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Message no. 1
From: Dark Elf <VESPOSIT@****.SUNYSB.EDU>
Subject: SUrprise
Date: Thu, 18 Feb 93 18:36:19 EST
>>>>>[ I've been to Percision Dark Elf, there is definately information
here
pointing to the puzzle. I've removed several optical chips from the hardware
here, I'll need you to decode them if you survive the showdown with MONICA.
I also have a suprise for you, you'll see it when I return from my fact finding
tour of Seattle. I saw a very young decker here, an attractive young girl.
I made shure she did not notice I was there, but I have the feeling she is an
ally in this. I think she is the one you refer to as DOA, but you only had the
description of her matrix icon so I cannot be sure. I will try to catch up
with Norm and Yoshida, probably at the MagnaTech subsidiary office downtown.
I will keep you informed. ]<<<<<
---TDH <18:43:51/02-18-54>
Message no. 2
From: Samuel Fortiner <fortsa@********.WWC.EDU>
Subject: Surprise
Date: Wed, 5 Jul 1995 21:44:59 -0700
*****Private: Security Team Tango
>>>>>[Well, guys, here's a little recording of how you guys
did on your test run.

+++++INCLUDE: Security-Camera-A.Data

The scene shows a small but tasteful conference room with a table
made to seat 11 people. At the head of the table, a middle aged
man who you would guess is in his mid-thirties runs his fingers
through his brown hair while talking to the other people in the
room. He rambles on about security responses expected and report
methods as well as target priorities and health insurance coverage.
From watching for a couple minutes, you place names on the rest of
the people in the room.

At the far left front chair at the table, there sits a human male.
You would guess that he is around 6'2" tall and near 30 years old.
His hair, pure white and pulled back into a ponytail looks
contrasting to his steel-grey eyes. Currently, he is wearing a
black silk shirt with black slacks. From the conversation, you've
gathered that he is known as Dark Angel in the matrix and on the
street.

Next to Dark Angel sits a very large troll. Your guess would be
around 22 years old. You know that trolls are generally big, but,
well, this guy is huge. Suprisingly though, he doesn't seem as,
well, shall we say, mentally challenged as most trolls. He wearing
a Red Lime, Inc. security uniform at the moment and has a Savalette
Guardian heavy pistol in a holster at his side. The conversation
would hint that he is known as ViperClaw.

Across the table from Dark Angel sits another troll. He looks
almost out of place in his Bermuda snorts and armored vest. What
can I say, he's big, furry, and looks more than ready to rip your
head off. As you look, he spits a stream of tobacco juice into
a small glass that is sitting on the table in front of him. The
conversation would indicate beyond a shadow of a doubt that this
troll is known as Stampede, and the Manhunter pistol at his side
would indicate that you don't want to get in his way.

Next to Stampede sits a human male in an urban camoflauge suit
with an Uzi III w/Sound Suppressor slung over his shoulder on a
strap. He hasn't said much during the meeting, but it seems that
his name is Sneaker. He's quiet, but you have a feeling that he
uses that stealth in his trade.

The other person in the room is sitting next to Sneaker. His jacket
has the appearance of a late 20th century country singer. He is
wearing black leather pants. Hanging from his left ear are some
feathers and from his right is an ugly golden ball with a small
black stick attached. He could be packing a pistol, but you don't
know for sure.

The person who was standing at the head of the table finishes
speaking and after answering a couple questions, picks up his papers
and puts them into a briefcase with the name Tim Gartin gold embossed
into the edge. After wishing the group well, he heads out the door.
The group starts to stand up and leave when small radios on their
belts beep for a couple seconds. Simutanously, they all raise the
radios to their eye levels and read off of the small screen. You
can make out mumbled phrases as they read half to themselves and
half out loud, "Bomb planted . . . ten . . . 2684 Widden Ave . . .
Security Team Tango."

ViperClaw is the first one to say something clearly, "Well guys, looks
like it's time to earn that beer!" Immediately, everyone rushes from
the room and you hear Dark Angel saying as he leaves, "I'll try to
check things out from the cams via the matrix."

+++++END: Security-Camera-A.Data

At this point, Dark Angel jacked into the matrix while the remainder
of the team jumped into a fast response helicopter and headed for
the scene. From here on out, I've combined a combination of security
camera feeds from the location as well as a little feed from a hidden
cameraman I had outside.

INCLUDE: Camera-Feeds.Data

--Hidden Camera Feed--
The scene clears to show the exterior of a bar from approximately
100 feet away. Several Lone Star vehicles are at the location and
one vehicle with the FBI logo is parked along side. You can see what
appears to be the last patron running from the doors of the building
as the sound of a helicopter grows louder on the air. Seconds later,
a Red Lime, Inc. security helicopter lands in the parking lot and
you recognize ViperClaw, Dr Snooze, Stampede, and Sneaker as they
climb out along with 4 other Red Lime Security workers. All eight
people from the team are wearing Red Lime security jackets to aid in
identifying each other in tense situations. Within seconds, the
helicopter takes off and the security team (having been briefed on the
short flight over) forms up by the front doors to the building.

