Message no. 1

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Not very careful
Date:	Tue, 29 Oct 1996 13:36:44 +1200

*****PRIVATE: Ronin
>>>>>[Someone needs to use better encryption on his com-channel...

+++++Begin soundfile

Voice one: Ronin here, checking.

Voice two: Lyting here, checking.

Voice three: Marlowe here, checking.

Voice four: Phobos here, checking.

Voice five: Runs-Over-Pedestrians here, checking.

Lyting (voice two): All present.

Ronin: Ice and his spirit are going in on the astral.

<30 second pause>

Ronin: Security rigger down, all go.

<A strange rubbing-whistling noise interupted by irregular light tapping
sounds, then five impacts onto a hard surface, running footsteps, door
opening, and people moving down stairs>

Lyting: Ice reports guards not yet alerted.

Ronin: Last flight, shooters forward.

<Footsteps stop>

Lyting: Ice reports four guards in main foyer, two in back room.

Ronin: This door leads to main foyer... kicking on three, two, one, now.

<Sound of a door being kicked open, followed by a shout of surprise,
several sound-suppressed light auto-fire bursts, and a single heavy pistol
shot>

Lyting: All four down.

Phobos: I'm on the telecom lines... backup request intercepted.

Ronin: Lyting left, Marlowe right, R O P wait.

<Brief pause followed by three heavy pistol shots and a grunt, then more
suppressed light auto-fire>

Marlowe: Clear.

Lyting: Clear.

Ronin: Clear, I'm hit, but not badly.

Lyting: Let's go trash the fourth floor.

<Assorted sounds of movement up stairs, doors opening, doors being kicked
open, and quiet swearing>

Marlowe: On the third, starting on the safe.

Runs-Over-Pedestrians: Jacked in, you can stop kicking in those doors now.

Ronin: But I _like_ to, it's...

Marlowe: Shut the hell up will you, I'm trying to concentrate.

Runs-Over-Pedestrians: Ice reports bound spirit is now bound to him... the
deal is made.

Marlowe: What did I just say?

Runs-Over-Pedestrians: Go have...

Lyting: Quiet, children.

<Sounds of glass breaking, wood splintering, metal being bent into new and
interesting shapes, and plastic shattering, for about five minutes>

Ronin: That's trashed up real nice. Data?

Phobos: I drained it dry.

Marlowe: Safe is open... hot _damn_, I'm good. R O P, can you read this?

Runs-Over-Pedestrians: Yeah, once I run it through a few enhancing
routines. Go to the next page... uh-huh... go back one, sorry, that was a
touch too fast to be sure... okay... next... eighth and last... okay,
downloading image files... finished. Jacking out.

Ronin: Are the guards stirring yet?

Runs-Over-Pedestrians: Not yet... the rigger looks like he's about to wake
up... <sound of a blow>... not any more though.

Ronin: Let's go then. You opened the front doors?

Runs-Over-Pedestrians: Yes.

<Sounds of jogging feet, movement down stairs, doors opening and closing,
then silence>

+++++End soundfile

My, my, Van Holde, you are careless.]<<<<<
-- Lynch <17:35:34/10-28-57>