| From: | Basilisk <prier@***.UNIBAS.CH> |
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| Subject: | End log update |
| Date: | Mon, 21 Feb 1994 14:16:12 +0100 |
cloths and buys cheap gear. Then he does not understand when it fails. I
will continue his log from security camera patches:
*****Commence Soforterrinerung data replay
Scene: a chaotic arena of water. What used to be a too-mod party has turned
into a confused dash for cover as the fire control system goes into overdrive.
In the middle of this, a party of three: a semi-conscious woman being led by
two men, jog through the room, seemingly untouched by the deluge. There is a
protective shimmer barely perceptible around them.
Jimi: Now Rat boy, don't you go poppin' off our magical backup. If he's
fightin' something astrally, that means it ain't fightin' us. I don't care if
you don't like him, live with it. J. baby, let's get our pretty asses out of
here.
Jeweler: A good idea, Mr. Smooth. Plague Rat, my instructions to shoot Cobra
were only if he looked like he was loosing his fight. Believe me, you would
know. While I understand the necessity of eliminating compromised members, I
will not tolerate wanton waste of resources.
Plague Rat: OK, OK, jeez fag boy, don't get your balls all screwed up. It's
just that the snake man freaks me out. He ain't NORMAL. Those white eyes just
get to me. They'd be kinda cool if they were cyber, but they're natural, man.
Now just get your fraggin' asses out here so we can go with the goods.
Basilisk: Leaving now would a good idea, meine Freunde. One of my smart
frames has been uncovered and destroyed. I have blocked three external calls
and bounced several incoming.
Jimi: Right, we're outta here.
The room has emptied of guests and the three figures have almost reached the
lower doors, when a side door opens and four large men emerge. Judging from
their size and their weapons, they are security. In one smooth motion, Jimi
and the Jeweler lower their burden to the floor and swing around to face the
newcomers. Jimi lays down cover fire, knocking back one of the guards, while
Jeweler pulls out a short baton and lunges to the side. As he dives, he flicks
the baton and the arm of the leading guard falls neatly to the floor, gun
firing as the uncontrolled fingers twitch on the trigger. The remaining two
guards return fire, and the shimmer around the two men intensifies as the
spirit stuggles to protect them from this new threat. Jeweler performs a
rolling landing and is instantly back on his feet, now close to another guard.
Jimi gets knocked back a bit, as if he has taken a hit, but it doesn't seem to
bother him. He pulls off two well aimed shots, and a guard's eyes turn into
gaping holes as the back of his head covers the wall behind him. Jeweler
comes in low, as the last guard's gun is pulled up by recoil, and wraps his
monofilament around the guard's legs. The guard collapses in a cry of pain
that is cut off as Jimi pumps a short burst into his chest. The two men
glance quickly around to be sure no other threat is coming, then return to
the woman.
Jeweler: You OK Mr. Smooth?
Jimi: Yeah, I'm fine. Thank the fashion gods for body armor. Thanks for the
warning, Basilisk, I thought you were supposed to be watching for things like
that.
Basilisk: Sorry, the camera in that room was not water tight, and shorted.
Now just get out.
Without bothering to respond, the two men pick up the woman and continue to the
door. Outside, the night air is surprisingly quiet after the chaos inside.
They hurry down the walkway and a van pulls up in front of them. A door slides
open and the woman is quickly packed inside, next to a semi-conscious Cobra.
Cobra manages a weak smile, and mutters something about some mage who would
have had a real headache in the morning, if he still had a head, then closes
his eyes and relaxes into unconsciousness. Jimi and Jeweler quickly climb in
and the van pulls away.
Plague Rat: What took you so long, pink boy? I thought you would be out
minutes ago.
Jimi: Just drive, Rat. We'll review later. Bas, You still with us?
Basilisk: Jah, Herr Smooth. There is still much confusion inside, but I
detect an auto leaving the underground lot, heading this way.
Plague Rat: All right!!! Finally get some action! Where is he, Swiss cheese
dude?
Basilisk: He will intercept from the right, in three blocks. I have just lost
sight of him from building cameras.
Plague Rat: No problemo, chum. Let's go.
The van accelerates and the whine of electronics is heard. As the van passes a
side street, it barely misses another car, which turns in behind and pursues.
Two men lean out the cars windows and start shooting at the van.
Plague Rat: Hah! they think that's gonna impress me? Let's see what they
think of THIS!
Clicks and the whirr of gears are heard, then the roar of large caliber guns.
The car's front end is ripped to shreds as tracers streak into it and ignite
engine oil. The car swerves out of control and explodes as it hits a parked
vehicle.
Plague Rat: Aww, that was hardly any fun at all. I was expecting at least a
little armor on that thing.
Jeweler: Let's just get out of here. We've done the job. Now get us to the
house where we can let our protege recover for a day or so before we turn her
over to Johnson.
*****End Soforterrinerung data record.]<<<<<
-- Basilisk <13:02:22 GMT/21.02.55>
