| From: | J0hnny4n4l06 J0hnny4n4l06@********.com |
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| Subject: | The Long Haul - Case Notes and more |
| Date: | Wed, 29 Mar 2000 13:00:36 -0600 |
Before the case notes, let me make something nice and sparking clear: No
wetwork. Else, I'm out of the picture. Period. I'm discrete about my
assignments but I said this from day one: wetwork brings unnecessary heat
and complications.
So you met the mutt Ronin? Be grateful that the mutt did recognize you. Let
me just leave it at that. :)
Due to the circumstances I had to subcontract someone. It will come up from
my share and my partner's very discreet. Apologies from that.
Question: Is Hammerhill and independent corp or a subsidiary of the Big Ten?
You might wanna check that up in case any of the 'higher ups' steps in the
big picture. Might be worth to check it out to avoid any nasty surprises.
Transcription Follows:
Random Encryption Algorythm: Beta Postcard 56G Tango
>>>>>[CASE NOTES: VINCENT LONG
Like any other metahuman, Vincent Long has his routines. It's my job to find
out what those are, follow at a safe distance and then make my move. Easier
said than done. As soon as I got this one started right away. His normal
routines are those of an executive in his firm. House, Corp, Fridays to a
nice little sarariman bar to carouse and weekends with the family. He
doesn't rate the security of other executives, which makes things easier
from my end. He's not a drekhot executive nor a research scientist so
security is not that tight, magically speaking. Still I approach with
extreme care.
Then the routine is broken after a meeting with some security personnell.
Vassilly is careful. He doesn't take the direct approach. Subtle, gotta give
him that. His lackeys carry his message, strong enough to know they're
watching his everymove but not strong enough to notice that Vassilly is
pulling their strings.
One thing about corp culture. If you notice close enough, you notice the
ones that are fallen from grace or out of the loop, so to speak. Vincent
Long has just joined this club. He no longer gets invited to the important
meetings. His partners at the executive shark pool shun him for now. He's
been pointed out for investigation. They carefully step away and avoid
dealing with him except with the most unavoidable ocassions. He feels it.
The strain is getting him. I make my move.
Long slums out in Matchstick's. Long's got some taste after all or pretends
to have one. Like many sararimen on their night out, they go out, get drunk,
carouse with any available females and then try to get their cabride home or
to the nearest coffin hotel in one piece for the ensuing hangover.
Vince is alone this time. He's been branded a Pariah by Vassilly. Vassilly's
men are close, I feel them. They watch. But they can't watch him all the
time. Gotta give it to him. They're good. Not good enough though. They
haven't noticed me in the mix. Despite the strain and the circunstances
around him, Long knows better than get really drunk and make a fool of
himself at the club. He knows he's been watched. He knows he cannot afford
to make a fool of himself. Not here at least. He's drunk alright, but not
stupid. At least not yet.
Vincent Long calls a cab from his phone. I've been there at the club. One of
the patrons there. Non-descript caucasian, nice clothes, listening to the
band ripping through their set while keeping an eye to Long and Vassily's
men. I'm out and moving before Long goes out to wait for it. I go out and
walk a block when a cab picks me up. My partner's been waiting for my signal
and approaches Long. I'm invisible in the cab waiting.
Long sits in the corner opposite mine, not noticing me. That's nice
otherwise bumping into me might be a tad shocking to him in his state.
He barks at my partner his home address. A good 10 minute ride. Long enough
to make my pitch.
Me: Hello
VL: WHA?
(my partner keeps driving non chalant. she knows what to do. To Long we're
to non-descript persons. Too normal and generic)
Me: Easy Vince (I appear from thin air. With my Taser.) Don't move Mr. Long.
This won't take long.
VL: Who are you?
Me: No one really. Name's Benway. I just want to state my piece and then you
take it from there Mr. Long.
VL: I don't have a choice have I?
Me: Not from our end.
PARTNER: He's clean. We've been followed but no intrusions. No one's
listening on us. Just my radio's music.
Me: Good girl.
VL: What's this?
Me: Listen Long: You're fragged. Way fragged. Over your head and you know
it.
VL: What do you mean?
Me: You're been shunned. No one wants anything to do with you if they can't
help it now and you know it.
VL: Why's that.
Me: You know better than that Long. Now you're being hunted. You have no
idea by whom and why and you know it.
VL: Suppose you're right. What is your role in this?
Me: I'm your only wait out of this
VL: Are you a headhunter?
Me: No, I'm your only lifeline Vince. You're being fragged seriously. You
can't do nothing about it. I know the who and the why and unless you want to
be a sitting duck and take it up your bum, I'm you're only answer right now.
VL: Why should I believe you?
Me: 'Cause it's me or the goons following you. You've seen them have you.
Subtle yet there.
VL:****looking around nervously******
Me: Don't worry about them. You're taking a ride home Long. That's all what
they're seeing. Stay put and you'll be able to come home to the wife and
kids.
VL: What do you want?
Me: Well I have what you want Vince. Names and deeds. The who and the why
Vince. The question is how badly you want it?
VL: How do I know you're telling the truth.
Me: That's up to you to believe me or not, but I've got the missing pieces
Vincent. Time is running and the walls are caving in. What you do is up to
you.
VL: How much is this gonna cost me?
Me: How about the ability to stay in your job and keep breathing in one
piece Vince? How valuable is that to you and your family?
VL: Alright..... How much?
Me: <Nice Amount> for starters. In standard credsticks. If this is faerie
gold or if this has ANY tracers, I'll hung you out to dry Vince and your
people will pick out your corpse. You won't like me when I'm crossed Long.
Do you understand?
VL: Yes.
****cab approaches home******
Me: Ok Vince, here's your home. Relax. It's all safe now. We'll talk soon.
(I turn invisible again)
Vince is a pro. Deep breaths. And steps out once the cab arrives at his
home.
Me: What do you think?
PARTNER: You brought the fear in him alright. I think he bought it. His
vitals were off the scale at first. But once you gave him the pitch he was
fine. He's in like sin.
Me: Any pursuit from security.
PARTNER: They followed us until his apartment, but weren't listening to us.
All they listened was what was playing on my stereo.
Me: Wiz! Are they following us now?
PARTNER: Negative. Time to fade.
Me: Alright. Let's go home
We take a tour of the city and dissappear in Seattle's shadows.
End NOTES and Encryption]<<<<<
--J0hnny4n4l06 <12:51:39/3-29-61>
