| From: | Mike Goldberg <m_goldberg@**.COLORADO.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Praying for Salvation... |
| Date: | Mon, 21 Nov 1994 16:42:54 MST |
simply as
Dr. Action Jackson is in. I figured it was about high time to reveal just how
AJ is. You see, I figured it is about time he paid the price for attacking
Germany. He just simply made the mistake of running into the wrong people yet
again. I guess he has the same unique talent that Doomsday sometimes has.
Speaking of which Shadowfox, how is Doomsday? I assume you haven't stalled on
it. Or are you gleaming all you can from HAMMER's so-called brain?
But since I know you all are very curious, (especially Diana), about dear AJ
you will most likely enjoy this.
+++++ Video Download
The picture slowly grows from the centre of the screen eventually filling it.
The quality is somewhat grainy, but fairly distinct. Three men sit in the back
on a moving vehicle, in an uncomfortable silence. The first is well-dressed,
in a unidentifiable corporate style. A lock of blond hair has escaped from
under his hat. His face is carefully neutral, his eyes however, blaze with an
intense, inner power. Across from him sits a dark haired elf, in a battered
armoured jacket and ruffled scruffy clothing. In total contrast to the man
opposite, his very posture, features and eyes displays an obvious suspicion,
tinged with poorly concealed curiousity aimed at the man across from him. The
ork makes up the group, a well built individual, who continually and very
nervously sharpens a pile of wooden stakes.
The vehicle stops. A stream of dirty light from the streetlights above seeps
through the rusty van doors. You scan down the old-fashioned street where the
van stops, noticing several big, grey-bricked buildings that are covered in
gang insignia and rise up in to the overcast sky. Wrecks of burnt-out cars,
vans and barricades are strewn across the road. Bullet holes scar every
surface. Welcome to Berlin, eh?
The blond man speaks to the camera. (in German) "Scan the area and get the
drones into position. Once this is accomplished, run a system check." The
drone speeds off down the road for a short distance. The only moving creature
detected is a fat, ugly devil rat, which glares at the drone and unhurriedly
waddles into the darkness of a sewer. The picture refocuses on the trio at the
back of the van, who are sorting out some equipment. Id's are tagged to each
member: the blond human - Nightmare, the short elf - WHAT, the ork - Rebar.
Rebar takes his equipment and moves stealthily toward a far, dis-used building
In seconds, he's out of sight. Nightmare picks up a briefcase from the van and
in a slow, measured pace makes his way down the battered street. WHAT follows
like he is guarding Nightmare from attack. Idly, you wonder from what.
You now see the two through a grill frame that is looking slightly down on
them. They are standing in a well-appointed office which has colourful
posters and mottos dripping from the walls. You note dryly that it is a
policlub from the looks of things and probably fairly well off. It seems to be
humanocentric based and some sort of community care, but the posters, as you
are well aware of don't always tell the truth. Nightmare looks like he is just
another bored corp suit waiting to get off work. He has an indifferent look
on his face as WHAT converses with the all too perfect receptionist.
WHAT: (In a rough, broken form of German.) The boss want to see N-sign now. We
know here. You let us see. Tell N-sign we here NOW! (He leans forward and
extends his hand razors to accentuate the point.)
The girl, with a fearful look on her face, jabs an unmarked button on the touch
pad in front of her. Moments later, two large humans armed with SMG's step
out into the office and escort the bored Nightmare and WHAT into another
office. The drone quickly makes it's way through the vent system along to the
next venting grill. The view comes to another office. This one, however, is
paramilitary by design. The walls are covered with multiple powerful posters
and wall hangings that shout Nazi slogans and images. Behind an empty desk,
lounges a short, obviously cyber-enhanced, thug. He puts down the combat knife
he was using to clean his finger nails (you see WHAT roll his eyes) and growls,
"N-sign and the others are out on a 'rally.' So get lost ya hosers for about
four days and then I'm sure we can help with any thing you need in the the
'biz department.' (to WHAT) Take your suit out of here, little elf street scum
or the next time you bust in, I'll snap every bone in your hands."
