| From: | Mike Goldberg <m_goldberg@**.COLORADO.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Never cross a Johnson... |
| Date: | Wed, 21 Dec 1994 13:02:27 MST |
this, so
he sent a copy of the video my way. Before I tell you what it is about, I
think I should say that the people who fought Lucifer in Boston did a damn good
job. Wish I could have been there to help out. But I had, err... other duties
to attend to. Without further ado, I give you a little learning lesson in what
not to do to any Mr. Johnson, especially if you have an inkling as to what he
is meeting. I, to say the least find it amusing. Doomsday, do you wish to be
my bodyguard? I think I could use someone like you close to me. Of course I
know it really isn't your type of style job, but hey, what the frag? Only live
once after all.
Anyway, without further ado, the video. Sit back and learn something. Or at
least eat some of your favorite stuffers, and be amused.
+++++ Begin Video
You see a car pull up to a street corner. The car is a sleek black westwind.
If you didn't know better, you would think it is the type a fixer might loan to
a friend at a steep price. If that is the case, the person probably paid some
good change for it.
After a moment or three, a decently tall man steps out. He has long silver
hair, that is pulled back into a pony-tail. There is a datajack that sticks
out at the side of his head. He is wearing a nice three-piece suit with an
open overcoat. Most of the ensemble is a silky-black that would make
most people drool. His shirt is also silky-black. This combined with the
black tie would look over done on most, seems to fit the guys mood. You cannot
tell what he is thinking, but he seems definitely worried about something, the
way he is scanning the area. Amazingly, he walks calmly toward a bar. The
neon sign is flashing in annoying green, "Jaded Circle." A quick scan through
the matrix tells you there are only three cities in North America to have a bar
named that: New York, Denver, and Seattle. By the door, on the outside, is a
street bum. He looks like he hasn't shaved in about three days. His long
black hair is greased back. It is obvious that this beggar hasn't had food or
warm shelter for a long time. He is sitting hunched over on a ripped up
plastic sheet, trying to keep warm. Seeing the well-dressed man, he tries to
smile, but it comes out as a chattering grin. You note that the guy has
relatively good dental, but it looks like he hasn't brushed his teeth in over
a month or five.
In a shivering drawl: "Hey man -- lllike ya got some money ah could have? Ahh
desperatly need sssome food. Ah haven' eatten in -- lllike days."
The man in the suit snarls at the beggar. He raises his foot back, but
apparently stops because he doesn't want to dirty his nice dress shoes.
Instead he spits on the poor suck, and walks into the bar.
The beggar shies away. As he walks in, in a barely audible voice says: "Fine,
rich guy . . . don't give me money. Be in a pissy mood."
---
Inside the bar, you see a corp suit, Amerindian you note amusedly, and a troll.
If you didn't know better you would say the troll is Doomsday. The Indian
however isn't DragonEyes, as you were expecting. It is some young indian. He
is human male, but is dressed like a corporate suit. He seems nervous, but
that is probably because it is his first job as johnson. They never learn not
to wear things that identify them as such; small things like having the
bodyguard sitting at the same table. (You bet Doomsday is thrilled with that).
Wearing a Universal Brotherhood pin is also not the wisest thing to do,
considering they aren't wise. Maybe someone should inform Doomsday of what
the friendly people at Universal Brotherhood were like.
Doomsday frowns for a second, and say quietly, "Paranoid. Be careful mister
corp guy. He won' be co-operative. Any chance ya will change yar mind
about me bein' here?"
Corp says slowly, "No, and it is to late now. Stop telling me what to do. I
have done this plenty of times."
Doomsday: "Right. Sure. Here he comes."
Slowly, the rich man walks up to the table. He is smiling amusedly at the fact
that Doomsday is at the table, but the smile dies when he sees the indian. He
continues to walk closer, then he stops.
Man: "What??? I thought.... Drek!"
The man stops walking forward, and starts drawing something. Doomsday curses,
and with amazing speed for a troll, reaches out and grabs the man's hand.
Equally quickly, he slams the hand on the table. The rich guy winces in pain.
Doomsday glances at the indian. The indian is visibly paling.
Indian: "I thought you would be wiser about this. Very well. I know how to
deal with people like you. Take him outside and teach him a lesson. We can
hold the discussion out there as well."
Doomsday forces the mans arm behind the back, and forces him toward the door.
The indian follows. Someone makes a move to follow, but a glare from Doomsday
stops the man cold. Outside the snow is starting to pick up. Doomsday quickly
forces the rich man into the alley way. As the indian walks past the beggar,
the beggar gets up. "Hey man, ya got some change now?"
The indian smiles, "Yes I do, but I need you to do something for me to earn it.
Wait a minute then walk into the alley with me. Do that little task and I will
give you 20 nuYen to spend however you choose."
The beggar's blue eyes light up.
Beggar: "Thank ya sir. Ah won't forget ya kindness."
After a brief minute, they walk around the corner. Doomsday has the rich man
against the wall. The rich man, is trying to break free of Doomsday's hold,
but isn't nearly strong enough.
Indian: "Put him in the van. (addressing the beggar) Here's your twenty
nuYen. If you want, you can come with me, and I will buy you warmer clothes,
and give you some more money. I could use a person like you, for a certain
little job I have."
Beggar: "Ah like the sound of that. Ah'm your man. Lead on, good sir."
Doomsday, with ease stuffs the rich man into the van. Calmly the indian
follows with the beggar into the van. Once inside the beggar closes the door.
The driver turns back. You immediately recognize him as Scarface by the grid
of black scars covering his face.
Scarface: "Welcome to Denver, Christopher. Don't worry, someone will come and
pick up your vehicle in an hour or two."
Doomsday: "Hope I didn' hurt ya hand too much, but we cannot have ya killin'
our Johnson."
Beggar (as he pulls off a wig -- it's Blitzkrieg): "If you ever spit on me
again, I'll put my fist (waves a clenched cyber hand -- his left -- in
Christopher's direction) through your teeth." He grins, and adds, "Did you
have a nice trip?"
The man identified by them as Christopher looks stunned. The indian pulls off
a wig of young black hair. You can see the graying razor straight hair of
DragonEyes. Make-up must be hiding his distinctive facial features.
DragonEyes: "I figured the Universal Brotherhood button would throw anyone off,
as to who you were meeting. We cannot have people following us. Bruce get us
out of this hell hole."
Scarface: "With pleasure."
The van starts moving.
+++++ End clip
Moral of the story might as well be this, don't assume your Mr. Johnson is as
naive as he looks. Chances are he didn't get to his position in whatever
organization by being a fool.
Oh, I can't wait. I get to spend a week in New Orleans. Nothing like
celebrating New Years in the French Quarter! I can't wait. ]<<<<<
-- Scourge <12:00:00/12-21-55>
