| From: | Mike Goldberg <m_goldberg@**.COLORADO.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Flash nevermore... |
| Date: | Wed, 28 Sep 1994 13:41:50 MST |
somewhat safe to. . . But I'm a hunted man. I still don't know what happened to
DragonEyes, Scarface (might as well get used calling him that), or any of my
other chums that I used to run with.
It's hard I guess to look at Powerhouse's death and think fairness. If I could
have gotten there sooner, I would have gladly traded places with PH. Hell, it
would have been fitting end to it all. My first enterance to the list was
helping Highlander out, and his mess with insects, and going out... to them
would have been fitting.
Hammer and Nightmare -- I hope you too kill each other. I have thought long and
hard about what happened last spring, and Nightmare, there is no apologies for
all you have caused. Hammer, you aren't even worth the bullets to kill you.
I think after all is said and done, I'm going to try and find a legitimate way
to live. I don't think I can handle the shadows much more. All my life I have
lived in them, and PH's death reminded me of so many other deaths.
Some people say that PH knew too much about what was going on. Before I send
the very short transmission clip of Cerise and I bringing PH's body to the
morgue, I would like to state that PH _had_ no clue what was going on. IBA
barely had a chance to figure out what saving DE would bring, but he didn't
think first before broadcasting.
DragonEyes is in over his head. From what I can gather at Doc Grizzle's old
place is most likely a key on why the fraggin' insects came after us.
Unfortunately DE is the only one who knows where it is. We got attacked in
Denver... Neither Br... Scarface or I had any clue as to what the hell was
going on. By the time we figured out, DE bolted to try and get the heat off of
us. I guess the ringleaders who want DE dead, figure he might of spilled the
beans to me and Scarface.
Since then, I lived like I used to when I first came over here, many years ago.
Miserably. I'm taking every precaution that I can to make things last around
me. I've virtually run out of money.
The good news I suppose is that I'm at least now with people who are aware of
what is going on (more or less) and they still have a chance.
Not much else to say. How does one take out something that has no tangible
form? How does one take out something that has infinitely more resources than
you? that has more contacts and people (maybe things would be a better word)
than I have friends? You don't. People don't be foolish on taking them on.
Don't be like me....
+++++ Start transmission
The picture looks like something from a cyber-camera. Looking around the room,
you see a small hut. What looks like IBA is lying on a make-shift bed.
Continuing the scan, you look at a tall strawberry blond. Judging from her
thinness, you would say that she is elf. It's definitely Cerise. But she looks
very tired and sad.
Scanning the room some more, you see a fragment of a mirror. It's enough to
catch what should be the camera wielder, but doesn't. It's Blitzkrieg. He looks
very dirty, very hungry, and also tired. You can see the how the weight of
everything seems to have aged him. His shabby looking clothes screams volumes
of how far he has fallen. You note that he has covered his hands with gloves.
You wonder why... you vaguely remember hearing about what happened to him in
Germany. Supposedly he lost his left arm there.
Slowly and carefully Blitzkrieg bends down and picks up a large bag. It looks
like it contains a body. You note that Blitzkrieg is carrying it like a mother
would carry her own child -- very gently.
Blitzkrieg (softly): Cerise, let's go.
Cerise sadly nods, and follows him. They walk outside and after a minute's
wait, a cab arrives. You note that the area is pretty run down. In matter of
fact it takes you a second but you are pretty sure its in the Barrens.
The cab driver leans out, "Hey chummer. You call the cab?!?"
Blitzkrieg: "Yes."
Driver: "What's in the bag, chummer? I don't want any surprises...."
Blitzkrieg: "A dead friend who we found killed the other day."
Driver: "Sure pal. Most likely you geeked him yourself to get the dame" (he
nods his head in the direction of Cerise. Cerise pales visibly with anger)
Blitzkrieg puts an hand on Cerise's shoulder: "No. I'm afraid you have it wrong
sir. But will you drive us to the morgue."