WHAT appears to on the verge of a vicious retort, when Nightmare places a hand
on his shoulder. WHAT just grins wickedly.
Nightmare: Thank you for confirming my intelligence. Now, I want to see the
creature you're holding in the containment cell.
Thug: Who the frag do you think...
Crackling electricity forms around Nightmare's left hand. The thug sees
this and stops midsentence.
Nightmare: Do not even think about it chummer. Do as I say and you'll see
dawn. Now take us to the cells quickly. I strongly recommend no little
tricks, for I am known to have a very short fuse. Is that clear?
The thug nods vaguely, still staring at the energy flowing from Nightmare's
hands as WHAT efficiently disarms him. The three leave the office and head
into to a lift.
The screen is briefly split in half, the left half is showing the three
approaching a door, while the other half is a dark screen with what appears to
be a faint outline of a sitting figure that is twitching slightly. As the thug
slowly types in the combination for the maglock on the door, that half of the
screen enlarges until you cannot see the other image. As the heavy door
slides open, a dimly redish light seeps into the corridor adding to the dim
light of the electricty from Nightmare's hand. Inside you see what seems to be
a classical torture chamber that is literally straight out of the history
trids. After a few brief moments you notice some additional vintage 2055 toys.
The thug gestures sullenly towards a door in the far wall, and mutters, "It's
in there." Nightmare motions WHAT toward the door. You are amused to watch
WHAT's face. His eyes betray the horror of seeing this ghastly room, yet the
rest of his face remains impassive. He struggles to open the door, and finally
succeeds. Inside he searchs blindly around and then finally finds the light
switch. You are momentarily blinded by the brightness of the fluorescent
lights as WHAT turns them on.
Tied on a metal framed chair is a man wearing a brief loincloth. He seems to
be about 6 foot, 175 pounds, with a moderate build, brown hair and a dark
complexion. Three buckets have been arranged around him. This man (?) has
obviously been tortured.
His face, torso, and thighs are discoloured by heavy bruising. Pink scars run
all across his body. Black burn marks cover his inner thighs and armpits. His
kneecaps appear to have been blow off. They look like they have been
partially magically healed leaving them massively misshapen. You see the shiny
metal heads of the rivets attaching him to the chair VIA his forearms and
shins. He, by some miracle, still seems to be alive.
Not surprisingly, WHAT loses his lunch, breakfast and a couple of other meals
too, in a noisy fashion. Nightmare just sighs. (Leaving you wondering if it
is directed at the man's condition or WHAT's reaction.) WHAT staggers toward
the captive, knocking a bucket over. A dark red liquid washes over the grey
stone floor. The man's head snaps up and he hisses. His unfocussed bloodshot
eyes glare out from the battered face and saliva drips down from two elongated
canines. Just what the doctor ordered, eh? A Vampire.
WHAT stops dead in his tracks as his face goes whiter, if that's (meta)humanly
possible and hoarsely utters "What . . . AJ ?" A confirmation ID flicks onto
the screen - Action Jackson, who just continues to hiss. Nightmare's
emotionless voice makes WHAT nearly leave his skin as he says, "Well? Inject
him with the drug and pull those nails out. Perferably this decade." WHAT
spins around with the thug's gun in hand, not his own narcojet, and shaking
very badly attempts to level it at Nightmare. WHAT, in a voice filled with
broken anger and horror spits out, "I know him, he's a friend you fraggin'
fiend, look what the frag they fraggin' well done to him you fraggin'
heartless fragger, you knew I knew him frag face, why the frag shouldn't I
just fraggin' kill you, fraggin' now!"
Nightmare sighs and in the same emotionless tone he replies, "We have a job to
finish, and unless you plan on dying before it is over, I suggest you stop
being so emotional and finish this job. There will be plenty of time to try
and kill me later. We were working on a precise time table and besides I don't
think you want the thug (the thug freezes in motion as he was heading to the
door) to leave and sound the alarm." He turns his back to the cell and calmly
walks after the thug. "I trust you weren't planning on leaving so soon." The
thug blanches and says nothing.
