| From: | What ? <MCM@***.BRIGHTON.AC.UK> |
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| Subject: | Re: help |
| Date: | Tue, 15 Feb 1994 17:33:00 GMT |
being
dopped to the eyeballs with painkillers fine. Bugger, what a mess.
By the signs of a minor war zone, I managed to track down Gawk's position. The
two burning wreaks marked the alleyway. Gawk had this wierd look on his face and
was tenderly holding a dead, female squatter. As I got near, he snarled and
swiped, his spur ripping a chunk out of the alley wall. Trying to keep as calm
as possible, I urgently told him who I was, where we where and how we needed
to get the frag out of here. Then, slowly recognission filtered on to his burnt
face. Gently he rocked the dead girl, back and forward, tenderly stroking her
charred hair. Like some sort of morbid chant, he muttered "Crystal, my beautiful
Crystal". Tears forced their way through his blackened face. He wouldn't let go
of her, despite my best efforts. I darted him with my narcojet. It was only
then when I realised the extent of his injuries, Blimey, I'm still amazed that
he was still concious when I turned up.
He was in a real bad state, I patched him up as best I could, but mentally, I
think he's Fragged. He said during one bout that he'd talk to Phoenix last night
And a few other things which I won't repeat. I've got most of Gawk gear here
and some of it's very heavy duty. That's got me just slightly nervous.
I'm a bit stuffed here folks. AJ, Slash and Co, if your in the area, I could do
with a hand. Berlin's not my town and it ain't definately my fun place. I need
a good street doc or a Merlin in the healing line. Fast.
I can pay for it too.]<<<<<
-WHAT(17:19:09/2-15-55)
