| From: | hAPPY gUY <FSAJB3@******.BITNET> |
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| Subject: | log Cont. |
| Date: | Sun, 20 Feb 1994 16:30:00 -0900 |
>>>>>[A downtown parking garage. A black Chevy FamilyMan Van sits by an
exit
the throaty rumble from the exhaust far from the norm for a family transport.
Three men step out of the van revealing an interior adorned with hi tech
gadgetry daunting by any standard. The men go through the exit to the street
above.
Street level. The men eye the Tower apartment complex across the packed
downtown artery. I t is an ominous building that dominates this portion of thteS
eattle skyline.
Jimi Smooth: Right. Showtime. Got the invite J.?
Jeweler: Yes. Our mole called to report our weapons are in place. Cobra, the
auxillary panel room has been re-keyed to your palm print. Are you sure you
can cajole the building spirit to our cause?
Cobra: Yes, it will answer me. I can be very persuasive, I know a great deal
about hte spiritin this building. It has a checkered past that it will wish
to hide.
The three cross the street and enter through the guest door. An extensive, but
tastefully executed security check is performed. They pass into the building
interior, Cobra splitting off and heading for an "Employee Only" door.
Smooth and the Jeweler cross to a private elevator and present invitations
to the guard there. They enter the elevator and are whisked upwards...
..to a party demonstrative of the decadence that can be bought if one
has sufficient cash flow and incentive. POartially clothed joyboys and girls
wander aimlessly about the murky dark penthouse, eyes glazed over, faces
fixed in a permasmile assuring a good time for all comers. All about the
the vast expanse are chemilume dispensers, cranking out long fog like
luminescent fibers that cling to partygoers in growing shrouds of riotous
color that become larger and more dazzling as the evening passes. Scattered
throughout the crowds of wannabees and servants are the Megastars that make
this a "Must attend" for those who ridethe cutting edge of "culture".
Off
to one side band Dark Glorythrust is playing music featuring heavy subsonic
tones to make guests more comfortable, and confident, and willing....
Smooth: I'll take post one. (Looking at a wristband mounted remote hooked
to Basilisk's hitcher jack, which gives a low gleam from the LCD) Bas,
check friendly aquisition, we don't wan't your frames to mark us as hostiles.
Basilisk(over comm):Understood. All frames report 100% asssurance of
friendly recognition.
Jeweler: Right, post one for our gear.
A downstairs room, control panels are mounted in banks around the room,
awaiting a failure in the mains. Cobra is standing in the middle of the
room, body ridgid, white eyes even more empty than usual. perspiration
is running down his face. With a gasp he relaxes and stands, precariously
close to falling. There is a new presence in the room, a subtle warping
of the air that can only mean apowerful spirit is present.
Cobra: Go my brother, help us with our hunt as I have shown you. You are
strong this time, my song has made it so.
The warping influence disappears, and Cobra leaves to return to the van.
A janitorial control room, upstairs. Jimi Smooth and the Jeweler have finished
putting on concealed body armor, and are placing various weapons about their
persons. They return to the party.
Jeweler: Got her. There by the man with the..~r
