From:	Phoebus Apollo <ECKELBED@*****.BITNET>
Subject:	The lowdown on James Horn
Date:	Fri, 14 Oct 1994 07:40:34 -0400

>>>>>[Your fav wiz banger here commin back at ya'll screaming through
the data waves . . . my I hate this typing biz, ya know, if anyone has
found a spirit yet who can deck, please get around to lettin me know,
I just can't stand this. *Sigh*

Speaking of screaming tho, that's about all you can expect out of a
one Mr. James Horn. Mr Horn, you see has been a very bad fellow,
participating in two bombings -- one attempted, we'll note thanks to
the good offices of Detective Kovak -- on metahumans. Anyway, he has
decided to put aside his ignomious past and work under the path of
enlightenment as overseen by yours truly. Mr. Horn -- did I mention
that the "James Horn " printed on his identification is not his real
name? The subject in question, when pressed to consider his own
individuality, used the name David Lockhard. Very interesting, no?
But then, howmany people could all of us point to on the street who
answer to more than one name, or refuse to answer to one that is
theirs, eh? So ka, this Horn/Lockard individual has proven himself to
be a very unwilling subject for conversation.

Believe it or not, once he came to his senses after Kovak's
chastisement, he actually desired to immediately leave the
hopspitality of your good author. In fact, he didn't want to talk
about any of his recent actions. He's was a damnably rude individual,
all things considered, and if it wasn't for a good reason that I was
chattin with the white-sheet I think I would have asked that he never
come back to visit. But, after I explained things to him, Lockard
chap wasn't nearly so put out. He just stared at me with this empty
look in his glassy eyes, and then answered any questions that I had.
Damn kindly of him to do so.

But when I started askin im about where 'e was from and ho 'e was
workin for, then he let out one hell of a hoot and a hollerin. He
cried and screamed and even begged me not to make him tell about the
'great man' who was his boss -- hell, more than his boss, the way he
talked the fragger seemed to be his sunrise and sunset if you take me
meaning. But, I just had to know the truth. You know me, relentless
pursuer of drekheads and jerkoffs who kill little kids. So I had to
explain things again to my resistant little buddy here, and he even
came up with a
couple names for me -- names and times, no less.

First of all, our good racist brotherhood ain't quite done havin fun
in downtown Chicago. It seems that on this very Sunday, a good
quantity of high resin plastique will be exploding in the Church of
the Whole Earth down on 68th street. Now we all know that the Church
is only home to no-good metahumans and other trog- and keeb-lovers, so
I imagine that the visionary Humanis organiztion won't be weepin too
much at the losses.

Second , he did know a couple of these others mad bombers, one of
which was unquestionably doing cover work at the troll establishment
that Lockard tried to hit. Now we never saw this white-sheet, and I
wonder where he took off to. The names of the two blokers are Danny
Ammerson and Cris Dilworth.

Now here is some real bad news. The head honcho of this little
demolition team -- or at least, the fella who was giving Lockard
orders and supplies to blow things up -- called hisself Mr. Kinner.
Now, I don't know any members of the Kinner family personally chiefly
cus I ain't with the high society types of the windy city here. And
to add to the confusion, Lockard never met Kinner personally--or at
least, he never saw his face and knew that he was seeing it. Wiz, eh?

That's about it for Lockard's fountain of knowledge. As for me, I'm
planning on attending Church this Sunday, and I hope that Kovak and
Zactof will be feeling sufficently healthy and pioous enough to
attend. In the meanwhile, I'm gonna try to dig up everything I can on
the newest add-ons to my sphincter list, the tres-chiq and
tres-fruity Kinner family.

Now back to your usually scheduled program. As for me, all this
investigating of the inner nooks and crannies of Lockard's brain has
given me one hell of an appetite. Time for some breakfast.]<<<<<
-- Aerich (04:59:43/10-14-55)