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Message no. 1
From: Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject: Surveillance results
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 12:00:57 +1200
*****PRIVATE: Ronin, Troglobyte
>>>>>[The inquiry proceeds apace, with an interesting development. The Rat
>>>>>is still around, and it seems to be pissed big-time. I caught up with
>>>>>Darco at Epsilon, here's my head-cam footage...

+++++Begin footage

The camera comes to life focused on the facade of a seedy club. A logo is
visible in flickering neon, a stylised E with the rest of the word
"epsilon" in smaller letters. There are no vehicles parked nearby, and the
only occupant of the street other than Ice is a lone human bouncer, leaning
against the wall by the door to the club. Faint music is audible, a heavy
bass-line and the drums being all that reach the street.

The door is pulled outwards, the music getting louder, and two men step
out, moving off to the camera's left. Ice moves to follow, crossing the
street at a glide, and moving to an altitude of about three or four metres.
His flight is silent and smooth, and he begins to close on the two men,
then passes them before dipping down to get a closer look at their faces.
One of them flashes momentarily, and the word "Darco" appears at the bottom
of the screen. Ice backs off again, taking up a position abut ten metres
behind Darco and his companion.

The two men turn left at the first corner, Ice following, and then get into
a Ford Americar. Ice goes higher as they drive away, following them from a
couple of stories up to avoid any other traffic. The car makes a couple of
random turns, then pulls into a parking building. Ice drops down to street
height to follow them inside, tailing them to the third floor, where the
car pulls into a space and stops.

Ice waits a moment, then his head slumps and he remains still for a moment

+++++Pause footage

I went astral, and took off to see what was going on the in the car. It
looked like a biz deal, but you know how it is from up there, well, some of
you do anyway. Seems Darco was meeting his BTL dealer to spend what he had
made out of Squatter's death.

+++++Resume footage

Ice's head rises and looks towards the car as it starts up, the motor
purring into life. The Americar backs out of it's parking space and begins
to leave the building, but it stops suddenly with a loud backfiring and
puffing of smoke. More smoke starts to pour from the radiator and Ice has
just enough time to start swearing before the radiator bursts outwards in a
cloud of super-heated steam and flames.

Two men exit the vehicle at speed, one taking to his heels, the other
ducking for cover between two parked cars. The runner is Darco, and Ice
follows him, ignoring the dealer. Pulling a light pistol from his belt,
Darco looks back as the Americar explodes. Ice is thrown about by the
shockwave, narrowly avoiding one of the building's concrete pillars.

Darco reaches the end of a row of cars, then backs up in apparent terror as
a fire elemental manifests in front of him. Instead of the usual salamander
appearance though, this elemental is shaped like a giant rodent.
Approaching Darco, it licks it's lips with a tongue like that of a snake,
and drops of fiery saliva fall to the ground with an evil sizzling noise.

"Alive!" shouts Ice as he flies towards the Rat, "We have to ask him
some..."

It is too late however, the Rat does not listen. Instead it lunges forward,
seizing Darco by the groin and biting down hard. Darco screams, firing into
the Rat's head, but the bullets pass through, apparently doing no damage.
The Rat starts to expand, and the ammunition in Darco's pistol cooks off
under the heat of the Rat's aura of flame. Darco screams again as most of
his hand is taken off by the explosion. Ice backs away from the rising heat
as the Rat swallows Darco fully, and still continues to grow in size,
losing definiton at the same time. Touching the roof already, the Rat turns
to Ice, words becoming audible through the roaring of the fire.

"Squatter is gone," the Rat shouts, "though I followed him, and took hold
of a part of him before he could leave! This man is partially responsible,
so his life is _mine_!"

The conflagration spreads even further, Ice backing to the edge of the
building, looking around at the railing across the gap between the pillars
that support the structure. The ground seems a long way away, though it is
only three stories.

"We need to talk!" shouts Ice, "Turn down the heat, damn it!"

The Rat seems to ignore that request, still expanding. Out of the corner of
Ice's eye, the BTL dealer is visible, a heavy pistol in hand, looking
towards the flames with a mixture of terror and confusion on his face. Ice
turns and plucks him up as two cars explode, then throws himself over the
rail at his back and out of the building, falling just low enough to avoid
a rush of fire that follows as the Rat spreads further and more cars
explode. As the two fall, fading words become audible to the camera.

"It is not enough!"

