| From: | Colin Smith <csmith@*****.CIT.GU.EDU.AU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Electron is back ... cont'd |
| Date: | Tue, 10 Aug 1993 18:02:51 +1000 |
show!!!
... After about an hour of questioning, some suits turned up on
Borderline's doorstep, and before you can say "Hey, they look like Feds,"
Lone Star wraps up the questioning with a "We'll be in touch" and is out
the door. Borderline chased after the Lieutenant heading the questioning,
shouting "Who de hell is gonna pay for dis, pig?", to which the officer
replied, "Send your insurance company to us for an explanation."
Not to be so easily discouraged, I asked Goldmine to give me a ride
back to my place to pick up my deck. When he asked why, I showed him the
slip of paper where I'd written down the licence plate number of the
suit's vehicle.
I eventually figured out, using the trusty Fuchi, that the suits
were from the British Consulate (seeing as the plates were registered under
the Consulate). Seeing the disheartened looks on the rest of the band at the
news, I asked why. Doc was about to pipe up with something, but Pattern
interrupted with "She's in a little trouble back home."
I announced that there had to be a way to get her back. "No
chance," Goldmine said, "She's on Consulate grounds, now. Any attack by
us can be seen as a `diplomatic threat' or somesuch drek." I asked about
how they'd transport her back. "Private transport," Goldmine replied,
"which
still counts as British soil."
"What about in between," I asked.
"I don't quite follow you, Electron," Goldmine said.
Eventually, we came up with a plan. I tapped into the records of the
Consulate, which stated that the only Consulate private transports that were
departing in the next two days were a private jet to Washington DC, and a
sub-orbital to London direct. I decided, for our purposes, to change the
record of the sub-orbital to make it a connecting boat from Washington, and
transport for it would have to catch the private jet first.
Then I adjusted the flight-plan to let the jet take off from a fairly
isolated strip at the airport, and, WHAM! Instant set-up.
Sure enough, they fell for it. The jet taxied to the runway the next morning
to await the passengers. I tapped into the security gate via remote in
Goldmine's van, and stalled the Consulate bus, whilst Pattern, Goldmine,
Doc and Borderline set up attack positions.
As soon as the team was in position, I let the bus through. It finally
arrived at the strip, and started off-loading passengers. When I saw that
Bottoms-Up was a part of the passenger group, I let her get to the mid-point
between the bus and the jet, before signalling the team.
Borderline fired a gas grenade into the crowd of passengers. Vapours started
billowing from the canister immediately, shrouding the group. Pattern started
in straight away, and activated his Air Filter. He ran out of the other
side of the cloud, with the coughing Bottoms-Up in tow. A few of the body-
guards lucky enough to have Air Filters starting firing in their direction.
>From there, it was a short run through a wooded area, then through a chain-
link fence to get to the van. I jumped out to help Bottoms-Up into the van,
whilst Doc threw some spells at the pursuers, and Borderline and Goldmine
provided covering fire.
That's when I was hit. Pattern had hardly piled Bottoms-Up into the van
when something slammed into me. Bullets ricocheted off the van door, closing
it in front of me. I grabbed the handle of the door, but my arm wouldn't
work. That's when I realized that I was looking at my left arm, still
clutching the van door. I wasn't connected to it. A burst of submachinegun
fire had taken my left arm off just below the shoulder. I blacked out.
Then I woke up in hospital. The band had put me up in an exclusive, private
wing, and paid for all the expenses. They had even paid for my cyberarm -
not one of those ones that are covered in syntheskin, but a ridged, chromed
model. The band said that it was the least they could do, and, besides,
they needed a decker ...
Well, the doctors say that I'll be fit to leave next week. Hopefully, I'll
catch up with you all then. Maybe I'll meet you all, like I promised,
right, Millhaus? Nitro? Chains?
-- Electron
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See, Doc, that's how you do it. If you write in that format, it screws
up on you after a while. Try it.]<<<<<
-- Pattern <23:55:37/08-09-54>
>>>>>[ OK, I think I get it now. Stop being so bloody condescending,
Pattern. That boy wouldn't let you spam me like that. Still, that's
one of the oddest things I've ever seen.]<<<<<
-- Doc Marten <23:56:44/08-09-54>
>>>>>[ What's that, Doc? ]<<<<<
-- Pattern <23:57;08/08-09-54>
>>>>>[ Did you see him crying out in pain when that happened to him?
]<<<<<
-- Doc Marten <23:57:59/08-09-54>
>>>>>[ Uhhhhh ... no, I was busy tending to Bottoms at the time.
]<<<<<
-- Pattern <23:58:36/08-09-54>
>>>>>[ Well ... he made not a sound. ]<<<<<
-- Doc Marten <23:59:01/08-09-54>
>>>>>[ Oh, right. Maybe it was because he passed out.
***** encrypt gamma-6 courtesy of Electron
SHUT UP, DOC ! HE TOLD YOU, DIDN'T HE ???
***** end encrypt
Yeah, he was just in shock. ]<<<<<
-- Pattern <00:00:46/08-10-54>
>>>>>[ Oops. ]<<<<<
-- Doc Marten <00:01:13/08-10-54>
