| From: | "Brian E. Angliss" <ANGLISS@***.PSU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Last evening. |
| Date: | Tue, 1 Feb 1994 13:18:45 -0500 |
the
ones you sent after me. I don't know about Slash, Diana, and Roxey though.
Just to bring you up to date, in case your agents didn't tell you, they caught
on to me somewhere around 6th Street and I-25. They didn't try anything until
I left to hit an old hang-out of mine. There I was, just minding my own
buisness, talking with an old friend, when these three thugs walked in the
door. Now, this is a place where if you look tough, you get in. If you aren't
a regular, or aren't known by the bouncer and the owner, you won't get any
decent service. As I know the owner, I didn't have a problem, but your boys
did. They shouldn't have asked for a table near mine....
I sat there while Mike finished his tiny beer and bowl of green chili and the
green chili reilleno(excuse my poor spelling) and I stood to leave. Well, the
three guys also stood up(oops, poor timing) and tried to follow me out. Well,
I had this bad feeling that they didn't want to be my chummers, so I asked Mike
to take care of them for me. I seriously doubt that they left the place.
Actually, I guess they probably did, but not in any manner that you'll be able
to identify the bodys.
And then the couple still in the car tried to tail me back home. Big mistake,
considering I ran them off the road into an oncomming Bergen. And then the
bike you added after that happened, well.... I didn't enjoy having to add
grand theft auto to my list of crimes, but it did get him off my tail. If that
is the best you can do, Hammer, then you ain't ever going to do much to me or
my friends.]<<<<<
-- Action Jackson(12:49:16/02-01-55)
>>>>>[AJ, while you were disappearing from Hammer's goons, we got ambushed.
Here Diana and I were, all havin fun eatin in a nice restaurant and everythin
when a couple of waiters walked up to us nice as could be and told us a Mr.
Jackson was on the phone. Now, this kinda set me up as neither Diana or I call
him Jackson, and he doesn't refer us to him as Mr. Jackson. So I headed off,
all nice and stuff(it is a nice restaurant and all), to the phone. It just
happened to hanging off the hook, next to the men's room, when three goons and
one of the two waiters came out and grabbed me. They held me there until Diana
was brought in, at which point they said that if we so much as blinked we'd be
fragged. Well, they knew Diana was a magician but still didn't get it when
all of a sudden one of them(holding me, as a matter of fact) starts pukin up
roaches. NOT a pleasant sight. Then another one(holding her) screams in pain
as that trusty whip in her fingertip snaked out and had cut his right hand
clean off.
Seein that they wanted us toast, but that they were really only hired guns, I
pulled out my trusty Pred(ahhhh the advantages of knowing the management) and
proceeded to blast away, in a men's room, with a silencer. Diana also took out
her fair share, but I really wish you hadn't killed those guys. It'll take
them weeks to get the blood out of the carpet.]<<<<<
-- Slash(12:58:41/02-01-55)
>>>>>[Well, hey, the guy had my Ruger beaded in on your head, and unlike
your
quasi-pacifist ass I pack real ammo, not gel rounds. And how do you think I
feel? I fraggin near passed out from the drain of boiling all that blood out
of his veins. But you have a really sick sense of humor, Slash, kinda like
mine. I'm sorry, but you can't complain when you were the one who laughed when
mine. I'm sorry, but you can't complain when you were the one who laughed whentI stood up
the dead guy head down in the toilet bowl....]<<<<<
-- Diana, Mistress of the Night(13:01:57/02-01-55)
>>>>>[Well, in comparison to my evening you all had good nights. I not
only
got drugged, clubbed into unconsciousness, and kidnapped, but shot at, cut, and
fraggin near blown up!
First thing I do is hit an old bar from the last time I was here. I have all
this trouble getting in as the old owner died recently(Hammer killed him, as a
matter of fact, you sick son-of-a-slitch. You didn't have to kill off an old
man), and when I do get in I get a NarcoJect cocktail instead of the Primal
Scream I had ordered. With Max's help, I stayed conscious only to stagger to the door and
get clubbed to the fraggin ground by the bouncer. Nest thing i
know it's later, I'm in a well lit room in some other building, and tied down.
Calling up Max, he comes in(no warding...bad planning on that account) and
cuts the bonds with no real difficulty)))can I tell it?((( no, let me finish.
Then, on the way out I spook a guard who sets off an alarm of some kind. Well,
I kill him off easy enough and grab his rifle. Then all drek breaks loose and
the lead starts flying. Max)))Please?(((no, let me finish... adds a bullet-
barrier to me, keeping me safe while I run through to a bike, start it up, and
take off. That's when the troll with the sword showed up. He put a nice big
gash into my left shoulder, too. Until I got by him on the bike, and Max
helped alot too)))thank you((( you're welcome, Max. Here, have a drink.
)))ahhhhhh, thanks! Mmmm, good stuff this...no Salish food?(((no, Max, no
Salish dinners for you here. sorry...but where was I?
Oh, that's right. I forgot to check of the bike was booby-trapped, which it
turned out to be. I get about three blocks away, stop, and order a few of my
other planar friends to make thier lives a little...warmer, and the place went
up. Smelled of propane, gasoline, Multifuel, and there was ammo cooking off
all over the place in the warehouse. Luckily for me the pressure wave knocked
me clear of the bike cause then it exploded too, about 5 seconds later. Then I
headed back to the old bar I was at earlier today, and burned the fraggin thing
down. I'm sorry to report that the new owner was found inside, along with his
bouncer and bartender, as well as 3 other workers(all of which were Hammer's
goons), burned to a crisp. They didn't have much a chance against a really
pissed off fire adept and her ally. But maybe it was the elementals I used...
Oh well. I'm fine now, but Hammer, you got me mad. Bad idea. Picture the
most pissed off you've ever seen a woman, add red hair and a hair-trigger
temper(as well as a strange history that you don't know diddly-drek about,
right Etsy?), and multiply that by about 10. That'd be me right about now, and
it'll probably only get worse.]<<<<<
-- Foxey Roxey(13:20:20/02-01-55)
