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From:	R Andrew Hayden <rahayden@*****.WEEG.UIOWA.EDU>
Subject:	We're back
Date:	Thu, 18 Feb 93 05:19:06 CET

From:	Eric Randolp Benson <fountain@******.UDEL.EDU>
Subject:	We're Back
Date:	Tue, 22 Feb 1994 09:07:11 -0500

From:	Joshua James Harrison <harrij4@***.EDU>
Subject:	Re: We're Back
Date:	Tue, 22 Feb 1994 23:25:51 -0500

Message no. 3 >>>>>[Aww geez, Lauri... do you have to bring that up? I need to keep an
extra
cushion on my chair right now. Thanks for teaching me... I realize it took me
a while to pick up the skills for skating, but I think I was doing all right,
don't you?

I still say that you ladies cheated in that snowball fight we had... although
it was fun... I don't see how the three of you could have beaten the three of
us... we'll have to have a rematch sometime. :-) Anyway... I'll be hanging
around... you want to go clubbing next weekend to celebrate our Genetek
victory? And by the way, when's your first game? I'd love to see it.

Talk to you later, Lauri. Bye bye now!]<<<<<
-- Coyote <I'm still sore!>

From:	Eric Randolp Benson <fountain@******.UDEL.EDU>
Subject:	Re: We're Back
Date:	Wed, 23 Feb 1994 08:06:45 -0500

Message no. 4 >>>>>[Coyote and Chance, their next game is Friday night versus the
Mighty Ducks of Anaheim, at Anaheim. My first game actually playing with
them will be Wednesday the second of March at home versus Puget Sound /
EBM Shipbuilders.

On clubbing... don't know. I can't really commit to anything. Right
now, I'm on a pretty intense training schedule.]<<<<<
-- Laurissa <08:06:15, 02-23-55>

From:	Joshua James Harrison <harrij4@***.EDU>
Subject:	Re: We're Back
Date:	Wed, 23 Feb 1994 09:32:10 -0500

Message no. 5 >>>>>[All right Lauri... I understand... but if you don't take time to
relax,
you're gonna burn yourself out and not be of use to ANY team (hockey or
otherwise). So I think youc an probably take one night out of your oh-so-busy
schedule to hang with a fun-lovin decker like myself. If you really can't,
well then, I understand, but I will expect you to make it up to me some other
time, 'kay?

I'll be seeing you at the game, even if you don't see me! Talk to ya later,
bye bye!]<<<<<
-- Coyote <GO TEAM!>

From:	Necromancer <shilberg@********.UNI.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Re: We're Back
Date:	Wed, 23 Feb 1994 11:44:47 -0600

Message no. 6 >>>>>[Whoa, I missed something here....when did you start playing pro
hockey,
Lauri? And who with?]<<<<<
- Necromancer <11:46:43/02-23-55>

From:	"Chris J. Parkinson" <CJPARK3030@******.COM>
Subject:	We're Back!
Date:	Sun, 23 Oct 1994 17:21:12 -0400

Message no. 7 >>>>>[ Believe it or not, the Posse is back after a long tour in the
jungles
of southeast asia. Don't ever ask us about what we did.

On other notes: Does anybody have any biz for six rogue warriors?

We await a reply.]<<<<<
-- CyberWraith <16:25:23 / 10-23-55>

From:	Brad Shantz <brads@******.COM>
Subject:	We're back
Date:	Mon, 27 Mar 1995 14:36:00 PST

Message no. 8 >>>>>[Hi, folks. Shields and I just got ourselves settled in our new base
of operations. He was having a problem with a former employer who gave hime

the runaround. But, now we're freelancing. Won't be long, and we'll be
having another housewarming party. Anyway, sorry it's been so long since
we've been in touch.]<<<<<
-- Jasmine <03-27-56/14:10:00 >

From:	Neuron Basher <mark@********.IP.NET>
Subject:	We're back.
Date:	Mon, 26 Jun 1995 11:58:49 EDT

Message no. 9 ***** PRIVATE: Jason Stormwind
>>>>>[ Well, boss, Tris and I are back in town, and we'll probably be back
in the office tomorrow. We're spending one last day in peace and quiet
together before getting back to business..