Driver: "For the babe, sure. For you, it will cost ya a lot."
Blitzkrieg: "Open your doors then."
Driver: "Put the body in the trunk."
Blitzkrieg: "I don't think so. I'll double the fare if the body rides with us."
Driver (shudders): "WHAT?!? You're bringing in a corpse into my vehicle..."
Blitzkrieg opens the door for Cerise to get in, "Yes. And if you don't like it,
then let me drive use your cab for 4 hours without you in it."
Driver grumbles: "Everybody is a wise ass. I can't buster. This cab is my
life."
Blitzkrieg: "I'm amazed you have one." He gets in and shuts the door.
Driver: "Hey pal, I don't need your drek. If you don't cut it, I'll cut you."
Cerise: "Why you little -"
Blitzkrieg: "Drive us to the morgue. NOW!"
Blitzkrieg throws a look that could force a troll to back down at the driver.
The driver shudders and and starts driving -- cursing under his stinking breath
all the way (you'd guess). The image shifts back and forth as the cab goes down
the various streets.
After a while, they get to the morgue. The cab drive goes, "Money now...."
Blitzkrieg: "Nope -- we aren't down with this cab yet..."
Driver: "I say you are.... Get the frag out of here.... ya slime-guzzlin' lame
brain!"
Cerise mutters something quietly and the driver slumps over.
Blitzkrieg sighs, "So much for this going easily."
Blitzkrieg quickly gets out of the cab. So does Cerise. Blitzkrieg then picks
up the body and walks inside. Cerise, with tears streaming down her face, opens
the doors for Blitzkrieg. Blitzkrieg walks in and down the corridor. You can
hear his worn out boots padding softly along. They round two corners and come
to a desk.
The secretary looks up, startled to see people.... "Uhh hi -- hello. Can I help
you?"
Blitzkrieg: "Yes, we found a dead body and want to intern him."
Secretary: "Uhh sir -- we normally don't take bodies from anyone but the
police."
Blitzkrieg reaches into his pocket. Pulls out a decent wad of Ares script. "I
want you to see that he gets full rights that someone with a SIN would get.
Keep whatever is left over."
The secretary's eyes buldge wide as Blitzkrieg continues laying down bills of
100.
Secretary stammers: "Uh -- err -- But of course sir. I'll take care of it
immediately. For reasons of safety though, you will not be able to watch the
process."
Blitzkrieg: "Then I want a guarantee that it will be done right. Treat this as
if you were burying your loved one. That's how imporatant it is to us."
Cerise nods sadly.
Secretary: "You have my honor that it will be done. If I may ask what happened
to the deceased?"
Blitzkrieg: "He lost a fight with something that should have never been found.
But he died saving a friend and his loved one." Cerise's bows her head in
sadness. "He was probably the most noble person I have seen in a while. He
deserves more than I can ever afford." Blitzkrieg looks down, obviously trying
to hold himself together.
Blitzkrieg's voice is barely audible, "Please, help me out. You name it, and
I'll do my best to help you out and the future."
Secretary: "Sir, you look like you suffered enough. Don't worry, you have my
word, everything will go like it should, and no one will find out about the
whole thing. I assume that is what you want?"
Cerise: "Yes." She hands the secretary a sheet. The camera shifts up to the
secretary so that you can't read the sheet. You watch as she reads it.
Secretary: "This is what you want -- "
Cerise: "Yes."
Secretary: "I'll call the number and do what you say, when I am done."
Cerise: Good.
Cerise leans against Blitzkrieg and they walk out together.
+++++ interrupt transmission
No real need to go further. There a lot of things I could say, and there a lot
of things I could do, but ..... Powerhouse, even though you cannot see this or
hear this -- You lived true to yourself and your friends. We'll miss you.
As a small side comment, this took place during the weekend, and we have since
moved. And I would like to thank Raven the Mage and Claw who are with us now
helping us out.
Any news of the others?]<<<<<
-- Blitzrkieg <12:54:05/9-28-55>
