| From: | Jett <zmjett@*********.COM> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | The next step? |
| Date: | Sun, 2 Aug 1998 15:21:15 -0400 |
>>>>>[Hey, guys. Just thought I'd let you know what the story is. I'm back
in the states as of a couple days ago, and I'll be making a couple trips to tie up some
loose ends. Gonna make stops in a few cities, finish some business, then head for Seattle.
Should take no longer than a couple weeks, but I'll be mostly out of touch for that time.
Hoping to dig up some info on Jett's dealings outside of Seattle and see if I can find any
links.
How's the investigation going on your end?]<<<<<
-- Jett <14:46:32/08-02-59>
*****Private: Internal phone convo
>>>>>[
S- Male voice, apparently troll
I- Female voice, Ironthorne
I- Hey, Snook. I'm back in the states. Gonna clean up some biz in
Denver, drop in on you guys in Cali for a bit, then head back to
Seattle.
S: How you holding up, Jett? Any problems yet?
I: *laughs drily* It's just another role to play, Snook. It's pretty
interesting that I managed to pass myself off as my own sister. And it's
sorta cool hearing what people have to say about me after I'm dead.
S: Hell, from what I've seen, it's a pretty damn convincing act. If I
hadn't gotten your message earlier, I would have believed you were dead
and that Ironthorne was a different person altogether. For someone who
decided to blow themselves up on a spur-of-the-moment whim, you planned
well.
I: Heh. Methos did a LOT toward this. He's sort of the mastermind. I
don't like what I had to do to fit the part, though. I had to cut my
hair off. Now all I've got is a crew cut and a jar full of ruthenium
fibers. It's gonna cost me a shitload of nuyen to get the damn cyberhair
reimplanted. And I replaced the covers of my cybereyes. And this corset
is killing me.
S: I still can't believe you went through with this.
I: I had to, Snook. Someone was gunning for me. What if they'd sent
someone like Haze to do the job? Then I wouldn't have been faking it.
*sighs* I hope I wasn't overreacting. I've been racking my brains
thinking of who would want me dead, and I can't think of anyone. Things
were cool with the Yaks last time I checked. I talked to Ranier the
other day, actually, asking about how he was, how his daughter was
doing. It would be a real riot if I found out I'd faked my death for
nothing.
S: So what are you gonna do when you get back to Seattle? How are you on
money?
I: Get my stuff back. Get a place to stay. Lay low. I have a LOT of
money, Snook. More than I thought. I got a real big bonus on that
policlub hit, and that trip to Africa, well, you know how that one paid
off. I've got better than half a mil, EASY. No problems with settling
in. I can mask my aura somewhat, but any magicians who know me by sight
would get suspicious. Especially since Ironthorne has the same amount of
cyber as Jett did. Does. Hell, it's common stuff, but how many magically
active razorgirls are there around?
S: You got a point. When you get here, we'll talk to Ashwing and see
what we can do.
I: Thanks, Derek. A lot. *sighs again* I just want this little charade
to be over. I want my life back. And I want to get out of this damn
corset.
S: *laughs* At least here, you can be yourself again for a bit. We do
miss you, you know. Blockhead's out of the hospital and back home. He's
been asking about you.
I: Heh.
S: I know that tone of voice, Ju, so don't even start. Anyway, we'll be
here when you get here. Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this.
I: I hope so, Derek. I really hope so. ]<<<<<
-- Ironthorne <15:05:34/08-02-59>