+++++ PAUSE: 35 seconds.

Oh, Tris wants to know if you'd like to join us for dinner tonight? See
ya. ]<<<<<
-- Neuron Basher < 16:56:26/6-26-56 >

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	We're back
Date:	Mon, 21 Oct 1996 11:45:23 +1200

Message no. 10 *****PRIVATE: Ronin; The Magical Group Formally Known as ?
>>>>>[Ice here, I'm posting this through a sat-link from near Chicago,
we'll be back in Seattle in a day or so.

Some of you wanted to know what happened to us over the last four or five
days, others of you were actually there, and no doubt some of you don't
care at all, but here it is anyway...

+++++Begin footage

Black screen, apart from the words "Ice's cybercamera, Chicago delivery
run, Evita, Ronin, Rosha, Wolfen in attendance. Free spirit present in the
astral. 2430 approx."

There is a brief flash, then the view is of a city, probably Chicago from
the words just before, under a stormy sky at night. Ice appears to be
looking at the shore from a small motor boat on lake Michigan. The camera
turns, looking around, taking in the sight of four others.

The first, too short to be anything but a dwarf, is a tanned, blonde
haired, blue-eyed woman. Her hair is close cropped, military style and she
has an excited, yet focused look on her face. The name "Rosha" appears at
the bottom of the screen.

The second, also a woman, is fairly short as well, but not to the same
extent. She carries what looks like an Ares Squirt, and a sai hangs from
her belt along with a pouch. She is dressed in black, and her face is
painted in military style night-fighting camouflage. She gets the name
"Evita".

The third is a man of about average height, and carries a fixed stock HK227
with what looks like an ultra-sound sight attached under the barrel. His
clothes too are black, and he wears the face paint as well. The name
"Ronin" identifies him.

The fourth is an elf, tall and well built. He is armed with a pair of Ares
Predators, and carries a long-handled sword in a scabbard strapped to his
back. Like Ronin and Evita, he wears night-time camouflage. The name
"Wolfen" appears below him.

"Okay," says Ronin "One last time."

Ice groans, Evita looks pained, and Rosha turns away from the camera, but
they all seem to be listening. Wolfen continues to stare over the lake
towards the shore, no signs of his emotional state visible.

"We go out onto the lake, and hold just outside the zone, east of it,"
Ronin begins, "Ice calls up his elementals, and goes astral to distract the
UCAS patrol, leading them north. We wait until he comes back to his body,
then move in, under the cover of Rosha's, Ice's and the Spirit's assorted
invisibility, heat barrier, and silence spells. We meet on the beach at no
later than 0015," he pauses for a moment, his eyes going distant, "Okay, T
minus 30 seconds."

"I'll change then," says Ice, and the view begins to drop towards the ground.

Ice looks down at himself, making sure the spell goes right. His body
changes first, unleashing a number of nasty cracking noises, then his
clothes shrink until they wrap snuggly about his new form. The result is a
small black and white cat, wearing a matte black harness, a silver-studded
leather collar, and sunglasses.

"Let's go," says the cat, speaking through the micro speakers on the collar.

Ronin and Evita step over the gunwhale on the opposite side from the shore,
climbing onto jetskis. Rosha follows, mounting a third, after casting a
spell of her own, altering her appearance to blend in with the night.
Wolfen climbs onto a fourth as Ice jumps lightly onto the largest, piloted
by Ronin. The cat settles down between two LMG's mounted at the front of
the small water vessel as Ronin starts up the motor. Evita kicks hers into
life, as do Rosha and Wolfen, and then Ice speaks.

"Silence in three, two, one," he says.

