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Message no. 1
From: Steve Huth <HUTH@***.EDU>
Subject: Message
Date: Wed, 30 Jun 1993 15:55:17 -0700
>>>>>[Ah, well, hello again, people. Uh, it's me, Mask, again. I just had
an interesting message delivered to me. It says that an organization is
available to help us with our spider problems, and to wait for further
offers of help. I think, well, umm, I certainly don't like people knowing
where I live, anyway. Can I get some help here? 3305 N 7th, in Tacoma.

Until I get a new place, anyway.]<<<<<
-- Mask <15:44:12/06-30-54>
Message no. 2
From: High Lord of House Wolf <vorien@******.COM>
Subject: Message...
Date: Tue, 31 May 1994 08:32:56 -0700
*****PRIVATE: Bighorn
>>>>>[My condolences on your current difficulties. Perhaps I can be of
service. I am somewhat experienced in these matters.
+++++ Download: Bio-bit +++++
If you find my abilities of interest, contact me through >>Encrypted<< in
the next day or two if possible.]<<<<<
-- Vorien <09:32:15 / 05-31-55>
Message no. 3
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Message
Date: Mon, 10 Nov 1997 22:12:52 +0000
>>>>>[TO: 1Lt L R W Lynch

Lilith, we just got some traffic from the embassy in Aden. A woman from
Camp One turned up, alive and fine. Some mad merc called Lynch got her
out and put her in a truck headed for town. Last she saw of him he was
alive and well and heading back to give Akbar hell.

He also said to tell you "Young British Soldier". What does that
-- LCdr R E Tarkington <Furry:Fighting:Felines/Rule-The-Skies>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

>>>>>[TO: LCdr R E Tarkington

It's a poem, by Kipling. Lynch likes Kipling. Especially a few of the

" When half of your bullets fly wide in the ditch
Don't call your Martini a cross-eyed old witch
She's human as you are, you treat her as sitch
And she'll fight for the young British soldier.

When shaking their bustles like ladies so fine
The guns of the enemy wheel into line
Shoot low at the limbers and don't mind the shine
For noise never startles a soldier.

When your officer's dead and the sergeants look white
Remember it's ruin to run from a fight
So take open order, lay down and sit tight
And wait for support like a soldier.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains
And the women come out to cut up what remains
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
And go to your God like a soldier."

He's telling us he's going to stay and fight. He's _good_ at that.]<<<<<
-- 1Lt L R W Lynch <21:58:42/11-10-58>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

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