From:	HUTH@***.EDU
Subject:	Not this time, Creep Death
Date:	Tue, 9 Mar 93 06:52:03 CET

>>>>>[Dart and Slash: Sorry it took so long to get here. If you can read
this get ready. In about 30 seconds a black van will pull up across the
street. Run for it if possible. If you're not there we will penetrate the
building on the assumption you're fighting more toxics.]<<<<<
--Spectre <19:34:43/03-08-54>

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>Whisper here. There was zero response when we arrived so Spectre, Lucky,
and Ralph just headed around into the building with one of my drones. Looks
quiet. They're in back. At a door. Spectre's opening it. Nothing in the
hall beyond. Ralph and Lucky just went astral to check---DREK! Ralph's
bleeding, looks like astral combat. Spectre just crashed the hallway, he's
heading downstairs. God I hate this. Just watching. Lucky and Ralph
still engaged, Spectre heading into the middle of it, and my drone and I
babysit the fragging shamans bodies.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn. Come on folks.
Lucky just snapped back into her body and is heading inside, her mage-dagger
is all bloody. Ralph has relaxed a bit.
>radio static: Whisper, this is Lucky. Wounded coming up. Ralph and I
fraggin wasted 4 toxics in astral--bloody fraggin awesome. Spectre and
Slash got the other one as it manifested. More are probably coming. Once we
get in the van I'm going to come back astrally with a spirit and prevent
any watchers from astrally tracking our escape. Spectre requests bolt-hole
Parthenon for a first stop.<

>Got it.<

Revving engine noise.
>They're coming out--they don't look so good. Dart is carved up pretty bad,
Slash moderate. <<Sound of gunfire, 1 explosion>> DREK! <<much louder
gunfire, heavy automatic weapons fire followed by a huge explosion>> DAMN!

>Spectre! Sit-rep!
>Dart and Slash ok, I got minor hit. Lucky fine. Ralph's down.<
>(previously unheard voice)>What (cough) happened?<
>(Spectre's voice) Easy buddy. Car pulled up firing. It blew up when Whisper
blasted it with the van's HMG. You caught some of the shrapnel. Must of been
trapped, no way Whisper has pounded it long enough. You look like
drek, Ralph.<
>(cough, sound of someone throwing up and moaning)> Like your momma, man (cough)
>(Whisper's voice):We gotta move folks. Police band just summoned a response
team, first patrol car ETA 2 minutes.<
>(Spectre's voice): Right, Parthenon then the Brewery, Whisper. Let's move.<
>(Whisper's voice): Close, nut not good enough, ya' fraggin' toxic. Read this
and weep.<

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