| From: | Menno Broos <cspas166@***.EUR.NL> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Lots of Guns |
| Date: | Tue, 17 May 1994 22:18:29 +0200 |
Jac's guns back from Lone Star. Hope you'll enjoy it, and maybe even learn
from my mistakes...
PART ONE: THE MATRIX
I will not bother you with this boring stuff. After two days of tracking,
I discovered that a lot of guns were sold to numerous individuals.
Jac, if you want all your guns back, here's a little list of people
who might have them (don't no if it's complete, so I guess not):
+++++ Include: GUNS.JAC.FUTURE_VICTIMS
Anyway, I discovered that the remaining guns were put away in a shed.
I got the address, I even got the names of the guards.
There should be around 20 guards. I guess they're guarding something else,
too.
On the way back, a rather stupid-looking piece of ICe discovered
me, but my eggs confused him long enough to get out safe.
PART TWO: PREPARATIONS
I'll skip most of this, too. I got me a black van (if someone's missing
his/her black van, you'll have it back later today. To compensate this
little inconvenience, you can borrow my bike for a day, or two
if you really want to. Please leave a message on this board.) and my
personal stuff, including lots of high-quality smoke-bombs (the one that
block thermographic vision too), gas grenades, some grapefruits
(never leave home without it!), and of course my Viper and Narcoject pistol.
When I got there, I figured I had to "disable" the external alarm first.
Some phone company guys had already dug a hole a few metres from the shed
(thank you). After I put the two phony companymen asleep, I quickly
connected the shed's PanicButton system to some electronics. I have a
radio-jammer in the van, so only their screams will reach the outside
world *grin*.
PART THREE: FUN
I quickly located the back door, got rid of the lock with my silenced Viper
and entered. It was quite dark in there, with the guard room on the far side
of the shed. I started to move towards it, but quickly I heard in the
distance a mechanical voice screaming "Intruders...inturders...intruder",
and red lights began to flash. I quickly looked around, and then discovered
the cunningly hidden motion detector. I shot it.
Then I started digging up some gas grenades and tossed them to the far end
of the shed. I managed to throw three through a window, into the guard room,
the other two came down on top (for the clever reader: I was wearing a
respirator). I saw a lot of the guards falling, never to stand up again
(at least, not that I saw, the gas was non-lethal), but quite a few started
running towards me. I climbed on top of a large stack of steel plates,
drew my Narcoject and started shooting the approaching guards.
Unfortunately, some of them started returning the fire (with lethal weapons),
so I tossed a few lemon-shaped smoke bombs towards them. Their shots
became a lot less accurate and soon most of the shed was filled with smoke.
After I had emptied my Narcoject, I jumped to the few guards left to attack
them with my bare hands (they had still a hard time seeing me, so I thought
that I could take the five guards still standing). My thoughts proved
right (this time) and after a few nice kung-fu moves they were knocked
senseless. Not bad, most of the guards down and no dead.
I started searching for Jac's guns until I sensed something moving behind
my back. I quickly turned around, only to see a big man, armed with a
katana and what seemed a Ruger Super Warhawk, aiming the pistol and pulled
the trigger. The bullet was aimed on my heart (nice shot, chummer), but
I managed to block it by manoeuvring my right arm between the bullet and
the rest of me. Luckily, I was wearing Dikoted forearm guards and armour,
so the bullet actually stopped (deep inside my right arm. And no, it
wasn't explosive, at least until now). Ow. It hurt.
And the man must have some kind of ultrasound Vision, 'cause it was
still rather smoky.
I found myself laying on the floor, my face jerked with pain (or so it felt).
The big man was approaching carefully, pointing his gun towards my head.
I drew my Viper and shot the Ruger out of the man's hand (yep, I'm
left-handed) before I could say "flanellenlakens", which would take a
lot of time in my present condition (I love smartguns, too). The guard,
at his right hand, raised his katana and stepped towards me.
Meanwhile, I managed to get back on my feet and gat something against
the pain. After I swallowed half a grapefruit, I popped out my
cyberspurs to meet my opponent. Who turned out to be one helluva fighter.
When he made his first attack, I slashed at his katana (I love Dikote),
only to see some sparks when the two weapons met. Frag, he had a good
weapon, so I pulled off another trick. With a summersault I jumped over him,
blocking his katana with my claw, and then launched a back-kick. Only to kick
at some air, 'cause the guard wasn't there any more. I managed to parry
again, and turned around to engage in what became a long and bloody fight.
We fought about twenty minutes, each losing a lot of blood, armour, hair,
and what else you can think of (no, not that). Then I had enough of it
and I pulled off my emergency-trick. I made a backflip and reached in one
of my many pockets. I threw the grapefruit VERY hard between the man's legs.
He didn't expect this, and he was just a tad too slow to avoid the merciless
projectile. His scream was very loud, and then his brains were all over the
place when I slashed my claw through his head.
With the last guard obviously down (I sensed on more guards inside the shed,
so this was the last one), I finished my grapefruit and began to search
for the guns I came for. After a while I found them. I had to walk four
times to the van, which was partly because I couldn't carry that much
without my right arm. Then, I took the katana and left for home.
Back home, I unloaded the van, and took care of my arm.
Well, that was it. I'll bring the van back, and will continue the search
for Jacamus. I hope I find him.
*****Private to: Freddy Frypp.
This might work. Don't worry, he won't get the guns and I'll notify
you as soon as I have him.
*****End Encryption.
BTW, Jac, I live at >>Encrypted<<, that's near Wine Heaven. Feel free
to come and get your guns. Please let me know when you're dropping by,
coz I'm not always at home.
See ya later, guys!]<<<<<
-- Aardvark (21:22:13/17-5-55)
