| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Re: Weird Incidents |
| Date: | Sat, 30 Mar 1996 08:57:05 GMT |
>>>>>[Yowza! A Dragon with a sense of humour! And a big wallet!
How do you get to be a Dragon anyway? Are there, like, classes you
can take, or a mail-order course or something?
Anyway... best thing is I found her already. She's sort of unconscious,
nothing she won't wake up from. I grabbed her pimp too, but he's got a
couple of big holes in him where he started waving a gun around and I
showed him mine was bigger. He'll live, though. You get him for free. I'm
nice like that. Especially to Dragons. With big teeth. And claws. And
fiery breath. That melts my igloo where I was hiding.
Male Eskimo flavour... Damn, I walked *right* into that one.
Worst thing is, these four guys turned up as I was leaving, which is
why I had to put her to sleep: she was screaming and jumping around in
the line of fire, so I dropped her, then I dropped them, then I ran
away very fast because when I did an itty bitty mindprobe on one of
them they had come to kill her, her pimp, anyone they'd talked to,
anyone looking for her... So I grabbed the least damaged one of them
too so your people could ask more questions if they wanted.
Street muscle, fairly low-grade, hired by your archetypal faceless suit, and
I didn't linger to see what might happen next. You want them all giftwrapped
or just brought right round?
Hey, usually, I just report the news. It's kind of fun to make it
again.]<<<<<
-- The Mighty Quinn <08:57:02/03-30-57>
