| From: | Mark Imbriaco <mark@******.NET> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Wetwork in China. |
| Date: | Tue, 27 May 1997 16:49:49 -0400 |
Date: Sun, 25 May 1997 01:15:28 +0000
From: "Mark A. Imbriaco" <mark@**********.com>
To: mark@******.net
Subject: Nomad Hit Text..
>>>>>[ Well, shameless self-promotion never hurt anyone, so I may as well
post the results of my team's most recent excursion. If you are
interested in contacting us regarding potential contracts, we
can be reached at >>encrypted<<. No funny business in there ..
I'd hate to have a potential Johnson get his brain turned to
mush by the IC.
Oh, and a disclaimer about this job. It was obviously very noisy,
but that's what the situation called for. The plan was intentionally
designed to rely on heavy firepower as opposed to finesse. Good
timing and communication didn't hurt either.
Anyhow, without further ado:
+++++ begin vid
A cityscape stretches before you out to the horizon. The view shifts
suddenly, and a figure comes into view. The figure is dressed in an
all black one-piece suit that looks similar to a wet-suit. It's head
is covered by a hood made of the same material as the suit, with a
plastic face shield and a pair of image enhancing goggle strapped
to the front. The figure seems to be hanging from a rope that
stretches upward off the image.
"We're going hard .. on 3. One!"
The view shifts directly toward a sheer wall of highly reflective
glass. As the countdown commences, the camera starts a rocking
motion, building momentum.
"Two!"
The view moves away from the building while simultnaeously slipping
down. A click sounds, and a Ares Alpha comes into view pointing
directly at the side of the Skyraker.
"Three! We're hot!"
The Alpha spits fire, and rounds impact into the side of the
building, shattering a large hole in a section of the glass. The
cameraman swings into the side of the building and somehow
relases his support cable and moves smoothly into a shoulder
roll across what appears to be the living room of a high-class
hotel suite. A heavily muscled human in a suit lies obviously
dead on the floor of the suite, nearly cut in half by the fire
that burst the glass.
As the cameraman lands, two figures dressed in the same black
suits burst through the front door of the suite. One is wielding
an MP-5, the other a Franchi combat shotgun. The two figures
quickly take in the situation and move to the left while the
pair that entered through the glass move quickly to the right.
The cameraman moves to a position covering what is presumably a
door to one of the suite's bedrooms and triggers a grenade from
his weapon, shattering the door as if it were made of cardboard.
Two more grenades immediately follow the first, and explosions
echo through the room. Short burst of automatic weapon fire can
be heard, apparently from the pair that chose the other side of
the suite, but the shotgun booms once and the sound seems to
stop.
"Clear, Nomad" a voice says over the audio channel after the
blasts subside a little.
The cameraman moves cautiously into the room that he just launched
the grenades, and finds another large human whose body has been
shattered by the grenade blasts. He is draped across an oriental
man who seems to be in his mid thirties. It appears as if the
dead human was a bodyguard who died trying to protect his charge.
The oriental man struggles to open his eyes, as his breath comes
in painful sounding gasps. "Why are you doing this? The revolution
must succeed .. don't you underst-" the man begins, only to be
cut off in a very permanent way by a three round burst to the
head from the cameraman's rifle.
"We're outta here."
+++++ end video ]<<<<<
-- Nomad <16:30:12/05-27-58>
>>>>>[ In case anyone is curious, the dead oriental man is ... errr ...
was the leader of one of the rebel factions in Lung's territory. It
looks as if someone decided to have something done about it. ]<<<<<
-- NewsWatcher <16:45:33/05-27-58>