--Matrix Feed--
In your view, a figure made of what appears to be polished midnight-
black chrome pixelates into view. His wings folded around his
body unfurl as he seems to assorb all the currents and eddys of
the dataflowing by in the electron pipeline. Without seeming to
hurry, yet going at an amazing pace, he soon arrives at a small
unmarked metal door. Barely pausing, the Dark Angel flashes a
small through the electronic lock on the door and passes through.
The flow of glowing data packets and information inside the system
is incomparable to the massive amounts outside the door and the
angel seems to continue watching and assorbing all as he continues
down the electronic pipe. Seconds later, you arrive inside of a
"junction" where several paths meet. Taking one of the exits,
the angel arrives at a barrier made of arcing electricity barring
his way into the node beyond. When the angel flashes the pass at
the barrier, the barrier fades away to be replaced with a dark
purple wolf. With a snarl, the wolf crouches preparing to spring.

--Security Camera Feed--
The view is one of the interior of a small bar. The front door
is closed and everything seems to be normal. There are drinks on
the tables and bars. Cigarettes are burning in ash trays. The only
thing missing is the people. There isn't a single person in the bar.
Suddenly, the front doors smash open with a crash. You recognize
ViperClaw and Stampede as they flash around the door opening in a
crouch with weapons raised while searching for targets in the room.
Stampede's Samopal Assault rifle and ViperClaw's Area Alpha combat
gun are moving constantly searching for targets. After scanning the
room for a couple seconds, you see ViperClaw say something into his
head radio. Seconds later, Sneaker and Dr Snooze come barreling
through the door and run toward the storage room door. The four
security agents that came with the group take up Stampede and
ViperClaw's positions at the door and cover the group as Stampede
and ViperClaw each run toward one of the restrooms.

--Matrix Feed--
As the wolf prepares to leap, his jaws open in preparation of taking
a bit out of Dark Angel's persona. Instead of electronic flesh, all
the wolf finds is a crossbow bolt down his throat as a black crossbow
appears in Dark Angel's hands and he fires at an unexpected and amazing
speed. Instantly, the complicated subroutines of the wolf IC unravel
and disentegrate. The wolf seems to pixelate out of existance and
the angel continues into the node, his crossbow disappearing as quickly
as it appeared. The node's "walls" are covered with screens showing
various shots of a bar that appears to be virtually empty. After
checking the screens and a control panel in the far wall, the angel
turns and heads out of the node, through the junction, and into the
another doorway. Milliseconds later, he arrives at the doorway to
another node. Standing in the doorway, a security guard in a Red Lime,
Inc. uniform holds up his hand and demands identification. Dark
Angel flashes him the correct passcode and the guard steps aside.
Unfurling his wings, the angel proceeds into the node. Large screens
show flashes of numbers, alpha-numeric characters, and glimpses of
program code as the Central Processing Unit goes about it's day to
day work. After checking a couple screens and a few control panels,
the angel's mouths the words, "All Clear!".

--Security Camera Feed--
Dr Snooze readies his Defiance 250-T shotgun and throws open the door
to the storage room. Instantly, him and Sneaker spin around the
door frame and pan the room with their weapons looking for targets.
Within a couple seconds, Sneaker slaps the folding stock on his
Uzi III and continues to cover the room as Dr Snooze shouts "All Clear!"
Dr Snooze then jogs over to where Stampede is waiting in front of the
Ladies restroom and covers him as Stampede goes inside. Seconds later,
Stampede emerges and Dr Snooze covers ViperClaw as he goes into the
Men's restroom. After a couple seconds, ViperClaw emerges from the
restroom and an "All Clear" is passed out the door to the waiting
Lone Star bomb squad.

+++++END: Camera-Feeds.Data

Anyway, guys, I must complement you on a job well done. We needed to
see how well you would work as a team and, well, to be honest, we are
very impressed.]<<<<<
-- Tim Gartin<22:03:36/07-05-56>
Security Supervisor
Red Lime, Inc.
Message no. 3
From: "Paul J. Adam" <Shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Surprise
Date: Sat, 17 Oct 1998 00:20:56 +0100
*****PRIVATE: Marlowe
>>>>>[Andy, some things never cease to surprise me.

My ex-SIGA informant just asked me to take care of his cat while he was
away on business. You believe that? A cold stone killer like Serpent,
worried about his cat. Which, in keeping with the man's breadth of
imagination, is called 'Cat'.

I agreed - figured if you didn't mind Nicodemus, you wouldn't mind Cat.
Nico proceeded to explain that _he_ was top cat in this house, and no
johnny-come-lately tabby is taking over. They seem to have got that
settled, at least... looks like it shouldn't be a problem.

Sheesh. The ruthless killer... who worries about his cat while he's out
of town.]<<<<<
-- Julianne <00:20:34/10-17-59>

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