| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Re: Odd Murder |
| Date: | Mon, 3 Jun 1996 16:45:13 +0100 |
>>>>>[Remind me, next time my brother drops into town, to say "No
thanks, Jonathan, I don't want to go out for a few beers." Or even "Yes,
a few beers. _Not_ twenty-nine in three hours."
Okay, so Coyote shamans have reputations to maintain, but still, my head
was hurting all weekend. I have vague memories of starting on tequila
slammers, but that might just be imagination. I don't think we made any
headlines, though.
Anyway, I got tape of the camps. Nothing exceptional, just your typical
miserable shanties, soldiers passing out MREs and water - very
carefully, a few people have been shot for trying to rush the grunts -
and lots and lots of despairing scared people. I didn't see many signs
of infestation, but once in a while someone does begin to change:
there's a hefty bounty on them, though.
+++++include video: refugee_camp.txt
Anya was pretty pissed off, like most people in there, and very upset
about her dead half-sister: she doesn't have anyone at all now, and on a
practical level Jenny had been sending her money and food.
She didn't know anything about the postcards, but she did give me a
better ID on Jenny's boyfriend:
+++++include graphic: photofit.id
Anya never liked him. Said he gave her the creeps, and that he had "dead
eyes". He was the one who delivered the money and food packages, though,
so she put up with seeing him about every month until he missed his last
visit (due a week or so ago). He had "some sort of arrangement" to get
in and out of the refugee camps.
The Army guys wouldn't talk to me without authorisation, and they had a
magician in the room so I couldn't find out any more than
that...yet.]<<<<<
-- The Mighty Quinn <16:45:43/06-03-57>
