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Message no. 1
From: Zebulin Magby zebulingod@*****.com
Subject: Something new...
Date: Mon, 16 Aug 1999 20:08:52 -0700 (PDT)
*****PRIVATE: Nobilis Domini
>>>>>[You guys have been quiet lately... Staying in trouble? <grin> I
may have some
use of you guys yet. I hear tell a certain someone is in town this weekend, a
certain person who secretly doesn't like what you and yours stand for. You might
even know him, he's a senator in the running for the next election. Name's Mitch
Andersen. If you can make sure that he doesn't leave town, I can make it worth your
while.

Here is his picture and his itinerary:

+++++[Encrypted]Picture (Being a picture of a middle-aged man with graying hair
smiling at the camera.)

+++++[Encrypted]Itinerary (Being an itinerary for his stay in Seattle.)

I would be rather pleased if you could arrange an accident for him when he travels
through Tarislar later this week. I am willing to supply you with more ammunition
and weapons. In addition, I am giving you an RPG-9 with four rounds of HE warheads.
What do you say?]<<<<<
-- Dawn Treader <20:08:08/08-16-60 PDT>






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Message no. 2
From: Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject: Something new...
Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1999 21:33:29 +0100
*****PRIVATE: Dawn Treader
>>>>>[You got some RPGs? More weapons and ammo? And all we got to do
is waste some breeder politician?

You got yourself a deal, pal. Buy him a wreath, he's a dead man already.


I swear, I do not know what the hell is wrong. We've snuffed four, five
breeders, plus a dozen sluts who were whoring for them, we even left a
couple of uptowners alive and just sent them home with their faces
carved up and their balls in their pocket, and we cannot get a damn word
into the news. You'd think someone was hushing it up or something.

Still, we nail a Senate hopeful, no _way_ can anyone ignore _that_!}<<<<<
-- Nobilis Domini <21:33:24/08-18-60>
Message no. 3
From: Zebulin Magby zebulingod@*****.com
Subject: Something new...
Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1999 15:30:58 -0700 (PDT)
*****PRIVATE: Nobilis Domini
>>>>>[Once Mitch Andersen is dead, you will receive the weapons and ammo I
have
promised you. As a show of good faith, you will find a single RPG launcher and two
rockets at >>>Encrypted Address<<<. Have fun with 'em boys!

As for the news of your actions being covered up...I am not sure who is behind it,
but I think I may have an idea. We shall wait and see on this one though, as I have
other plans in the works...]<<<<<
-- Dawn Treader <15:27:57/08-18-60>




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Message no. 4
From: Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject: Something new...
Date: Thu, 19 Aug 1999 22:38:50 +0100
*****INTERNAL: Lone Star Archives (Dead Letter Drop)
>>>>>[Oh, the burdens of rank...

Still, for once I can _see_ I'm making a difference. Not much of a
difference, but better than nothing.

+++++begin video
Lieutenant Julianne Hart-Kryzdanovich, newly promoted and leader of the
Tarislar Special Task Force, drops into the soft chair with a groan of
relief.

"Andy! Coffee! Please!" she calls.

"You have to be my sex slave first." a voice replies from the small
apartment's kitchen.

"I am. I'll pass out and you can have your wicked way with me. Just get
me coffee!"

Marlowe emerges with a tray, adorned by two steaming mugs and a plate
of sandwiches. "Your wish, my command." He's a good candidate for "you
look like I feel" - unshaven, hollow-eyed, pasty-skinned. Both husband and
wife have been working hard, it seems.

Hart sighs happily, wriggles until she can get the black Cordura jacket off
(the wide yellow POLICE stencil on the back half-hidden where it crumples
around the armour inserts) and pulls her Thunderbolt's paddle holster from
behind her hip, snuggling deeper into the chair. "Honey, I'm home?"

"Yeah. How was your day?" Marlowe spreads a blanket over his wife.

"Eleven arrests. Three of them charged, the rest turned loose. One guy
trying to shake down a storeowner for protection, the rest were penny-
ante stuff."

"Who was he collecting for?"

"Eric. Who else? Loud, clumsy, and he pulled a gun on us as we came in.
Oops. Dumb fragger almost got shot." Hart smiles. "But we just restrained
and arrested him. Storeowner even thanked us. Howzabout you?"

Marlowe settles into his own chair, blows on his coffee. "Nobody really
knows jack about what's going on. Descabiere's quit the reprisals act, and
his hoods have been a lot more discreet lately. That's the good news."

"The bad news?"

"The hookers are scared. Nobilis Domini are going after them. They see
you pick up a non-Elf customer, he gets killed or gets his balls cut off, she
gets the drek kicked out of her and her face slashed up."

"I didn't hear _that_!" Hart sits up.

"Nobody did. Happened half-a-dozen times that I know of, and it hasn't hit
the press. Not round here, anyway. Sounds like someone doesn't want
word to leak out."

