| From: | The Wyrm Ouroboros <mehaffhm@******.SAN.UC.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Visual Feed Only |
| Date: | Fri, 29 Oct 1993 14:58:22 -0400 |
>Across a number of hills sown with trees, the panorama is marvellous.
>A house, akin to the chateaus of the Alps, rests in the lee of one of
>the hills; but the camera pans away from it, zooming in on a location
>quite some distance away from the house's location. From previous
>recordings, you recognize members of the MilTech crew -- AJ in
>particular, watching through binoculars worriedly at.... something.
>Pan back towards the house; and, even though you are fairly sure that
>the director of the camera knows exactly what they're looking for, it
>takes a few moments to locate the targets -- a number of concealed
>drones, as well as a number of various-sized humanoids. Elf... elf....
>human, human, human..... there's a dwarf.
>And .that. is nothing of any metahuman child born of flesh and blood.
>Eight feet of duralum, artificial muscle, and sensory equipment -- only
>guesswork would be able to say what kind of weaponry, if any, this
>monster carries onboard. On its own, much like the others, it is
>equipped with mundane weaponry -- in this case, a heavy minigun and an
>ammo pack. It looks up in a direction what you'd presume was back at
>Action Jackson's encampment, and raises its fist, extending the middle
>finger.
>The zoom pulls back, and you lose sight of any specific 'deadhead' in
>the trees....
Visual Shutdown***
There you go, AJ. Your route is open. Feel free...]<<<<<
-- The Dead Decker (14:57:56/10-29-54)
