From:	"I am wicked, I am Legion" <legion@**************.ARMY.MIL>
Subject:	Doom's invite
Date:	Fri, 26 Mar 93 08:57:52 MST

>>>>>[Alas, Herr Doktor, we will have to decline your generous offer of
attending this party I have been hearing SO MUCH about. You know
that old phrase, "Money talks..." We just finished an insertion
into a small town in Bavaria to do some training for our "jaunt"
down to Italy. A little training never hurt anyone. Except maybe
that poor local national that Bunker landed on jumping out of the
chopper.

Do you have any information on the internal power structure of
the Italian Govt? Just trying to get a little more info than
Mr. J gave us. Anything you have would be helpful. And of course
I can make a contribution to Doom Tech. (Tax deductible? *smile*)

This message may take awhile to reach you as we accidentally
crashed the local power grid and communication trunks when we
alighted upon this fair countryside hilltop.]<<<<<
-- Legion <07:49:10 GMT / 03-26-54>

>>>>>[Hey, don't blame me for landing on that guy. He shoulda heard me
comin'.]<<<<<
-- Bunker <07:51:22 GMT / 03-26-54>

>>>>>[Yeah, I'm surprised everybody in Bavaria didn't hear you bellowin.'
Next time, maybe you'll wear those gloves rapelling out of the
bird that I gave you. Live and learn...]<<<<<
-- Prophet <07:54:59 GMT / 03-26-54>