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Message no. 1
From: Brian Angliss <angliss@*****.COLORADO.EDU>
Subject: My clinic
Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 11:56:41 -0700
*****PRIVATE: Lynch
>>>>>[Give me some time to get everything back up and running again. Ares
came down on us hard - I guess someone's still holding a grudge from my
old MilTech days. I'll let you know when I'm back up and running.

I know you've got some location cyber in your head, Lynch, and that could
be a problem with the next place. Driving everyone all over hell and gone
to lose tails and mess with people's sense of direction only matters if
you don't have cyber GPS systems or intertial sensors. They'll have to be
disabled before I'll let you in. The clinic crew did good and upgraded
everything to include some of the wizzest jammer tech I've ever even heard
of, as well as the latest cyberscanners (they even took out one of my
miniguns on the Hudson to fit all the electronics in), and security is
even better this time than it was before, but I'd still hate to not let
you ever wake up again.

Just laying it out on the table so you know what's up.]<<<<<
-- Action Jackson <11:58:09/03-17-58>
Message no. 2
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: My clinic
Date: Wed, 18 Mar 1998 03:00:34 +0000
*****PRIVATE: Action Jackson
>>>>>[You don't need _too_ many worries about the NAVDAT in my head. If
all else fails, I could have hauled you in a while ago. Instead I tipped
you about the problem <g>. I come see you, the orientation system's shut
down if I'm conscious. If not, then entering the system code BELLEAU
WOOD will wipe the buffers and shut the system down before I wake up.
Good enough?

I've got no stake in shutting you down, Alex. You're a friend. If you go
rogue, then there'll be a lot more than me coming for you, and unless
you go _really_ berserk I can point out how I got bigger fish to fry
than one vampire cyberdoc.

If you _don't_ go on a blood-soaked rampage, then it's real handy having
a friend with a medical degree who's worked on me and my cyber before
around, to patch me up outside of any official databanks.


You need a hand getting things back on line, my employers might be
persuaded to help. You know what that means, you end up patching shot-up
spooks for not much over expenses and you're a matter of official record
in a Government databank. I'm passing on the offer I know they'd make:
in your shoes I'd politely refuse, but I'm not you. I'd offer to help
myself, but that's probably more compromise than you want to make, and
besides I already got scumbags stacked ten feet high to deal with.]<<<<<
-- Lynch <02:54:45/03-18-59>
Message no. 3
From: Brian Angliss <angliss@*****.COLORADO.EDU>
Subject: Re: My clinic
Date: Tue, 17 Mar 1998 23:32:23 -0700
*****PRIVATE: Lynch
>>>>>[I'm well aware that you could have shut me down and hauled me in.
>>>>>That and the fact we're friends are why I needed to tell you the way
>>>>>things are now before you got surprised by them. Thanks for the codes
>>>>>to your navdat cyber - I know they're easy enough to change, but you
>>>>>won't ever need to unless you come into my care unexpectedly.

To be fair, we've also upgraded all the transit vehicles so that they've
got the best signal jamming they can take. Powerful enough to shut down
about a city block, and certainly enough to scramble any signal that does
get out. The problem is that they also make the vehicles, which are
supposed to be stealthy, shine like beacons. It's there if the drek hits
the fan, but if it gets that bad, then the person in the car is probably
about to be thrown out or gassed.

If I go rogue, then you have my permission to hunt me down and put a stake
through my heart. I'd deserve it at that point. Actually, that's one of
the reasons I stay away from the flourocarbons except when I feel I
absolutely have to have the boost they give. You'd not believe the boost I
get, either. Put those into me and I'm not just faster and less likely to
tire, but stronger and, for some reason I don't know, I feel pain less too.
It's almost like an extended PCP trip that lasts for weeks. But the cost
is I get sudden urges and occasionally lose control. Seriously nasty drek,
that stuff is.

As for getting stuff back on line, I think we're ok. Most of the gear was
successfully pulled out prior to the raid. We've been doing drills for
emergencey evacuation of personel and vital gear every month for years. I
even staged some mock raids when we had almost every bed filled with real
patients. The problem has been finding a new site, one that's as secure.
Pat offered, but he'd have put too many limitations on what I could do with
the clinic. Can't say that it wouldn't have been nice to be
extraterritorial, but so it goes.

I'm not ready yet to hand myself over to the UCAS government, in any
manner, just yet. I'm willing to work on almost anyone if they've got
enough money, and I work for free when I fell there's a reason to.
Besides, while I realize not all the UCAS spooks are close minded about my
particular metatype, I have something of an ethical problem being readily
associated with a government which wants me exterminated as a threat to
metahumanity.

Thanks anyway, though. And good luck on the hunting. If you have some
idea on what the upgrades you might want are, so I can get my people
looking for them, let me know. Some of my old contacts may be cold, so I'd
like to have a little warning.]<<<<<
-- Action Jackson <23:33:36/07-16-59>

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