All noise ceases, and Evita moves off, followed by the others. The cat
drops it's head as the team pull away, slowly disappearing from view as
they do so. The camera remains still for the rest of the trip.

They move away from the shore for a while, then turn to the north, moving
paralel to the shore for five or six clicks. They stop there, about three
clicks from shore, and wait. The lights of the zone border are visible, and
every so often a burst of tracers from within the CZ greets a low flying
military surveillance air-ship.

After a moment, the cat raises it's head and nods, and the jetski starts up
again, running towards the shore at full speed. The cat stands up, leaning
into the wind. The others in the group are presumably following, but they
are neither visible nor audible to the camera. The shore approaches
quickly, and the team looks like they are going to make it without official
intervention.

Then, off to the right, a navy patrol boat becomes visible, its current
speed and heading likely to take it across the path of the runners. Ronin
pulls up, the cat almost falling off. Ice turns, glaring at Ronin, but the
samurai is not visible as anything more than a faint flicker.

Ice turns back again, and all is still for a moment. Then the patrol boat
passes, and the jetski starts moving again. After approximately a minute,
it bottoms out, and there is a splash as the still invisible Ronin jumps
off into the water. Ice waits, not willing to get wet, until Ronin has
dragged the vehicle up onto the shore, then he leaps off, and looks around
the beach.

In the darkness, not much is visible past the short beach. A couple of
clicks south a heavily built up residential area is visible. To the
immediate west and north is a large industrial complex, some sort of
chemical plant, judging by the toxic waste warning signs.

The invisibility spell is dropped, and Rosha, Wolfen, Ronin and Evita
become visible, dragging their jetskis up the beach. Ice follows, and
watches as they start to conceal the vehicles under a pile of wooden
crates. He steps away, then begins to change again. This time the result is
a large white tiger, with the matte black harness expanded to cover almost
his entire body. Several stiff plates, presumably armour, are visible in
the shift of the material as Ice flexes his limbs and back to make sure
everything works.

A grey wolf comes on screen, and the name "Wolfen" appears at the bottom of
the screen. Presumably Wolfen has also made a change.

After checking that the jetskis are well hidden, Rosha mumbles, "Clap yo'
hands, ev'rybody... F'you got what it takes... Cuz we're n'here t'take
you out... And these are the Breaks...".

Rosha moves up the beach, and Ice lopes past her, taking the lead. The rest
of the group follows, and they move into the complex.

+++++Splice

Black screen, then the words "Next evening, 1800 approx."

The view opens on a street in a residential area, the buildings about two
or three stories high on average. On the horizon the sun is setting, and
the shots from Chicago's ubiquitous firefights are audible in the middle
distance. Ice is currently looking back at the rest of the team behind him,
Evita closest, followed by Wolfen, then Rosha, Ronin watching over his
shoulder at the rear.

Ice turns back to look forwards again, then comes to a sudden halt. Ahead,
half in and half out of the display window of a long looted electronics
shop, there is a human body. Ice approaches, looking carefully around, but
the surrounding windows are empty. Ice turns back to the corpse, coming
closer, then sees that it has the mouthparts of a wasp or bee. He recoils
as Evita comes up to stand beside him.

"Fleshform," she says, "Wasp maybe."

Ice nods, looking away, as Wolfen, still in wolf form, arrives with Ronin,
and Rosha.

"Anything more around?" Ronin asks, seemingly speaking to the air.

A nearby burger wrapper flutters over, and is suddenly torn into pieces,
which flutter down to land in the pattern of a word. Ice moves closer,
looking down at it, seeing that it reads "No".

"Your spirit friend?" asks Ice.

"Friend?" says Ronin, raising one eyebrow, "But yes, I hope that's who it
is."

Ice turns away, and looks around, then sets off again. The others fall in
behind him.

+++++Splice

Black screen, the words "Early morning, 0300 approx."