Then the fires go out, fading from view over a couple of seconds, and all
is silent.

+++++End footage

So, that was exciting. The dealer was quite shaken up, and fairly thankful
to be rescued like that. I dumped him on the street and flew the hell out
of there, with my invisibility spell up.

No sign of Wulf yet, but he was at Squatter's hit, so the Rat might be able
to find him again, and I can track the Rat now (though it doesn't seem too
happy to see me, I can handle it if I have to... it has grown somewhat in
power though... great form? Can a spirit give _itself_ great form?... what
it said about following Squatter and catching part of him... it makes me
wonder about a lot of things...). But, it may well be that the Rat wasn't
tracking Darco, it was tracking me as I tracked Darco. Otherwise it would
be something of a coincidence that I was there when it wasted the fragger.
Didn't take him in the street though, which is strange, unless it took the
Rat that long to get the radiator all steamed up (speaking of which,
shouldn't a gasket have blown, or something, before the radiator exploded?
How the hell did it do that?). Or maybe it just got sick of waiting for me
to take him. And what the hell did it mean, "it is not enough"? Watch out,
Sanders et al, there's a pissed off Rat on your tails...

Anyways, with Darco gone and no leads on Wulf, I'm going to see if I can
track down the astral support, Sanders or whatever... a trident can't be
all that common a weapon, plus I might get a watcher looking for him.]<<<<<
-- Ice <17:59:15/09-28-58>
Message no. 2
From: Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject: Re: Surveillance results
Date: Mon, 29 Sep 1997 12:10:13 +1200
*****PRIVATE: Ronin, Ice
>>>>>[I ran a search with a series of parameters based on what we knew of
this "Sanders", and the following looks like the best possibility:

Name: Sanjay Latif (basing his shadonym on his own name like that...
stupid, stupid, stupid... but then who am I to talk, basing my own 'nym on
my metatype...).
Address: no fixed abode, but lives on a yacht which is moored at Millhaven
Marina, >>address<<.
SIN: >>number<<.

Other: Registered magician, Shark shaman, one focus registered, the trident
(the files describe it as a "stacked focus - power, weapon", whatever the
hell that means). No registered cyberware or licensed firearms. Used to
work for a research outfit as chief of security, but left in late 2057 due
to a "totemic crisis". Apparently Shark told him to give away the security
biz, and get hunting now, if not sooner. One photographic reference, a
picture of him I took out of the company brochure circa 2056:

+++++Include latif.pic
[Being a picture of a young Indian man crouching on a wooden pier, outlined
against the sunrise, a trident in his right hand poised to strike into the
water below him. His face is set in a mask of concentration.]<<<<<

That looks like your trident-boy alright. No fixed address but it might be
easier to find Mr Latif and see if he's the mage you met on the evening in
question. Answer me this though, if you met and took down this shaman, how
come he's still alive? I got the impression somewhere that if you were
killed in astral space, your body dies too.

Also, when you were tailing the two guys, Darco and dealer, they were
talking, but it didn't come up on the audio track clearly enough to hear. I
got an audio enhancement program up and managed to retrieve most of what
they were saying. Here's the transcript (words in *'s is where I took a
guess):

Darco: Yeah, been hard *lately*, what with...

Dealer:I hope you're not looking for a handout.

Darco: No way mano, you know me. Drek, I know you too, so I wouldn't waste
my breath. (mutters) *Tight bastard*.

Dealer: Go to hell. You don't like it, *buy* someone else's stuff.

Darco: Let's not be hasty, I'm simply acknowledging facts. Anyway, as I was
saying, Wulf skipped with all the *cred from* our latest run, and that
after 4 out of the 6 of us get wasted... I'm pretty much on my own now...

Dealer: Well, cry me a river of drek.

Darco: *Sympathy*, is it? Well thanks for frag-all.

Dealer: Don't mention it.

Darco: Yeah, well if you got any work on, call me, okay? Reasonable rates.

Dealer: I try to...

