From:	MATUSKEY@***.EDU
Subject:	Fuchi-Grrr!
Date:	Fri, 12 Feb 93 01:48:09 CET

>>>>[To my everlasting sorrow, yes, I used to work for Fuchi. Me and Ian,
that is. Than they killed Ian, and tried to kill me so some stupid exec
wouldn't get in trouble for diverting the corp funds we'd discovered. That's
what you get for sticking up for your corp: a knife in your back. If I
hadn't gotten out when I did, I'd've been history. Of course, I helped
myself to some company funds and passcodes, along with the prototype
cerebral cyberdeck Ian and I had designed. I owed them no more loyalty.
Yes, I might be able to help you. Meet me at [encrypted] tonight. Oh, and
yes, there is a price on me head (literally), and in case you're thinking
of cashing in, I do have some friends who'll be around. Not a threat, just a
warning: I don't know you yet, so forgive my caution. Later.]<<<<
Highlander (16:48:20/2/11/54)