The view is of a small park, from up high somewhere. In the centre of the
park is a fountain, with a statue of a dolphin leaping from still water.
The pool is almost empty, containing only a scummy green residue at the
bottom. Ice looks around, revealing that he is in a tree at the edge of the
park. The other four wait at the base of the tree, and Ice jumps down to
join them.

"Into the park?" he asks.

"This is where it possessed me last time," he says, "Apparently he can only
get people if they enter the park. So no, we don't go in."

There is a swirl of rubbish, and an angry snarl can be heard, then a human
figure manifests between them and the park. It is a male, tall and very
good looking, but there is a dark look of hatred on its face.

"Give me the items," it snarls.

"The sim-chips?" asks Ronin, "I hate to be mercenary, but this little run
cost us all plenty to set up."

The spirit snarls, and disappears, and the team waits for a minute or so.
Then the spirit enters the park from the other side of it, carrying a small
pouch. It throws the bag to Ronin who catches it and looks inside, then
closes it with a satisfied sounding grunt. He unslings his military style
backpack, places the pouch inside, and takes out three macroplast boxes,
throwing them to the spirit. It catches them, and places them on the
ground.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you all now," it says in a
conversational tone of voice, "I've got what I want, after all."

"Sounds like a decent last wish ..." Rosha says, sounding falsely confident.

The spirit laughs, then disappears. The pool suddenly fills up again, water
gurgling in from a hidden source, and the noise forms into vague words.

"You have three hours, then I alert a nearby hive of wasps..."

The voice tails of as the pool is filled, and Ice looks at the others.

"Let's move," snarls Ronin, and they leave the area in haste.

+++++Splice

Black screen, the words "approx three hours later".

The scene is of the same building in which the runners stayed the day
before. Ice is looking up at it as the group approaches.

"Daylight's breakin'," Rosha sighs, "We diggin' in?".

"What about the bugs it was sending after us?" asks Ice, turning back
towards her. Evita and Rosha both look exhausted and Ronin seems only
slightly better off. On the other hand, Wolfen, still in wolf form, seems
happy to run all day.

"We can't all keep up with a goddamned tiger," snaps Ronin, "We need to
rest. And besides, we've seen no sign of bugs. It was probably lying to get
us away before we decided to torch its home ground."

Ice grunts, giving up, and they head into the building. Wolfen is off
screen when he resumes human form, but he wanders into the camera view
again, heading for the stairs up.

"Let's stick to the ground floor this time," Ice says, "Easier to escape if
we need to, and the top floor is no good for defence against astral spirits
anyway."

"Sounds good," says Wolfen, sitting down and pulling some ration bars from
a pocket.

Ronin, Rosha, and Evita join him, Ice watching them. Ronin eventually
grunts, and throws him a fragment of one of his bars, and the tiger bolts
it down, waiting for more. Rosha laughs, throwing him another piece.

"Alright," Ice says, "There's a limit to how much humiliation I'll take
before eating you bastards. Feed me."

Wolfen pushes an open plastic package across the floor, two bars inside it.
Ice mutters to himself as he eats them.

"Can you do an astral watch?" asks Ronin when Ice has finished.

The tiger nods, then drops his head to the floor. The others wait,
continuing their so-called meal, until startled by the appearance of a tall
elf in the midst of them. He is dressed in white robes, and a small dragon
curls around his left leg, torso, and right arm, resting it's chin on the
back of his right hand.

"No sign yet," he says, "Oh, Ronin, you wouldn't have seen me on the astral
before. This is me," Ice executes a model's spin, then bows.

The astral elf sits down with the group, to the obvious discomfort of
Ronin. Rosha, Wolfen, and Evita seem comfortable with Ice's astral form,
presumably having seen him do this before.

Suddenly the curled dragon raises it's head and hisses, Ice looking up
simultaneously.

"Trouble," he snaps out, and the astral form disappears.

Rosha, Wolfen, Evita, and Ronin leap to their feet, the latter two pulling
their weapons into firing position, Rosha uncoiling a monofilament whip,
and Wolfen drawing his sword. Ronin swaps clips on his HK, as Ice stirs,
getting to his feet.