It got cut off there, they got in the car, and you went a bit higher
anyway.]<<<<<
-- Troglobyte <20:51:47/09-28-58>

*****PRIVATE: Troglobyte, Ronin
>>>>>[I didn't kill him when I met him on the astral, I don't like to do
that. I just beat the hell out of him, and his astral form drifted off in a
comatose stupor. He probably woke up before his body died and got back to
it in time, people tend to on average. But you're right, he might not be
alive now, and this might be a waste of time. I presume you would have told
me if he been reported dead or anything.]<<<<<
-- Ice <21:03:18/09-28-58>
Message no. 3
From: Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject: Re: Surveillance results
Date: Tue, 30 Sep 1997 13:25:08 +1200
*****PRIVATE: Ronin, Ice
>>>>>[Darco said something like "4 out of the 6 of us got wasted, and
Wulf
skipped with the cred". Thusly it souds to me like Wulf and Darco were the
only survivors, leaving only Wulf now.]<<<<<
-- Troglobyte <19:08:09-29-58>

*****PRIVATE: Troglobyte, Ronin
>>>>>[Good point, added to the fact that I can't find any sign of Sanders,
I think we'll give up on him and go after Wulf. Which will be a bastard of
a a task, due to the fact that he thinks Darco (at least) is after him.
Damn. Would be nice if I had seen him. Time to talk to the Rat, if I can
pin the fragger down. I'm going questing, see you in a couple of
days.]<<<<<
-- Ice <20:24:22/09-29-58>

*****PRIVATE: Troglobyte, Ice
>>>>>[I'll se what I can find out about Wulf, maybe I can track him down by
mundane means.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <23:02:48/09-29-58>
Message no. 4
From: Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject: Re: Surveillance results
Date: Fri, 3 Oct 1997 12:16:44 +1200
*****PRIVATE: Ice, Troglobyte
>>>>>[Unless the Rat can tell Ice anything, I think we're stumped. I have
to leave the country for a while anyway, I'll see you in a couple of days
maybe.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <18:14:32/10-02-58>
Message no. 5
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject: Re: Surveillance results
Date: Sun, 5 Oct 1997 20:24:43 +0100
*****INTERNAL: SIGANet
>>>>>[TO: All North American SIGA Staff

+++++begin video
Coppinger's office: small and soulless, in the D-Ring of the Pentagon.
The walls are sparely decorated: photos of his plebe year and midshipman
cruise at Annapolis, a few shots of him meeting with dignitaries and
politicians from his CIA days. One of the most modest "I Love Me" walls
in that great building.

Lynch and Lilith sit on the other side of the plain pine desk: both in
flight suits and leather jackets, both drinking coffee and smoking.
Coppinger is reading the summary of a thick report before he lays it
down.

"So. You agree with my conclusion?"

"Yes, sir." Lynch's voice is formal. "InterPol in general remains a
corrupt and largely ineffective force. Special Branch, however, is still
clean. Eleven cases referred, five actioned, three convictions."

"Which compares well to SIGA's unofficial methods for extralegal
extradition. Correct? You took seven cases this time out, resolved two
and closed four unresolved. The last was a perpetrator-deceased
closure."

"Sir." Lilith concurs.

Coppinger takes a deep breath. "Then I formally propose that we abandon
the extralegal operations until further notice and allow InterPol's
Special Branch to handle them in Northern America."

"Agreed." Lynch nods once.

"Agreed." Lilith, likewise, nods once.

"Thank God for that." Coppinger sits back. "We've got too many problems
in counterintelligence and counterterrorism for you to deal with.
Starting with the Farmer. He's rattling the bars again."

"So he's our priority?" Lynch asks.

"And you have more authority to go deal with him. I sold VD on the
counterterrorism angle and he loves it. You can still beat up suspects,
do paralegal hits, just don't get caught too obviously - but now you
have more authority. Don't abuse it."

The two agents nod thoughtfully. "Badged?" asks Lynch.

"Yeah, Toad's got them. You'll usually be flagged as consultants to
whoever's lead agency on the case, which means some limits on what you
can do. Don't kill people or do too much damage unless you have
seriously good cause. You will still face the Committee and risk
Sanction if you act unreasonably. But 'reasonable' stretches according
to who you're up against. Work the way you did on Goldsmith and you'll
be fine, that's what I sold the Committee."

"Okay." Lilith says, chin in her hand. "I guess I like this better."

"I like it a hell of a lot better." Lynch grins. "Have to chat to Paul
about it. See if he's happy or sad."

"Anyway. Be careful. Now you can really get me in trouble." Coppinger
offers a rare smile as his two North American field agents leave.
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- 1Lt J R W Lynch <20:24:38/10-05-58>
Strategic Intelligence Gathering Agency

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