From:	Tim Skirvin <tskirvin@***.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	The situation escalates...
Date:	Fri, 11 Nov 1994 22:13:47 -0600

*****Private: Hack
>>>>>[Hack, I'm getting scared. Everything's going to hell, and I can't do
anything about it...and we aren't even getting anyone to go on the run. Frag!
I need to do this...I need to get my brother and Solonus OUT...Hack, why'd
you make me come out now?]<<<<<
-- Quickling <22:08:42/11-11-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Lady Quickling, do not fret. We're going to be just fine. Trust me.
We're going to get your friends out.

Beyond that, don't worry about why you got out then. If you want to know the
truth, it's because you're not going to be able to get out again, and this is
the only way you're going to get runners.

I've put out the word with all the people I know. We're ok. And I'm even
paying for it, mi'lady, so don't complain.]<<<<<
-- Hack <No T/D>

*****Private: Hack
>>>>>[Hack, you son of a slitch, WHY are you doing this to me? You don't
owe me anything, why are you doing this...]<<<<<
-- Quickling <22:10:00/11-11-55>

*****Private: Quickling
>>>>>[Oh yes, I do owe you, Quickling. More than you can know. And I owe
your brother, and your friend.]<<<<<
-- Hack <No T/D>