"Eight or nine bugs," Ice says, "true forms, wasps, should be here
any..."

In true dramatic fashion, his words are interupted by the entrance through,
windows, of four giant wasps. They waste no time, throwing themselves at
the team, as more start to manifest inside the room. Ronin opens fire, his
burst strangely quiet, a strange "splat" noise audible as the rounds impact
on the wasp's head. The spirit lunges at him, the chitin where it was hit
visibly ruptured. Evita and Rosha come under attack, but Ice does not see
the outcome, occupied as he is by the attack of a bug of his own. He dodges
it's lunge, and his right paw lashes out, a glowing tattoo visible beneth
the fur, and takes the head off of the wasp. Ice looks around as the bug
demanifests, seeing that the second group have become fully physical.
Several begin to move forward, slowed by their pseudo-flesh, as Ice casts a
spell. A bolt of ice rips through the foremost spirit, throwing it back,
and it disappears as the others move forward. Ronin moves past Ice, firing
into the group, several bugs going down and demanifesting. Wolfen moves
forward, cutting into one of the bugs, and several of them explode in
sprays of phantom ichor as Evita casts a spell. The rest flee back to
astral space.

"Everyone alright?" asks Ice.

"Let's move," Ronin snaps abruptly, over any replies, "North to the double
laned road, then we cut east."

The group leaves the building, moving north, and Ice takes the lead. They
turn east at a large wide road, one that is devoid of any signs of life.

"Ice," says Evita, "I have an idea. If I turn into a horse, Ronin can ride
me, and you can carry Rosha. Wolfen can run pretty fast as a wolf, so we'll
cover ground much faster that way."

"Good idea," says Ronin, touching Evita on the shoulder, "I'm sick of
walking."

Ice protests feebly, then agrees. Evita makes the change, clothes first,
including a saddle with her new outfit, then fills the result with horse.
Like Ice's, her animal shaped clothing appears armoured. Ronin mounts Evita
as Ice prepares a saddle of his own, then Rosha climbs up on Ice.

"It's been so long since I rode un caballo, mama!" yells Rosha, digging in
her heels, "Yee-ha-ha!"

"This is ridiculous," Ice mutters, then moves off.

Evita quickly moves ahead, Ronin crouching low and looking very
uncomfortable, and it quickly turns into a contest. As they crest a hill,
the lake becomes visible, and Ice calls out in triumph.

"We're going to make it!"

Evita snorts in reply, and Ronin turns his head to give a slightly nervous
grin. Then the droning noise of a motor of some sort becomes audible.

"Off the road," yells Ronin, and Evita and Ice veer right, off to the side,
down an alley, then turn left again. Ronin is looking back over his
shoulder, barely staying on Evita, but ice keeps grimly looking ahead. The
group are between two rows of middle-class type houses, on a small one way
street. They arive at a crossroads, and keep on going. The motor is
beginning to get louder, but it still seems to be several clicks off.

"Do we run or hide?", asks Ice, the volume of the speakers boosted to make
him audible over Evita's pounding hooves.

"Can' hide fr'm bugs 'gardless. Whas da plan, boss?" Rosha asks.

"We run, then," calls Ronin, "That'll be effective whoever it is."

Ice moves onto the lawn of one of the houses, jumping a fence, and moves
around behind the house. Evita joins him through the next gap between
houses, Wolfen follows her, and they continue until they come to another
road perpendicular to their direction of passage.

"I'm picking up astral bugs," calls Ice, "They'll be directing their flesh
form... umm... accomplices, I guess."

"Cuantos, chico?" Rosha shouts, then, "How many, man!"

"Three or four," replies Ice, "I think they're some of the ones we injured
back in the house, so they'll be recuperating for a while before they try
anything."

"Where are the rest?" asks Ronin, "In that bus?"

