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From:	Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA>
Subject:	To those who dwell...
Date:	Mon, 2 Feb 1998 11:52:11 +0000

Message no. 1 *****Internal: Review Footage Archive (Hostage-1-B)
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The Breezy Street terminus is filled up. We have been sitting there, under the
protection of the van's one-way macroplast windows, for 45 minutes. Yeah,
I was right. Mostly old bags. But also a couple of juicy young things.
And two kids. Shit.

Where is it, goddamn bus? I can see the others, glassy eyes, nervous
twitches. They are as stressed out as I am. They need to move... Shit,
it's late, the mutha....

Yes! There it is... it pulls up the terminal's driveway, that big Frisco
sign shining away. Looking down at my deck, I only need to push a few
keys. Right now, my frame races down to KSAF, NBS and ABS affiliates and
a couple of screamsheets, telling 'em that "the Sons of Freedom" want 10
million nuyen, or they'll blow up the muthafucker. I close down the
plastic lid, and secure it to my hip, as always. Pulling down my fullmask
and goggles.

My watch beeps twice...0755 AM... It's time

"Comm only now muthafraggers, we going in..."

The step on the van's accelerator. With a little push, the van screams
ahead, closing in. It only takes a few second, but I already see a
couple of faces turning around. The driver is still outside, closing down
the side baggage bays. Brake hard.

Comm (Haze): "File out...Go Go Go Go Hurry"

The side door opens hard, almost tearing it off its hinges. One by one
they jump out, skimasks down, aiming their weapons at the gawkers. 1 runs
in the bus, followed by 2 and 3... 4 tells the driver to put his hands on
the bus, using his weapon to maximum effect. The rest wait outside,
training their guns on the onlooking crowd. Okay, my mini-cam is ready,
my frame connecting me directly to the Trids and Newsies image dumps. I
step out the van, in full milspec med armor. Taking the mini-cam, I point
it towards myself.

"Okay, people of the World. To show you the Sons of Freedom are
serious..."

I pull out my Hammerli. The driver only has a split second to react,
before his head gets torn off. Two of my guys get a little bloodied up,
and the red stain on the side of the bus is a little bigger than I tought
it would be, but, fuck, it only goes for greater effect to the Newsies.
I give the cam to 7. He points it towards me.

"Other hostages will be executed at random times, unless our demands are
met. We will not move, we will not surrender. Our holy mission is under
way. We will succeed."

The mini-cam's red light goes off. I expect them to get here inside of 10
minutes.

"Okay, muthafraggers, let's go inside"

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-- Haze <07:57:54/02-02-59>

From:	Frank Pelletier <jeanpell@****.IVIC.QC.CA>
Subject:	To those who dwell...
Date:	Mon, 2 Feb 1998 12:05:03 +0000

Message no. 2 *****Internal: Review Footage Archive (Hostage-1-E)
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+++++ Include Cybersenses recording (Merged)
+++++ Include Cybercomm tought track

Things are a little tight. Tighter than I thought they would be. Shit.

20 some patrol cars are surronding the bus. A few armored vans. 2
Citymaster riot vehicles. One riot cop brought me a cellphone, hand
extended from behind his shield. The fuckin' police tried to reason with
me. For the last goddamn hour. Why I shouldn't do this. Why I can still
save the situation. That they won't fry me. Hey. If they only knew. I
wonder what my presence here bought for my employers. Time? Is there a
major heist getting pulled somewhere? Attention? Pure mayhem? Dont' know.

And frankly, don't care. I'm making enough money on this run to last me
two months. But I gotta live through this first.

The people in the bus are scared. There's 3 less now, all men, all piled
up in front of the door, brains scattered.

"Jack...Jack...listen to me. It takes time to assemble that much money!
We are still talking to the Governor. She promises that the money will be
here, but you have to let some hostages go. As a mesure of good faith."

The door opens. A loud noise. Another body falls down the stairs.

"You'll get good faith from me when I get the money, muthafragger. Now, I
ain't stupid. You're buying time. What you got planned, pig? SWAT
assault? FBI counter-terrorists? How many snipers you got there, big boy?
Pissed that I blocked the angles, huh? Can't see much of this bus from up
there, uh?"

"Listen, Jack...we want to help you. I want to see this end without
any more killings. But you gotta help me. Stop killing those people! I
know you're not a lunatic. You want help, like all of us. I can help
you, Jack."

"Shut up, or I plug another one..."

Three small beeps. I check my watch. 0955 AM. Time to move.

Comm (Haze): "Okay, y'all, we gonna move to Redmond, grab 4, and prepare
to leave..."

"Okay, muthafragger...move some cars around... I'm taking this show on the
road. I'm giving you 1 minute to move the cars that block Maple Hill, or
I get trigger happy, got it?"

"What? You can't be serious..."

"No, no, no...you don't understand, do you? Move 'em now...or..let's see.
One of the small kids gets it. You don't want that, do you? Poor little
thing, never even tasted life. Dead by your own fault. My, my, his
parents are sure gonna..."

"Okay, okay, okay...they're moving..."

I can see him a few yards back, gesturing to some officers. Cars begin to
back up, leaving me an opening...

"Good boy."

Ahh... How sweet home at last. The Hood. Redmond. Back to where it all
started. They gonna follow me, but they won't be nearly as affirmed as
they were in that goddamn white collar Auburn. Redmond, after all, don't
like them much.

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-- Haze <09:57:14/02-02-59>

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