"Descabiere." Hart picks up a sandwich, takes a bite. "He needs the
revenue, doesn't want uptowners scared off the Elfmeat. So he's leaning
on the newshounds to keep the story buried."

"Yeah. Plus, the Domini creeps are getting better and better armed. A
carful of uptowner kids got fragged yesterday. Minigrenades and rifle fire,
looks like a couple of shooters with '98s from the casings. Two crawled out
of the wreck and got Molotoved, burned to death on the scene."

"And this didn't make the news?"

"Another happy night in the Barrens. You think Yamaetsu - the boys were
all from a Yamaetsu enclave - _want_ to advertise that their teenage
children go down into Tarislar to score some chips and get blowjobs off
underage whores?" Marlowe shrugs. "Thing is, an outfit like Nobilis Domini,
you've got, what, a dozen, two dozen shooters? With modern firepower
they can dish out _serious_ hurt and they've learned to avoid anything that
can fight back. Damn hard to catch, damn hard to stop."

"Yeah. Why can't we get psychos who want a standup fight?" Hart asks.

"SIGA killed them all for us. We got the sneaky ones left." Marlowe replied.

"Any chance of getting SIGA in here, then? No, I _mean_ it!"

"They're disbanded. I checked."

"WHAT?"

"Disbanded. I mean, they got hammered pretty bad, I guess they got
broken up and the survivors assigned elsewhere." Marlowe sounds
apologetic. "We could ask for some FBI help."

"Unless Someone Important gets snuffed, forget it." Hart shakes her head.
"Seneca don't trust Lone Star. And with good reason, they've been burned
by dirty cops too often, but _damn_ I wish we could get some outside help
on this. How about shadowrunners?"

Marlowe looks apologetic again. "The Shifters have gone real quiet, haven't
heard from them in a while. Thirstein's dead. Haven't heard from Herman
- I mean, Ice - in months. Most of the 'runners I know to ask for help are
dead or disappeared."

"And you've been too busy to keep up and make new contacts... damn it."
Hart finishes her sandwich. "I hate being on the defensive."

"Yeah. Still, you're doing some good."

"Not enough. But better than nothing." Hart shrugs. "Come on. Get me to
bed while I still want do something there more energetic than sleeping."
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- Lt. Julianne Hart-Kryzdanovich <22:38:53/08-19-60>
Tarislar Special Task Force
Lone Star
Message no. 5
From: Zebulin Magby zebulingod@*****.com
Subject: Something new...
Date: Mon, 16 Aug 1999 20:08:52 -0700 (PDT)
*****PRIVATE: Nobilis Domini
>>>>>[You guys have been quiet lately... Staying in trouble? <grin> I
may have some
use of you guys yet. I hear tell a certain someone is in town this weekend, a
certain person who secretly doesn't like what you and yours stand for. You might
even know him, he's a senator in the running for the next election. Name's Mitch
Andersen. If you can make sure that he doesn't leave town, I can make it worth your
while.

Here is his picture and his itinerary:

+++++[Encrypted]Picture (Being a picture of a middle-aged man with graying hair
smiling at the camera.)

+++++[Encrypted]Itinerary (Being an itinerary for his stay in Seattle.)

I would be rather pleased if you could arrange an accident for him when he travels
through Tarislar later this week. I am willing to supply you with more ammunition
and weapons. In addition, I am giving you an RPG-9 with four rounds of HE warheads.
What do you say?]<<<<<
-- Dawn Treader <20:08:08/08-16-60 PDT>






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Message no. 6
From: Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject: Something new...
Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1999 21:33:29 +0100
*****PRIVATE: Dawn Treader
>>>>>[You got some RPGs? More weapons and ammo? And all we got to do
is waste some breeder politician?

You got yourself a deal, pal. Buy him a wreath, he's a dead man already.


I swear, I do not know what the hell is wrong. We've snuffed four, five
breeders, plus a dozen sluts who were whoring for them, we even left a
couple of uptowners alive and just sent them home with their faces
carved up and their balls in their pocket, and we cannot get a damn word
into the news. You'd think someone was hushing it up or something.

Still, we nail a Senate hopeful, no _way_ can anyone ignore _that_!}<<<<<
-- Nobilis Domini <21:33:24/08-18-60>
Message no. 7
From: Zebulin Magby zebulingod@*****.com
Subject: Something new...
Date: Wed, 18 Aug 1999 15:30:58 -0700 (PDT)
*****PRIVATE: Nobilis Domini
>>>>>[Once Mitch Andersen is dead, you will receive the weapons and ammo I
have
promised you. As a show of good faith, you will find a single RPG launcher and two
rockets at >>>Encrypted Address<<<. Have fun with 'em boys!

