From:	What ? <MCM@***.BRIGHTON.AC.UK>
Subject:	None
Date:	Thu, 1 Sep 1994 17:20:00 BST

>>>>>[Hoi WHAT ! I need much fragging better surveillance gear. You lot
were
slotting shadows. here's what I got on film thought.

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A green-tinted image slowly expands to reveal a large, obviously dark warehouse.
Large crates, stacked in untidy heaps are scattered everwhere. Into the camera's
visions steps two figures. The first and taller of the two, is an elf dressed
in unexciting grey and green street wear. The second is human with oddly
haunting, blood red eyes. The two appear to be chatting in a very relaxed
manner.

+++++ Sound Download
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+ ...Error 23D - Soundfile damaged - file may be corrupted

*Heavy foreground Hiss*
WHAT (with an English accent): They'll be *sound crackle* soon, I've got the
stun rounds, Slash *Hiss*
Slash(nods and grins): I did a bit more checking on, just in case.*hiss*
The team seems very compident, most of their reps check out.
WHAT: Hmm, did you dig up anymore on Sakamura, because *high pitch whine cuts
out the rest of the conversation*

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The two talk for several minutes, WHAT still looks concerned and starts smoking
in a distracted fashion. Slash methodically checks out his variety of equipment.

The image fades out.

The image fades in again.

The warehouse floor now has seven figures check their gear and weapons.
WHAT, standing next Japanese male, Sakumura, who is calmly field stripping a
hand gun,is questioning a young man, who seems to have a disproportionate
number of smoke grenades. A slightly bemused expression is on WHAT's face as
Aardvark continues to chatter on reguardless.
Facesmasher, a big troll oiling a sword, is obviously talking shop with the
the attractive, short, blonde Shaman, Jasmine.
Slash moves from runner to runner with a map, pointing out
some new details. He also is handing out non-lethal rounds. Suprisingly,
all of the other runners have their own.
In a corner, by herself, sits Silence, unmoving, watching. Her yellow eyes
eriely contrasts with her ebony skin and short dredlocked hair. Rags wrap
around her lean figure, kit arranged in front of her.

WHAT guestures and there is a flurry of activity from the assembled runners.
They climb into an old battered euro-van and it drives off into a damp, dark
Seattle night.

The image fades out.
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More a bit latter chummers have to clean up the drone's trid shots.]<<<<<
- Spinner (19:23:02/9-1-55)