lilith draws on her
Marlboro. "We'll watch it."
"Yeah. Well, when we caught the sniper, he said he got his tipoff from
some guy called Harrow. Time, place, and pictures of Austin. Might mean
much, might not. He died before he got too talkative." Jedburgh flexes
his fingers. "Pity. I was kind of emotional at the time, didn't maintain
the proper detachment."
"Yeah. It's a bitch when that happens."
"The pictures were from her CIA file, though. You and Lynch still...?"
"Hoping to get married. Just arranging the venue. You're invited, of
course."
+++++end recording

We cut to personal stuff after that. Damn it, David, I knew Beverly, we
can't afford to lose people like that.

And Harrow was one of Karlsbruhn's names. I didn't tell Darius that,
yet. I hope he forgives me for that.

I really don't like the sound of this. If these guys are selling out CIA
advisors in the Yucatan as well as going after SIGA and trying to kill
shadowrunners, it shows an unpleasant ruthlessness, and either an
alarming lack of intelligence or a frightening arrogance.]<<<<<
-- 1Lt Lilith DiAnnio <00:54:42/08-03-57>

From:	William Kristoph Wonch <00095857@******.unl.edu>
Subject:	Meeting
Date:	Mon, 05 Aug 1996 12:41:36 -0500 (CDT)

Message no. 47 *****PRIVATE: Haversham
>>>>>[I don't know if you're watching the boards, but it's the only
way I could think of to get in touch with you. I need some
information. Things with Farmer are beginning to come to a head. You
pick the time/place and I'll be there. You seem to know more than
anyone about what is going on.]<<<<<
--Redemption <12:45:30/08-05-57>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk>
Subject:	Re: Meeting
Date:	Mon, 5 Aug 1996 22:52:46 +0100

Message no. 48 *****PRIVATE: Redemption
>>>>>[Of course I monitor these boards, foolish child <fond smile> At
my
age, I have few enough diversions. And I am quite willing to meet with
you.

Hotels are so convenient. Come to the Seattle Hilton at >>encrypted<<,
and ask for Haversham. I will vouch for your conduct if you wish to
bring a weapon, though you will not need it.]<<<<<
-- Miss Haversham <22:51:32/08-05-57>

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