"Bus?" asks Ice.

"That's a bus following us," says Ronin impatiently, "Is that where the
others are?"

"Could be," says Ice, "But I can't feel them yet. I'd go astral, but that'd
leave Rosha in the lurch and my body vulnerable."

"Okay," says Ronin, "Let's go ambush that bus then. Back to the two lane
road."

Ice turns left, moving back onto the smaller road, then moving further
north to the double-laned one. Evita follows, and as she arrives Ronin gets
off, almost falling. He swears, then takes off his pack, digging in it for
something. Rosha dismounts, jumping over the tiger's head, and Evita
resumes her humanity as Ronin looks around. Wolfen eventually wanders back
into the field of view of the camera, and he too is now in human form.

"Can you scare off those astral spirits, Ice?" Ronin asks, "I don't want
them seeing what I'm up to."

Ice nods, then goes astral. Ronin moves out of the view of the camera,
continuing to talk.

"Evita, can you perceive the astral, and tell me what's up there?"

"Ice has taken two bugs down with a spell," Evita replies, "The rest of
them have moved west, he's following," she pauses for a moment, "They're
out of sight."

"Excellent," Ronin says, "Rosha, you use throwing weapons, you any good
with grenades?"

"I've seen them on da trid," Rosha says, smirking.

"Take this then," Ronin says, pausing a moment, then moving away from the
camera, "Okay, here's the plan. The bus comes out of there, along this
road, and I fire these charges when it gets to here. That'll stop it in
it's tracks. Then I shoot out a window or two, and Rosha puts that grenade
through one of them. It's an insecticide smoke thing, with an incendiary
charge of phophorous and a touch of C-12. The bugs in the bus will be flesh
forms probably, otherwise they'd have come by astral, so that should deal
with most of them. The rest should be easy enough." His voice grows louder
at the end as he comes back towards Ice's inert form.

"Famous last words," mutters Wolfen.

Ice gets up, then speaks.

"I've seen the bus," he says, "And two of the true form spies made it back
there. There are five other trues in there though, and one of them's a huge
bastard."

"It doesn't change the plan," says Ronin, then goes over it again for Ice.

By the time he has finished talking, the bus is much closer, and the group
barely has time to get off the road when it turns around a corner to the
west, and approaches. Three wasp spirits fly ahead of it, and Ice downs one
with a spell, a second being taken out by a long burst from Ronin's SMG.
Rosha waits, readying a large grenade, Wolfen pulls his Predators, and
Evita readies her squirt, waiting for the bugs to get within range.

The bus crosses a mark known only to Ronin, and there is a sudden explosion
from the road. The bus lurches, rising a little, then strays off to one
side as Ronin opens fire at the windows. The quiet "splat" rounds are gone
now, what's hitting the bus is armour piercing ammo, and the windscreen
shatters under the long burst. Wolfen fires too, a heavy auto in each hand.
Rosha moves forward, dodging the desperate charge of one of the bugs that
was outside the bus, and throwing the grenade through the windscreen. It
explodes on impact, releasing a gout of gas and flame, and as the bus comes
to a halt at the side of the road, Rosha hurls another package into it.
Ronin opens fire again as Ice casts a spell, it's effect not visible to the
non-magic eye. A few flesh forms escape out the rear of the bus before a
second explosion rocks the vehicle.

There is a brief pause as the flesh forms charge, then four true form
spirits move at the group from behind the crashed bus. One of them throws
itself at Ice, stabbing with its tail, but the tiger dances away and blasts
it with a bolt of ice. He catches a brief glimps of Wolfen meeting a
charge, deflecting an attack with his sword, but does not see the outcome.
Ronin fires at the flesh forms, and three go down. The last takes a hit,
but keeps coming, cyberspurs sliding out from both arms as it closes with
Ronin. Ice rips into another true form spirit with one paw, tearing away a
chunk of it's armoured pseudo-flesh, and the spirit demanifests with a
screech. Ice turns, seeing Rosha move towards the burning bus, backed up by
Evita and Wolfen. The camera turns again, watching as Ronin blocks a slash
with his SMG, and butt-strokes the flesh form in the face. It lurches back
and Ronin leaps forward, kicking it in the chest, then empties the last
couple of rounds from his SMG into it before it hits the ground.

