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Message no. 1
From: fastjack <fastjack@*****.net>
Subject: What was that?!
Date: Mon, 20 Nov 1995 17:02:28 -0500 (EST)
*****PRIVATE: The Edge
>>>>>[Now, tell me... what in the hell happened last night? Did we
actually do that? Tell me it was just some sort of bizarre dream of some
sorts! We could not have done something like that! You work for me!]<<<<<
-- Palus <16:58:32/11-20-56>

*****PRIVATE: Palus
>>>>>[You see why I didn't come to work today?!]<<<<<
-- The Edge <16:58:57/11-20-56>

*****PRIVATE: The Edge
>>>>>[You miss work again, you're fired.]<<<<<
-- Palus <16:59:31/11-20-56>

*****PRIVATE: Palus
>>>>>[It was real, Hannah. I know.]<<<<<
-- The Edge <16:59:56/11-20-56>

*****PRIVATE: The Edge
>>>>>[*whine* I know! I'm never showing my face
again!]<<<<<
-- Palus <17:01:25/11-20-56>

*****PRIVATE: Palus
>>>>>[Aw, come on. I wasn't /that/ bad.]<<<<<
-- The Edge <17:01:56/11-20-56>

*****PRIVATE: The Edge
>>>>>[I'm jacking out.]<<<<<
-- Palus <17:02:21/11-20-56>
Message no. 2
From: Evan Hughes <ehughes@****.carleton.ca>
Subject: What was that?
Date: Thu, 23 Nov 95 0:39:01 EST
*****PRIVATE TO: Delta2X
>>>>>[ Who is Pulp Fiction, how does he have my address, and how did
this mail get into my mail box? I consider this to be a security
breach and wish it to be dealt with immediately.]<<<<<
-- SI Internal Memo: Artemis to Delta2X <00:38:00/11-23-56>
Message no. 3
From: "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk>
Subject: What was that?
Date: Sat, 24 Aug 1996 09:35:18 +0100
*****INTERNAL: Lone Star Archive
>>>>>[+++++begin transcript
P: <gunfire in background, not too close> Dispatch, this is four-
Charlie-three-five, calling for SWAT backup. Shots fired, officer needs
assistance, over.
D: Roger, four-Charlie, backup en route. Sitrep?
P: There's a firefight going on in an apartment. Two guys abseiled down
the outside and smashed their way in, I can hear automatic gunfire,
grenades, sounds like a war!
D: Roger that. Be advised, backup ETA is nine minutes.
P: Nine minutes? Christ! <sound of explosion in background> These guys
will be out and gone in ninety seconds!
D: Best we can do, four-Charlie. Are you attempting apprehension?
P: Are you shitting me?
D: I'll take that as a 'no'?
P: I'm keeping my head down, I'm only half a block away. Recording and
observing, but it's quietening down some. Can you get an air unit here?
D: None available, four-Charlie.
P: So that's not one of our helicopters landing on the building roof,
then?
D: Uh, negative on that.
P: Okay. Black Hughes Stallion. Armed, door miniguns. Flaring onto the
roof, I've lost sight. I'm going into the building.

<pause>

P: We got a lead. Some squatter was rummaging the dumpsters for food,
came running up to ask if there was a reward for information. He says
four guys went into the building. all human, all dressed the same. Black
bomber jackets, grey slacks, cropped hair, mirror shades, carrying black
flight bags. Then all hell broke loose a few minutes later.
D: Did he see the helicopter?
P: Yeah. Black, dark-grey stars, and a word in grey on the tailboom. He
says he can't read.
D: Great. Would he recognise the shape? Try 'ARMY'.
P: Wait up... <muted conversation> He says it looked sort of different,
that this shape went there and whatever. Looks like it maybe said
'NAVY'.
D: Tell him to wait around, we'll want to question him properly. Get
inside, check for casualties.
P: He'll be gone by the time- ah, hell, wounded'll need me more.

<longer pause>

P: Apartment five-B. Nobody hurt in the other apartments. Nobody
answered my hail at 5B and the door was blown, so I went in. Place is
shot all to hell, couple of minor fires. There's a body. Female Dwarf,
multiple gunshot wounds. <pause> Dead.
D: Occupant is a female human, listed as Sarah Ginelli. Occupation,
student.
P: Pretty well-off for a student... there's another body in the bedroom.
Male human, gunshot wound to the head. He's wearing ammo pouches for a
227, but no weapon. Blood in the kitchen and signs of a firefight, drag
marks. Blood trails up the stairs to the roof.
D: Okay, secure the entrance and wait for forensics, four-Charlie.
Backup at entrance and joining on you.
+++++end transcript]<<<<<
-- Lone Star Dispatch <09:15:45/08-24-57>

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