From: | Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk |
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Subject: | Old Friends |
Date: | Sat, 10 Jul 1999 00:07:26 +0100 |
>>>>>[+++++begin video
Lynch walks into Sasha's office: the Elven colonel waves him to a seat.
"Greetings, dead _tovarisch_. How many times has this been?" Rusanov's
accent is noticeable, but not heavy.
"One too many. I'm on my sixth life at least. Time to take it easy a while."
Lynch lights a cigarette, as Rusanov pours two glasses of tea from a
beautiful silver samovar. "No more saving the world for a while. Time to
just kick back and have _fun_."
"I shudder in anticipation." Rusanov replies drily. "There is much news.
Stephanie will be back shortly, from Nyassan People's Republic contract. I
have Maxim device here, perhaps you will show it to her when you can?"
"I'd _love_ to." Lynch grins. "But I'm covering for Dad, playing cop. I
think
she's the right person for that job, though."
"As do I. Harley is in hospital, her T-bird is hidden in Hangar 17B. Both will
recover. T-bird needs new skid plates and checks for shock damage from
hard belly landing, Harley had gunshot wounds but was treated. She needs
time to convalesce, but will recover fully.
"Glad to hear it. Any other news?"
"Not of importance. There is rumour that Easy Eight will be attacked. If it
is, then I cannot act. Puyallup Star were suddenly most explicit."
"Really?" Lynch asks. "How odd."
"I must abide by law." Sasha shrugs. "If you wish to _set_ law, go to
shelter West Nine and borrow 512. She is fuelled and ready with correct
markings for mission, volunteers for crew, no problem. I know nothing of
such abuses of my hospitality." He chuckles, refills his glass.
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Lynch leans into the hospital room. "Hey, wow, a blonde chick lying in
bed, in sexy backless lingerie, waiting just for me. Just don't tell my wife,
okay?"
Harley, lying in one of the room's two beds, laughs and then winces.
"How you doing, Chris?" he continues: reaching for his cigarettes, cursing
and putting them away again: she's got an oxygen feed.
"Hurts when I laugh, dying for a smoke, and I'm pissed off as hell, but I'll
be 'kay eventually." Harley replies. "Got sort of shot up, they hadda pull a
few chunks of lead out of my guts, now they're letting it heal up by itself.
Said I had more electronics in me than the Lobo so they couldn't do much
magic..."
"It's true, you do. Know the feeling well." Lynch chuckles. "How
long?"
"'Nother twp days here in bed, then take it easy for a month. Sasha
suggested I stay on base. Not like I got anywhere else to go right now,
though." The rigger looks sad. "I _liked_ that 'rage, dude, it was _home_.
Least I got the cats out."
"Yeah, Easy said you scared them out with a screamer. You fragged
twelve Gomers, too. The ghouls there love you, they haven't eaten that
well in months."
"I _did_ nail them all, then. Good." Harley sighs. "Sonsabitches turned up
and started shooting the guys outside. Dumb fucks didn't realise they were
giving the Sentrygun a clean line of fire. Wasted some good buddies of
mine doing it before the Gatling opened up. You think we should shoot for
some payback?"
"I'd give that serious consideration, Chris."
"Anyone else getting heat?" the rigger asks after a moment.
"Some mutterings around Easy. She thinks she might get hit tonight or
tomorrow. If she does, I'll back her up. Mitchell seems to be the main
fallguy, so we've dead-ended that nicely, and I'm just a known buddy."
"'Kay. Good to hear. I was wondering, too, how's Emma? Hadn't heard in a
while."
"Breathing for herself now. They took her off the ventilator and she's
okay. Still unconscious, but there's signs that she's healing. Going to be a
big repair job, but they're tooled up ready to fix her." Lynch replies.
"Outstanding." Harley closes her eyes. "Don't have many friends any more.
Don't wanna lose another..." Lynch squeezes her hand, waits until the
wounded rigger slips back into sleep.
"Take care, Chris." he says quietly.
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So, now I'm sitting playing poker with the rest of my alert crew, waiting
for a call we all hope won't come. Just like working Security back in '47.
Life really does go in circles.]<<<<<
-- Lynch <00:07:54/07-10-60>