| From: | Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE> |
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| Subject: | Military logs 001 |
| Date: | Fri, 1 Aug 1997 18:07:05 +0000 |
CLASSIFIED: TOP SECRET
>>>>>[ The Shadowrunners 1Lt J R W Lynch sent into CCZ offered these
files on de-brief. Classified TOP SECRET.
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The picture the camera captures show the mercenaries having taken
cover in a warehouse district, covering all sides. About 50 meters off a
group of four people can be seen, their backs to the camera. The area
looks deserted. Some stains of old, dried blood are on the sidewalks,
and quite a lot spent ammo cases can be seen on a closer look, as well
as bullet holes in the buildings nearby. It's ghostly silent, the only
sound to be heared occasionally is a mercenary moving.
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Suddenly the four people are clearly visible as the view zooms in on
them. Canis and Hamish are clearly distinguishable by their clothing,
and Minx can always be recognized, of course. The last one seems to be
Fohdytoo by the way he hip-braces his automatic shotgun. Apart from
Fohdytoo, noone has his (or her) weapon ready, although they keep them
within reach.
After a few seconds three people emerge from a building nearby. They
wear light body armor with a city-camouflage pattern and hold their Ares
Combat Guns ready. Although they sport no unit or nationality signs,
they move with the precision of an elite unit. They stop about five
meters away from the shadowrunners.
"Yup?" the one in front demands to know.
"ID request, err..." Canis begins to answer, then hesitates.
"Tango-Delta 54" Fohdytoo finishes the sentence, while Minx and Hamish
grin at each other. "Yeah, right, that one." Canis smirks.
The soldier glances at Canis' rank insignia suspiciously, then saluts
hesitantly, and responds: "UCAS Special Forces, Corporal Barry Yale."
The shadowrunners return the salut in various degrees of
professionalism, and only when Canis states his rank as "Lieutenant
H.C." Yale looks somewhat puzzled.
"We are here to give you latest report from your HQs, we have some chips
here..." Canis pads the pockets of his uniform jacket until he finally
pulls out a chip carrier and hands it to Cpl Yates.
"Per..." Canis glances at Fohdytoo again who continues the sentence
again, "...special order Tango-Delta 668."
"...we are here to request the data you collected so far. Instructions
should be on the chips."
"Just a second. We'll check." The UCAS officer hands the chip to one of
his appearantly subordinates who takes it and jogs back toward the
building they came from. After about 15 seconds Lt Yale, who hasn't
moved, suddenly seems to listen to something, then nods, and even
manages a smile.
"OK. The report will be compiled in a moment. Anyone want a coffee while
we wait?" he asks. The athmosphere isn't as tense as it was before, and
both Canis and Fohdytoo produce packs of cigarettes and offer them
around.
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-- Lt Miller <18:25:43/08-01-58>
Military Intelligence
UCAS Armed Forces
