| From: | Doctor Doom <JCH8169@*****.TAMU.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Return of Doom... |
| Date: | Fri, 16 Apr 1993 16:11:54 -0500 |
soo long,
but Jack, Sonic, and I had to go down to Texas to find some useless little
trinket for our fixer.
Still, when we get back, I still don't have any word from Doom. I hope he's
okay... ]<<<<<
-- Hangtime <15:56:04/04-16-54>
>>>>>[ Hangtime, you know better than any of us that he can take care of
himself. ]<<<<<
-- Jack Hack <15:56:32/04-16-54>
>>>>>[ Yeah, but we're talking about the CIA, Jack. ]<<<<<
-- Sonic Boom <15:56:52/04-16-54>
>>>>>[ I'm telling you guys, the old man will pull through.
]<<<<<
-- Jack Hack <15:57:07/04-16-54>
>>>>>[ I may be your elder, Herr Hack, but that does not afford you an
excuse
to describe me as advanced in age. ]<<<<<
-- Doctor Doom <15:57:27/16-APR-54>
>>>>>[ HOLY GHOST! Doom, how many times do I gotta tell you: Don't sneak
up
on us like that! ]<<<<<
-- Hangtime <15:57:53/04-16-54>
>>>>>[ What would you have be do? Announce my presence to all those
seeking to
do me injury? ]<<<<<
-- Doctor Doom <15:58:13/16-APR-54>
>>>>>[ Right, Doom. Never mind about Hangtime--he's just high-strung.
What
have you been up to? ]<<<<<
-- Sonic Boom <15:58:48/04-16-54>
>>>>>[ Meine Kamaraden, I have just completed a most harrowing trek across
your great North American continent, the en route entertainment provided by the
UCAS Central Intelligence Agency, compliments of Roger Quention.
I was compelled to proceed overland due to my discovering the CIA agents
seeking to acquire me at Seattle's airport. During the next several days, I
engaged in a most dangerous game of "cat and mouse" with Quention's corrupt
associates. I generated the distinct impression they were under orders to
capture, as opposed to terminate, my person. On several occasions, there was
considerable gunplay involved as they attempted to confine me.
Arriving in Galveston, I managed to requisition a space on a freighter bound
for Germany, but disembarked via helicopter to New Orleans, my hope being that
they would pursue the other craft. I proceeded to journey to the Vaterland via
a decidedly different path, which the CIA apparently did not anticipate.
Aber, was ist passiert mit dem Schiff? When I touched-down in Berlin, I
received word that the freighter was intercepted in the Atlantic by forces of
the government of Omega Island, and apparently searched--which I expected.
However, whosoever was in command committed a most grievous breach of
international relations. Either acting under orders from Tirandor, or due to
loss of temper, the entire boat was destroyed. Not one of the 150 crew members
aboard survived.
I am not afraid to say I feel partially responsible. However, that aside, I
swear this act shall not go unpunished. ]<<<<<
-- Doctor Doom <15:59:01/16-APR-54>
>>>>>[ Well...gee, Doom. That's too bad. But why no encryption protocols?
No null time/date stamps? ]<<<<<
-- Hangtime <15:59:59/04-16-54>
>>>>>[ Hangtime, I have occupied my time running and concealing myself for
a
duration of not less than 12 days. I tire of that. Therefore, now that I am
beyond their grasp, it is my wish that they realize they failed in their
mission to destroy me; however, in their zeal to harm me, they decided to
execute 150 innocent civilians. I am quite infuriated at this dishonorable
act, and they should hearken unto the fact that retribution shall not be long
in its coming. ]<<<<<
-- Doctor Doom <16:01:13/16-APR-54>