WHAT injects AJ with a drug. Humanity (?) slowly returns to his face.
"WHAT ? ....." he grins weakly, "nice to see you in this holiday camp. I
haven't told them anything, which I believe annoyed them."
WHAT says shakingly, "AJ, I - I - I have to pull out the nails ... I'm sorry
..." He trails off as his voice fails him.
AJ smiles trying to reassure WHAT by saying, "Hell, it'll less painful than
explain to Diana and Roxey why and how I got caught." The next five minutes
AJ doesn't utter a sound, as WHAT, who's crying openly, slowly wrenches out the
12 rusty nails. AJ somehow through clenched teeth says, "WHAT, I can't move
they've used a drug to stop me going mist form and it's paralyzed me, chummer."
WHAT carefully and tenderly picks him up and carries him out.
Nightmare, holding the thug in a wrist lock, is sitting comfortable in a chair
reading a data screen, he looks up and smiles coldly. You can hear the wrist
of the thug snapping as Nightmare throws him into a wall. You don't know how
hard Nightmare threw the poor guy, but judging from the loud crack, and the
resulting spray of blood from the thug, it stands to reason that it wasn't
lightly. Still smiling he says, "Doctor Jackson, so nice to meet you again.
Our host decided that the wall was a better bedfellow than you are. So I
obliged his request and let him meet the wall. Shall we go now?" Over a
commlink he says, "Rebar, we're exiting now." Then he starts casting a spell.
The image of the three shimmers and then is replaced by three ordinary looking
humans who look like they survived a bomb blast.
Above the celling shakes a couple of times, and explosions can be heard. Fire
alarms start ringing and lights flash. They make their way to the lift and the
join in with the panic upstairs. You can see several rooms on fire, by the
thick smoke that is pouring out of them. From all the smoke choking the air,
you are amazed that people are still screaming and not passing out. Outside a
crowd has formed, watching the burning building. Suddenly, gunfire erupts
from somewhere outside which sends some people screaming for cover. Others
foolishly remain. The gun shots continue, long enough for the trio to exit the
building, and like the crowd scatter because of the gunfire. Quickly they
round a corner and enter a van. As soon as the doors shut, the unmarked van
pulls away.
+++++ End video (y/n)? y
Well there you have it. You're probably not happy that I forgot to mention
that this was good enough to watch with popcorn but oh well. Speaking of not
being happy, Action Jackson is now in my benefactor's hands. Only time will
tell if he is to be released. God knows that we shouldn't let a bloodsucker
walk free, especially considering what he has done, but only time will decide
that fate. ]<<<<<
-- Nightmare <15:36:20/11-21-55>
>>>>>[ Hey mon, the boss should just let me kill him. I have plenty of
stakes
for the job! ]<<<<<
-- Rebar <15:36:55/11-21-55>
>>>>>[ If I had my way, I would. If anyone interferes with the boss's
decision, you will get you opportunity to use them.
Oh Shadowfox . . . what has happened with HAMMER? ]<<<<<
-- Nightmare <15:38:22/11-21-55>
>>>>>[ Oh yeah... I forgot to post that. The Interpol, with a little
prodding
from BIS accepted the trade. All runs went off without a hitch. Doomsday and
a few guests of his are resting up at the place. I'm surprised you had to ask.
The Commander balked a little so I upped the ante. Got a few more friends out
because of it. I'm sure some people aren't happy with me. But my boss sure
is. ]<<<<<
-- Shadowfox <15:41:20/11-21-55>
***** Private: Fenris
>>>>>[ Since you asked and this is relatively harmless, the Yakuza had
Interpol
release the following people in addition to Doomsday. I have only included the
people connected with Yakuza organizations that I know about. I added some
friends of mine to the list as well. All said and done, I am a lot poorer for
all that I have just accomplished, but Doomsday is free which is nice.
+++++ Include Yakuza.list
Sorry, but I cannot tell you where they have been relocated to. Hope you find
this information useful. Donations to the cause are welcomed. ;> ]<<<<<
-- Shadowfox <15:44:29/11-21-55>
