| From: | Brian Rogers <rogers@****.UIUC.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Trouble Alert |
| Date: | Tue, 10 Oct 1995 15:52:07 -0500 |
Merrox: "Sorry to bother you. We have a problem."
Merrox's voice is calm. Calm bordering on comatose. There is a certain
edge to his voice that, after thinking about it for a short time you
realize is more nervousness that can more be attributed to lack of social
skills.
Kor: "No bother. The fact that you are using voice disturbs me though.
You usually use your voice box. Whats going on?" There seems to have been
some tinkering done here. The voice seems to have been altered...slowed maybe.
Merrox: "The security alarms at your Council Island home have been activated.
I also intercepted a panic button activation from both Trixie and Neuron
Basher's DocWagon bracelets.
Kor: "SHIT -- Im on my way". Away from the the phone, obviously to someone
else in the room at the time "We are going to have to hold off on this. A
friend and employee is in trouble. Ill change later".
Merrox: "Hold on. Knight Errant, Lone Star, and Doc Wagon have already
responded to the panic buttons.
Kor: "Ok...whats your point? Switching to headset...keep talking."
Merrox: "My point is that there is nothing you can ... Ok, they are being
taken to South Island Clinic. Do you need the address?"
Kor: "No, I know where that is. Do we know whats happened yet?"
Merrox: "Initially there was a broadcast from Knight Errant's dispatcher
sending a unit over to the brownstone to check out the panic button. A
minute or two later there was something from Lone Star also sending a cruiser
over to see what happening. I've never been able to listen in on DocWagon
so I dont really know what happened there. Your home phone is ringing,
do you want me to patch that through?"
Kor: "Yes, please"
Merrox: "You are on"
Kor: "Hello?"
Trixie: ">encrypted<'s been shot. Sniper, on the island. Went down hard.
Patched up best I could. Heading for SIC." Trixie speeds through her
compressed report without taking a breath. When she finishes she waits
for a short second and bursts into a even faster version in a broken spanish
japanese mixture.
Kor: "Hold on, love. Just slow down a bit. Are you with DocWagon now?"
Trixie: "Si. Knight Errant is following us"
Kor: "Ok, good. I shoud be at the hospital in a few minutes. Are you hit?
Is *WORBLE* ok?"
Trixie: "I didnt get hit at all. He took a shot to the shoulder and
one to the thigh. I didnt find any more holes. Who would want to do
something like this to us?"
Kor: "I dont know, dear. I really dont know. Merrox, can you get me
through to Sgt. Fuller at LSS?"
Merrox: "Im already ahead of you. I called him, he didn't know anything"
Kor: "Thanks..."
Trixie: "Oh God..." *CLICK*
Kor: "What?! WHAT?! What happened Merrox?"
Merrox: "Cut off from her end. I cant re-establish the connection"
[At this point Kor spouted off a string of Ojibwa that a sailor would
proud of and hung up on me.]
Anyone know whats going on?]<<<<<
-- Merrox <20:01:53 / 10-10-56>
