From: | What ? <MCM@***.BRIGHTON.AC.UK> |
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Subject: | Not a-bleedin'-gain ! |
Date: | Fri, 27 Aug 1993 10:56:00 BST |
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Pheonix is real B-A-D, or sa the Street Word sayth. This whole thing a Set Up !
I'd really like to nail the bleeders, but this ain't our turf, the odds are
against, an' I'm gettin' sick of the bleedin' food. Look for the quickest way
out folks, 'cos we're gonna 'ead for Paris !
Powerhouse, we 'aven't met, sorry old mate if this break net-et but you know a
frog, er, French Bloke and could ya ask 'im for some safe digs to 'id at or
at least some names ? Me faith in fixers ain't at an all time 'igh, if you
know what I mean. I would 'ave encrypted but 'ave no bleedin' idea 'ow to do it
Blitz and Firelady, Best of British luck to you both, ya need it. 'ead for Paris
as soon as poss. I'll keep in touch if poss.
Pheonix - don't go lookin' for those buggers neither, we ain't got the firepower
to go jammin' wiv 'em.
Gawk, old man, pull that girly of yours to see if got strings to get us the
'ell outta'ere, asa-bloody-p.
The fun an' games 'ave just taken another jump, two coppers just pulled me, a
routine check - Bollocks. Lucky I noticed 'is nice Flamin' Dagger tatoo.
Humm, isn't that one of the nastier anti-meta Poli insigna ? The Eagle on the
hilt of the Dagger proved this was the German Branch, cos we've got this scum
at 'ome too. Well to cut a long story short, they tried to wraith me an' I
Elvis 'em. Dunno if these jokers were real or not. Let's slot an' run, the only
thing else we're gonna find 'ere are a couple of shallow 'oles,
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-WHAT(10:49:23/27-08-54)