Ice heads for the bus, but Evita waves him off, she and Rosha coming back
towards where Ronin is changing clips. The samurai turns, grinning, then
moves towards the rest of the group. Suddenly there is a disturbance in the
air behind him, and Rosha shouts a warning. Ronin turns, fast, but not fast
enough, and a manifesting wasp spirit appears above him, slashing down with
it's stinger.

"Ronin!" screams Evita, as the samurai backs towards the group, blood
spurting from a wound in his shoulder.

Wolfen charges forward, his sword raised, and Evita joins him, shouting in
rage. Ronin hits the ground, a stunned look on his face, as Ice casts a
spell, the bolt of ice streaking over Evita's head as she attacks the
spirit. It screams as the bolt tears away one wing, then again as Evita
strikes it in its delicate underside. Wolfen attacks also, slashing off a
couple of legs, and the spirit falls on him, knocking him to the ground.
Evita attacks its head and Ice casts another ice bolt as Rosha moves in
with her monowhip, and the spirit demanifests with a final scream of pain
and rage.

Ice moves forward, checking Ronin. The samurai is ashen, and there is a
large swelling building up around the wound. His breathing is laboured, and
he is beginning to shake uncontrollably.

"Poison," snaps out Ice, "Evita, can you do something about it?"

Evita comes forward, laying a hand on Ronin, and Ice also touches the
samurai. Between them, they start to heal his wounds, and his breathing
eases slightly.

"We have to move," he says weakly, "Horse time again."

"Can you ride?" asks Evita.

"I'll have to," replies Ronin, getting to his feet with some difficulty,
even when Evita helps.

Evita makes the change, and Ronin struggles up onto her back. He is still
shaking, and it doesn't look like he'll be able to make it back out of the
CZ.

Rosha approaches Ice with a wide grin.

"Oh joy," mutters the tiger.

+++++End footage

A brief run down to the beach, and out we went, just on dawn. Evita and
Rosha did the disguising magic cover, and I sent a crowd of watchers and
elementals off to run astral interference. We had to do without the free
spirit's heat shield, so we were slightly worried about thermo picking us
up. The temperature differential between water and air might have messed it
up, I suppose. Ronin collapsed and slept for a day once we got back to the
boat, but he's recovered now.

(BTW, those that were there, Ev tells me that Ronin and the simsense studio
are currently negotiating the salvage payment for the chips. It looks like
it'll be in the high five figures.)

(And groupies, we still need a name. And I still like The Seattle Zoo.)

(And if any of you ever mentions "the Ride of Rosha", or any other damn
thing along those lines, there'll be trouble.)]<<<<<
-- Ice <15:47:50/10-20-57>

From:	Nightblade <wgreason@*****.OCIS.TEMPLE.EDU>
Subject:	Re: We're back
Date:	Sun, 20 Oct 1996 23:22:47 -0400

Message no. 11 *****PRIVATE: The Chickens of the Apocalypse
>>>>>[Y'can tell m'vote fr'm my address. Anyway, we gonna celebrate
our victr'y n'da CZ or what?? M'pad's open ... cat's away, so ah say the
mice should play. This weekend ... BYOBBB ... "Bring your own brown bag,
BABY!!!"]<<<<<
-- Rosha <23:24:32/10-20-57>

From:	Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ>
Subject:	Re: We're back
Date:	Tue, 22 Oct 1996 14:48:21 +1300

Message no. 12 *****PRIVATE: The Chickens of the Apocalypse
>>>>>[The chickens suggestion was supposed to be a joke. But what the hell.
Just don't tell L, he'll never pay us anything if we look like that sort of
loony.]<<<<<
-- Ice <18:31:10/10-21-57>

