| From: | Menno Broos <cspas166@***.EUR.NL> |
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| Subject: | Running for Pet. |
| Date: | Mon, 2 May 1994 13:11:31 +0200 |
>>>>>[I finished the run. Here's a quick note describing it.
I wish all runs were this easy.
Looks like this short chick calls herself "Pet" got stiffed by
a Johnson trick, and she's too mushy to collect on the debt heself.
However, she gladly delivered the low-down on site security, and
let me tell you, these guys are staffed like there never was any
corp war. Thay can't be big game anyway, I never heard of "Gabb
Enterprises" though it looks like they have this sixty-storey
scraper downtown.
After I got a description of the place, and the guy owed her a
full stick (after she emptied his, she said; I don't fully agree
with her language) I strolled over. Boys in the reception stopped
me, but I just said "I'm a little late for a meeting with Mr
Johnson" and they let me through. This guy's on the forty-ninth
floor, with a good view of the park nearby, and a personnel
cafeteria out on the roof of the fortyeigth.
Storming by his secretary (an ugly broad) an into his room, I
saw that the term "massive mahagony desk" was an uderstatement;
it was _huge_ and made Johson seem very small. He was on the
phone, but I hung up on him, and said I was there to collect.
He didn't seem to understand at first, and then he started
weasling about being sure he had paid the chick. He almost seemed
sincere, and his aura didn't lie either, so we came down to
specifics of the transaction.
Seems like the ugly broad was given a 15K credstick to pass on to
the young tender meat that had entertained Mr Johnson. However,
somehow the stick wasn't passed on, and I could see why. Of course
the hag denied everything, but after splitting her birch desk with
a rather stylish smash if I may say so myself, it turned out she
had bought a dress for 8 grand, and had almost all of the 7 grand
left.
I got a new stick from Mr Johnson who seemed real apologetic, and
didn't even mind me ruffling his shirt ten minutes before. In and
out, fifteen minutes, no guns, and I'm seven and a half kay
richer. I wish all runs were this easy. I wonder what would have
happened if I hadn't stopped to listen to Mr Johnson, though?]<<<<<
-- Aardvark <22:04:40/05-01-55>