As for the news of your actions being covered up...I am not sure who is behind it,
but I think I may have an idea. We shall wait and see on this one though, as I have
other plans in the works...]<<<<<
-- Dawn Treader <15:27:57/08-18-60>




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Message no. 8
From: Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk
Subject: Something new...
Date: Thu, 19 Aug 1999 22:38:50 +0100
*****INTERNAL: Lone Star Archives (Dead Letter Drop)
>>>>>[Oh, the burdens of rank...

Still, for once I can _see_ I'm making a difference. Not much of a
difference, but better than nothing.

+++++begin video
Lieutenant Julianne Hart-Kryzdanovich, newly promoted and leader of the
Tarislar Special Task Force, drops into the soft chair with a groan of
relief.

"Andy! Coffee! Please!" she calls.

"You have to be my sex slave first." a voice replies from the small
apartment's kitchen.

"I am. I'll pass out and you can have your wicked way with me. Just get
me coffee!"

Marlowe emerges with a tray, adorned by two steaming mugs and a plate
of sandwiches. "Your wish, my command." He's a good candidate for "you
look like I feel" - unshaven, hollow-eyed, pasty-skinned. Both husband and
wife have been working hard, it seems.

Hart sighs happily, wriggles until she can get the black Cordura jacket off
(the wide yellow POLICE stencil on the back half-hidden where it crumples
around the armour inserts) and pulls her Thunderbolt's paddle holster from
behind her hip, snuggling deeper into the chair. "Honey, I'm home?"

"Yeah. How was your day?" Marlowe spreads a blanket over his wife.

"Eleven arrests. Three of them charged, the rest turned loose. One guy
trying to shake down a storeowner for protection, the rest were penny-
ante stuff."

"Who was he collecting for?"

"Eric. Who else? Loud, clumsy, and he pulled a gun on us as we came in.
Oops. Dumb fragger almost got shot." Hart smiles. "But we just restrained
and arrested him. Storeowner even thanked us. Howzabout you?"

Marlowe settles into his own chair, blows on his coffee. "Nobody really
knows jack about what's going on. Descabiere's quit the reprisals act, and
his hoods have been a lot more discreet lately. That's the good news."

"The bad news?"

"The hookers are scared. Nobilis Domini are going after them. They see
you pick up a non-Elf customer, he gets killed or gets his balls cut off, she
gets the drek kicked out of her and her face slashed up."

"I didn't hear _that_!" Hart sits up.

"Nobody did. Happened half-a-dozen times that I know of, and it hasn't hit
the press. Not round here, anyway. Sounds like someone doesn't want
word to leak out."

"Descabiere." Hart picks up a sandwich, takes a bite. "He needs the
revenue, doesn't want uptowners scared off the Elfmeat. So he's leaning
on the newshounds to keep the story buried."

"Yeah. Plus, the Domini creeps are getting better and better armed. A
carful of uptowner kids got fragged yesterday. Minigrenades and rifle fire,
looks like a couple of shooters with '98s from the casings. Two crawled out
of the wreck and got Molotoved, burned to death on the scene."

"And this didn't make the news?"

"Another happy night in the Barrens. You think Yamaetsu - the boys were
all from a Yamaetsu enclave - _want_ to advertise that their teenage
children go down into Tarislar to score some chips and get blowjobs off
underage whores?" Marlowe shrugs. "Thing is, an outfit like Nobilis Domini,
you've got, what, a dozen, two dozen shooters? With modern firepower
they can dish out _serious_ hurt and they've learned to avoid anything that
can fight back. Damn hard to catch, damn hard to stop."

"Yeah. Why can't we get psychos who want a standup fight?" Hart asks.

"SIGA killed them all for us. We got the sneaky ones left." Marlowe replied.

"Any chance of getting SIGA in here, then? No, I _mean_ it!"

"They're disbanded. I checked."

"WHAT?"

"Disbanded. I mean, they got hammered pretty bad, I guess they got
broken up and the survivors assigned elsewhere." Marlowe sounds
apologetic. "We could ask for some FBI help."

"Unless Someone Important gets snuffed, forget it." Hart shakes her head.
"Seneca don't trust Lone Star. And with good reason, they've been burned
by dirty cops too often, but _damn_ I wish we could get some outside help
on this. How about shadowrunners?"

Marlowe looks apologetic again. "The Shifters have gone real quiet, haven't
heard from them in a while. Thirstein's dead. Haven't heard from Herman
- I mean, Ice - in months. Most of the 'runners I know to ask for help are
dead or disappeared."

"And you've been too busy to keep up and make new contacts... damn it."
Hart finishes her sandwich. "I hate being on the defensive."

"Yeah. Still, you're doing some good."

"Not enough. But better than nothing." Hart shrugs. "Come on. Get me to
bed while I still want do something there more energetic than sleeping."
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- Lt. Julianne Hart-Kryzdanovich <22:38:53/08-19-60>
Tarislar Special Task Force
Lone Star

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