| From: | Dean Esam <twist@******.EDU.AU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Things that go bump in the night! |
| Date: | Tue, 7 Mar 1995 17:15:13 +1100 |
headed off to Japan, any news on our roving assassin lately. ]<<<<<
-- Courier <22:20:04/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ Carefull what you ask for Courier, the street is alive with
rumours that some sniper opened up into a crowd of people in the Arcology
'bout quarter an hour ago, law enforcement is on site and _nobody_ is
getting in there to have look. ]<<<<<
-- Packman <22:24:18/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ We'll see about that!!! ]<<<<<
-- Courier <22:27:53/03-06-55>
*****Private: The Lovers
>>>>>[ I require full access to Renraku matrix slave nodes, right now,
for a period of ten minutes! ]<<<<<
-- Courier <22:30:00/03-06-55>
*****Private: Courier
>>>>>[ All right, but don't try and lift anything, that could bring,
complications... ]<<<<<
+++++Upload: Access Codes
+++++Upload: Partial System Map
-- The Lovers <22:31:00/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ Here goes...
+++++Begin Matrix log
Once again you find your senses reel as the image of the matrix fills
your vision, within your sight is the somewhat familiar 'newspaper boy'
icon that (some of you) recognise as belonging to Courier...
He speeds off towards the Renraku icon on the horizon, involuntarily you
follow behind, maintaining exactly the distance between you. You quickly
approach the icon and hover approximately half way up it, the icon of the
newspaper boy shifts and shapes suddenly, assuming the exact form of a
red samurai, who waves his hand over the surface of the wall to reveal an
opening.
Dashing through several rooms you notice all the ICE calmly makes way for
the samurai, when you reach a small circular slave node with viewscreens
for walls, each showing a different picture, he has still not been
challenged by ICE.
The samurai looks around then spots what he is looking for, he motions
and you find yourself heading at the wall, you collide with it.
+++++Begin camera transmission
The scene is somewhat grisly, there is a fair amount of blood on the
sidewalk within the arcology, emergency crews are tending to wounded
wherever you look, however nobody looks badly hurt, mostly cuts and
scratches. Then a doctor with docwagon insignia moves out of the way and
you see the body, patiently you wait as the trauma team finishes tending
the victims, then begins to gather up the body on the ground. As the
sheet is removed the camera zooms in on the fallen mans features, the man
is tall, somewhat chunky, with greying dark hair, before you can see any
more the sheet is replaced and two of the medical officers begin carrying
him away.
You quickly survey the scene one final time, and something on the edge of
your vision glitters, zooming in you see, an ornate walking stick, it
must have been previously hidden by the body
+++++End camera transmission
+++++End matrix log
+++++Connection broken
DREK, DREK, DREK, DREK, DREK ]<<<<<
-- Courier <22:39:18/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ Hey, I recognise that guy, just can't place him, hmm... However,
that wasn't some nut opening up on a crowd. Only one person died, that was
an execution, plain and simple, but why was it disguised... Courier, what
are you on to. ]<<<<<
-- Packman <22:40:21/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ Think man, heres the list of people killed by our assassin friend
so far...
- Several F.B.I. agents
- Magical Researcher (insect totems)
- Shadowrunning Group
Alright, now that could be quite a few people, or, at the very
least a coincidence of several contracts. But you add the last name and
the conclusion is obvious. ]<<<<<
-- Courier <22:41:50/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ But I don't know who that was! ]<<<<<
-- Packman <22:42:38/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ The death certificate, confirming the unrecoverable demise of one
Mr. Brandon Lowe will probably be filed by sunbreak tomorrow. ]<<<<<
-- Courier <22:44:18/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ Lowe??? The only people that want him dead are ..... OH DREK
]<<<<<
-- Packman <22:45:12/03-06-55>
>>>>>[ That's right, how many more targets can you count around here.
]<<<<<
-- Courier <22:46:07/03-06-55>
