From: | Jett <zmjett@*********.COM> |
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Subject: | The job is done/home again |
Date: | Sat, 27 Jun 1998 20:11:03 -0400 |
>>>>>[The run is done, and the kid has been delivered safe and sound. We
ran into the assassins twice, once at the pickup point and once upon our arrival in South
Africa, but managed to elude them both times, the latter after a brief exchange of fire.
No conflicts with the law, no casualties on my team, and only minor injuries. Overall, I
think the run went well. I'm back in Seattle, but I'll be out of action for a couple of
weeks due to a wound sustained during the run. Upon my return to biz, if my work has met
your approval, please keep me in mind for future jobs.]<<<<<
-- Jett <19:32:14/06-27-59>
*****PRIVATE: Scrape
>>>>>[I know this will probably be a pain in the ass, but I don't suppose
you could give me a lift to the Stuffer Shack and the pharmacy a little later? There's no
way I'm gonna be able to ride my bike with my leg trashed, and I need to do some shopping
and pick up the rest of these meds. The doc says I'll be stuck in a brace and on crutches
for at least two weeks, and that's a low estimate. He wanted me to stay in the clinic for
a few days, but I refused so he sent me home with a shitload of painkillers and
antibiotics. I'm pretty embarassed at how clumsy I am, but I'm laughing about it, too.
Probably because of the painkillers I'm on now. I'm sure I won't be laughing when the
drugs wear off.
Anyway, check out this vid I snagged from the security camera. Don't I
look silly?
+++++start secure-cam.vid
A young woman with long black hair and blue eyes, with a purple
triangle tattoo over her left eye and dressed in a t-shirt, leather
jacket, and jeans with one leg totally cut off, wobbles into the foyer
of an apartment building on crutches. Her face is drawn, and a swath of
bandages and a medieval-looking plastic and steel brace covering her
bare left leg from hip to knee. There is also a band of gauze around her
upper right arm. A large troll follows behind closely. "You want me to
carry you?" he offers solicitously.
"No way, Snook. I got it all worked out. Watch!" Jett sits down on the
steps. She lifts herself to the next step, and the next, dragging her
dead leg and then crutches as she ascends. The troll tries to suppress a
smile as he watches Jett drag herself, rear-end first, up the steps. He
ascends behind her, a few steps below in case she falls. At the top, she
rolls over and, one-legged, hauls herself up by the railing. "See? Not a
problem!" As soon as she says this, she grabs for the railing in an
attempt to regain her balance. The troll catches her and sets her
straight, handing her crutches up to her.
"I still think you should have stayed at the doc's. At least
overnight," he says. "A real hospital would make you stay a week. You
nearly had your leg blown off less than 48 hours ago, Julie. You've got
a ton of stitches, a fractured femur, and more new pins in your leg than
a bowling alley. You shouldn't be up and around."
Jett waves a hand dismissively. "I'd rather be at home. We've been on
the road for long enough. Besides, I'll stay in bed and all that drek. I
promise."
"You're stubborn as hell, you know that?" Snookums says fondly.
"Yeah, yeah. Can you get the door? I don't know what the doc gave me,
but it's gooooooood stuff. I'm ready to fall over here."
+++++End vid
Anyway, thought you could use a laugh. Let me know if you can give me a
lift later on.]<<<<<
-- Jett <19:58:21/06-27-59>