| From: | James Dening james.dening@****.co.uk |
|---|---|
| Subject: | On Deck |
| Date: | Fri, 15 Sep 2000 14:34:16 +0100 |
>>>>>[+++++begin video
+++++POV: Main Briefing Room
Minnie Descabiere sits at the end of the large meeting table. Her
hair is newly cut short, a la mode, in a business-like bob. She
is wearing a dark business suit, and her expression, complementing
the sombre outfit is serious.
The other end of the room is a jury-rig - a dozen large screens face the
table, grey rectangles lit with the occasional flash of white noise.
"Herve - you said they'd be here by now! Where the hell are they!"
A tinny voice comes through her headware. "Dona, we've done everything
they ask....hang on, here's something.."
Three of the screens at the far end of the table flicker and go dark. A
loudspeaker
crackles and Minnie winces as it cranks from subaudible bass up the scale to
an off-the-scale shriek, all in half a second. The screens flicker again and
an
image appears on the left hand one. It's a stylised knight from olden days.
He's
wearing impossibly burnished shining armour, with a large sword hilt
protruding
from over his shoulder. He turns to face Minnie, just as the other two
screens
flash up their own images. One is a woman, naked, beautiful but featureless,
with
a bright light shining from where a face would normally be found. The last
is
a rabbit. Just that. A perfectly normal....rabbit. Oddly, Minnie finds this
one the
most disturbing.
"So, Mobster, we're here. Well, most of us - where is Tommy?" The knight
looks
briefly annoyed, or as annoyed as an animate suit of armour can look. "What
do
you want?"
Minnie swallows and addresses the group of icons onscreen.
"It's a dataraid on a military installation."
There's a moment's silence. The rabbit reaches into an invisible pocket and
pulls
out a large carrot, complete with green fronds and starts munching on it.
The knight replies "Oh, not much then. Why?"
"Just, because....Look, my reasons are my own - I can tell you where to go,
and what
to look for...but that's about it."
The armoured figure shrugs. "So, what's in it for us?"
Minnie smiles. "Why, money of course." At that point another screen flickers
into life,
showing a picture of a young boy, in jeans and a pair of dark, thick-rimmed
glasses.
He smiles at Minnie.
"Er...hi." she says, hesitantly. He nods in reply, not quite looking at her.
"Tommy, where've you been?" demands the knight. The boy shrugs in reply and
smiles
again. "Never mind...so, Ms Descabiere. How much money?"
"Two hundred and fifty thousand nuYen. Half now, half when you're done."
The speaker pops into silence as the icons discuss the amount silently for a
second
or two.
"Done. The banking details are already in your secure personal folder in
your main
computer here." says the knight.
"If you like, I'll authorise access for you to put it there." replies Minnie
automatically.
"Sorry, aren't you listening? The details are already there. We authorised
ourselves.
Send me the details and we'll do it. We'll be back...fairly soon. Take care,
dancing
woman."
"What? Hey! What do you know about....." Minnies voices trails off into
silence as
she realises she's talking to static.
"Link's gone dead, boss..." comes Herve's voice in her head.
"Fine..." she says, absently, "Just fine...."
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- Internal Monitoring <19:32:19/09-15-61>
Descabiere Mansion Security
