| From: | "JOHN SPAIN<YEAR 2 OR BUST>" <93135653@****.DCU.IE> |
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| Subject: | Misterious strangers.... |
| Date: | Wed, 10 May 1995 15:05:31 +0000 |
>>>>>[Something very...upsetting happened to me yesterday, Enrique.
+++++INCLUDE: Video
You are looking at a video recording, obviously from someone's cyberoptics,
The image seems to bob around in a strange manner as the person walks.
The quality is excellent. Obviously, these are no cheapo implants,
but top of the line eyes.
The image you see is that of a wood panelled lift. The point of view turns as
the person moves his...her head and looks at herself in the mirror.
The image in the mirror is that of an attractive, mature woman.
From her appearance alone it would be hard to determine her age,
she could be anywhere between 25 to 50, considering the medicare the corps
go for. But from her demeanour it is obvious that she's no corp-brat.
Her head turns again as the doors open, and she steps out into a large,
elegant dining room full of people.
She sits down at a large table and succintly orders a light meal.
While she waits, a window opens in her field of vision and text begins to
scroll rapidly. You catch glimpses of the names 'Griffyn, GoD, Freddy
Frypp' among other meaningless stuff. A letter begins to write itself
in the box.
Suddenly, a man sits at the opposite side of the table. The woman blinks
and the window dissapears. 'Who do you think you...' Her outburst stops
when she sees the man's face.
The man is extremely thin. His skin is pale and gray, and his hair looks
flaxen and unhealthy. His smile is meant to be friendly, but his sunken
cheeks make it look ghastly. He looks like a cadaver warmed up.
'You...you are dead...' says the woman.
The man says nothing... just continues grinning hideously. He points at his
neck, revealing two large scars beneath his jaw, and hands her a piece of
paper.
The woman focuses on the hastily scribbled note:
CAN'T TALk, OPeRATION...REMOVED IMPLANTS...WiLL GEt BETTER
NEEDED TO sEE You... I nEED you HElp
The man reaches accross the table and grasps her hand.
The woman flinches violently and pulls back her hand.
'NO!' She screams.
People around stop eating and look in their direction.
The woman points her arm at the man and jerks her hand upwards. The seemingly
innofensive brazalet on her wrist spits fire. The man falls back with a
shocked expression in his face.
The woman starts to run towards the lift. Halfway there she looks back,
The skeletal man is getting up, seemingly unharmed.
He shouts 'Gre-heeee-Haaa', his voice a shrill croak
and starts to chase her.
The woman turns around, and in her haste to escape, collides with a security
guard.
'Stop him! Stop that man!' She says.
The security guard nods and runs towards the man.
The woman reaches the lift and enters it, pushing aside a fat woman with a
little dog. As the lift closes, she sees the skeletal man running towards
the service exit, leaving the unconscious security guard behind him.
As the doors close, several shots ring out
The cyberoptics mist up.
-end video
What do you think? Did I act correctly Enrique?]<<<<<
-- M. Executor (12:34:23/05-07-56)
*****PRIVATE: M. Executor
>>>>>[You did well Rebecca. It is as I feared. Teutone is aware of our
intentions, and is counterattacking in the foulest manner possible.
I will send Tehuactlipoc to your residence immediately to protect
you.]<<<<<
-- Vargas (12:43:45/05-07-56)