From:	Evan Hughes <ehughes@****.carleton.ca>
Subject:	We're back
Date:	Thu, 21 Dec 95 16:11:53 EST

Message no. 13 >>>>>[+++++Include Audio Feed: We.Oughtta.be.in.pictures.song

Well, now you all know what we look like (even Killer, but it's
unlikely you're gonna see him on any runs with us), and you've seen at
least partly how we work. (Stupid Dana. Killing the camera like that just
when we were getting into it. *pttb*)

Just in case you're curious: we've wiped the fraggers who tried to trash
us and The Deadly DoubleCrossing Duo (we didn't even get a warning -- why
don't you folks post their pics in a FAQ or something so we don't go
running with known backstabbers?). And, as Righteous-lad says: they were
corporate, and the meet was only set up via private mail on Sland. You
folks may want to start encrypting a little better...]<<<<<
-- Jen and Gabe <16:13:35/12-21-56>

From:	bd042@***.org (SCN User)
Subject:	Re: We're back
Date:	Thu, 21 Dec 1995 15:09:36 -0800

Message no. 14 >>>>>[Excusemoi, but Shadowland is an open system, and many corp-types
use it to keep track of who's the best and the brightest among us (or
would that be best and darkest?) I personally get over half my jobs
right here in the virtual bar. If you really want secure communications,
either take it to a private room or upgrade your personal encryptions.
Shadowland security is primarily devoted to external shielding.

Oh, you may have noticed that this week the Shadowland entrance is
disguised as the Matrix offices of SantaCo, courtesy of yours truly,
Elf frames designed by Nightstalker. Everything is still where it was,
but we're running a temporary reality of the toy workshop. Enjoy!]<<<<<
--Moonwalker <GottaBe/StartingSomethin'>

From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk>
Subject:	We're Back
Date:	Mon, 29 Jul 1996 23:37:50 +0100

Message no. 15 *****PRIVATE: JayCee
>>>>>[We're back in town, if you want to meet up. Contact us at
>>encrypted<< anytime.]<<<<<
-- Lynch <23:37:42/07-29-57>

From:	Dave Gladding <D.T.M.Gladding@*****.ac.uk>
Subject:	Re: We're Back
Date:	Tue, 30 Jul 96 09:58:10 BST

Message no. 16 *****PRIVATE: Lynch
>>>>>[Gotcha. Hope you'll be around for a few days - I'm still
travelling]<<<<<
-- JayCee <09:55:57 / 07-30-57>

>>>>>[No matter what anyone tells any of you - making a mobile sat uplink
and
computer compensating it for your motion is a real pig.]<<<<<
-- JayCee <09:57:10 / 07-30-57>

From:	Dave Gladding <D.T.M.Gladding@*****.ac.uk>
Subject:	Re: We're Back
Date:	Thu, 1 Aug 96 10:16:42 BST

Message no. 17 *****PRIVATE: Lynch
>>>>>[ Okay, in town now. I had good travelling time - I'll be at
>enrcypted<
this evening, if you can be around]<<<<<
-- JayCee <10:10:42 / 08-01-57>

*****PRIVATE: AJ
>>>>>[I should be in position for your team to collect me some time
tommorow
lunchtime, given not too bad a hangover.

+++++matrix download: raptor.frame
+++++input parameters: time_to_active: 1 week
+++++input parameters: target: search_AJ
+++++input parameters: deactivate_on: >encrypted<

Just a little insurance, AJ. I *know* I'm playing a fair field, and I figure
you probably are, but this gives me that 'sword of damocles' type cover. I'm
sure you understand fully - I don't know you from Adam and I'm putting myself
totally in your hands. Provided I wake up okay and healthy, I'll deactivate
the frame and all will be hunky doory. And I'll pay you :)]<<<<<
-- JayCee <10:15:53 / 08-01-57>

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