From:	Andrew May <amay@****.UIUC.EDU>
Subject:	Flute's Run
Date:	Thu, 20 Apr 1995 08:48:50 -0500

>>>>>[Folks this came my way a few minutes ago. I think Flute got tagged
bad...

+++++BEGIN MATRIX UPLOAD:

'A small Elven girl with black hair and deep black eyes stands in the
middle of the
screen. In her hand is a small set of pipes. She is wearing medival
clothing and a
black cloak. The name 'Flute' appears beside her.

'Flute is standing before a factory surronded by shimmering fence. In front
of Flute
is the icon of a guard house. Two security icons are approaching Flute. As she
begins to play her pipes, one of the guards falls down, but the other,
outlined in
black, charges and tackles Flute.

'With a quick twist, Flute knees the guard in the groin. The guard
disappears and
Flute locks the guard house door as she continues into the factory.

Flute: Jesus, somethings important here for a black at the SAN.

'Flute moves through another checkpoint as she blows a melody on her pipes. The
guards ignore her and she continues towards the main building.

'At the main building, the guard ignores her melody and releases a
bloodhound that
runs past Flute. As she turns after the dog, you watch as Flute is hit by
several bullets
from the guard. With an electric flash, Flute whirls around and plays "Gallows
Pole" on her pipes. The guard dissolves with a scream and Flute staggers to
the ground.
At that moment a tall form looms over Flute as she readies her pipes for a
final
defense.

Dark Angel: Flute, child, jackout before the strain kills you.

'Flute grimaces and lowers her pipes.

Flute: Why are you here?

Dark Angel: Riglia hired you didn't he?

'With a groan, Flute limbs into the building, with Dark Angel following
closely.

'Instantly they are in a large workshop with maps of the sytem and several
workbenches. Dark Angel and Flute are back to back and surronded by twenty
black outlined guards. Moving towards them is a Knight in chain mail and black
tabard.. The knight points his broadsword and speaks deeply.

Riglia: There can be only one, Flute, and fortunately it won't be you.

'Flute looks at Dark Angel and draws a Katana from her cloak.

Flute: Jackout Chris, my life isn't worth the damage you'll take.

Dark Angel: Flute...

Flute: Jackout, even you can't win against these odds.

'Dark Angel gives a final salute to Flute as tear runs down his cheek and
he disappears in
a flash of smoke. Riglia waves his sword and the guards rush Flute.

'After three minutes, only ten guards are left and Flute is leaning against
a workbench. She
is covered in blood and Riglia nods.

Riglia: Good day, Flute.

'Flute makes an obscene gesture and Riglia charges her. Flute manages to
parry once,
before Riglia runs his sword through her chest. Flute gasps and dissolves.'

+++++END MATRIX UPLOAD:

Tarleton, thanks for trying to help her.

Zactof, get her to Treebear or a hospital, preferably the former. I'm on my
way out to San Fran
and I'll meet you at the airport. Tunnel-Rat don't bring that bike to pick
me up.]<<<<<
-- ShadowPriest (08:58:24 CST / 4-20-56)