From:	Stefan Hahn <HAHN@***.EDU>
Subject:	Re: Blindside and I
Date:	Mon, 6 Dec 1993 11:50:12 -0800

>>>>>[ This Is Reginald Newberry Lancaster, and I am not afraid of .any. of
you. Hermit and I (well, mostly Hermit) beat you cold, and we shall do it again
if Michael and Theodore are not returned to the world at large immediately.

For any of you that missed the news this morning, I was attempting to run
down Moonwalker and TickTock through a friend of theirs, a impressario in one
of the popular downtown nightclubs. I was sitting at a table near the dance
floor with him, and he had this annoying habit of flicking his cigarette
ashes...nevermind.

At any rate, as I was sitting there, I felt a pair of eyes on me from across
the room. A tall elf (well, taller than Michael, anyway) was staring at me from
the bar. He rose, and began moving towards me, and I gripped my cane.

In an instant a half-dozen of the patrons arose from their tables, one coming
off the dance floor, ripping out of their evening dress to reveal white
japanese-style uniforms with lots of gold embroidery all over them...

Two came for me, drawing katanas in a blur. Must have been physical adepts to
move that fast. Simply Amazing. But by the time they got there I was gone,
invisible and sailing over their heads.

I caught a glimpse of the elf going toe-to-toe with a dervish, both of them
moving like...like nothing I've seen since Thomas Harada. One of the other
three was already close personal friends with the cieling fan.

As the two closed on my table, I materialized behind one and slit his throat.
The second looked at me with astonishment, and managed to say "NOOO! We--"
before my contact's shotgun took off his face. Nasty business, that.

I turned towards the elf at the bar, but in that moment heard the loud CRACK of
a breaking spine, and saw the figure in white slump into a broken angle.
Needless to say, we didn't stick around to figure out exactly who they were. I
still have a feeling I should've heard what that one had to say...

At any rate, this is a recorded message, and by the time you read it, Hermit
and I will be long gone. Still, I doubt that will stop you from trac-- <<LINK
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--Blindside! (Now you see it.../...Now you don't!)