From:	winter@******.med.harvard.edu
Subject:	One last time, then I give up....
Date:	Wed, 5 Jun 1996 14:52:18 -0400

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Lens flare, fuzzy focus refines into a image of the interior of
a large boat of some sort. Naudical neatness prevails, yet the decor
is light and airy, not to mention spacious. Slight fisheye distortion
occurs due to the wide angle lens used in a attempt to capture the
intire interior. Some blind spots are unavoidable, closer to the
bulkhead the camera mounted on. Tinted ports reveal a busy dock on
one side, the open bay on the other. Gentle waves lap against the
boat, lending thier rythmic voice to the silence of the cabin.
Footsteps move overhead. The door/hatch to the outside opens.
Silueted by a dazeling halo of sunlight stands a troll, average size,
maybe a little small. He waves a much smaller, feminine figure into
the cabin.

"Glad ta finally meet up with ya, ah must say that ah was
startin' to worry a bit. Now, you understand that this is being
recorded fer my boss's use, he likes to keep track of things,
even tho he's away."

"M'here arn't I? Whas the score, son?"

"Ah, right to tha point, that's just fine, but are yah sure yah
wouldn't like a cold one to fight off this heatwave?"

"S'70 degrees! Where're you from?"

"Well, yes, it is ma'm, but it's stopped raining, and that's
enough cause fer me."

"I don't drink. La morena del alma."


The troll is wearing typical yachting wear, down to docksiders in size
42 EEEE. It suits him well. He seems comfortable, at ease. His good
looks are a little distracting on a troll, but his smooth actions and
easy speach soon tricks you into thinking that the world is to small,
not the other way around.

The lady is a small, unremarkable brunette that no one would look at
twice crossing the street. She seems ill at ease, constantly
jittering and glancing around, as if she was looking for this camera.

"Well, I'll just have one then."

"Your funeral. F'not now, n'later."

"Let's see, my notes arr around here somewhere... ...ah!
Now those damn reading glasses. Ahhhcem. Now ah have asked
you here in order to offer you employment in the data procurment
field. If you accept, you will be given tha codes nessicary to
obtain orders in the field, as well as general messages entitled "To
The Electric Mayhem". This is a loose afilliation of like minded and
like skilled individuals that have been hired by my boss, Mr.
Wintergeist to perform various actions. The two options ah have set
before you include primarily, a physical penetration of ah research
facility in Dunedin, New Zealand, an secondaraily, ah data erasure
to be performed on a local company, Frenado Corp. Here is a data
packet with details regarding each task. We arr prepared to pay ah
sum of >>encrypted<< for the completion of both tasks. Any
questions?"

"Jus a couple. Physical penetration duty: just me, or do I have
support? Some 'friends' of mine might try something either en route
or at the run, I want freedom to deal with any such intervention as it
occurs. This arrangement will be best for all involved (except my
friends). Is NZ a minimum contact event or should I eliminate
opposition as it arises? I assume everything else is in the packet.
I'll contact you about Frenado later. OH! Almost forgot, I'd like a
copy of this recorded meet."

"You will be joined by a qualified gentleman who goes by the name
of Bohemian Bob. He will provide physical protection. Please keep
the leathal response to a minimum. But use you own discression. An I
will have a copy of this recording for you as you leave."


She reads, he relaxes, contimplating a Momus print on the far wall.

"M'yours. Cred in hand. Now."

"Half"

"Anyway, m'in."

"Please keep in touch, an' let me know how Mr. Brengle is doin
these days, the ticket's on this chip, so don't go giving it away like
ah certified."

"You mean, Bernie? Right? Season's over--We'll be going out to
celebrate his season and my recent success when I get back. Drek! I
forgot to call him. Y'know, he'd be a dark shade of green
if he saw you offering me wine. Y'll hear fr'me at collection
time. "

Fade to black]<<<<<
-- Ash <14:50:23/06-05-57>


Last chance to edit both sides!!!

And let me know if you get this one, this proof's name is "BHA"
(a little computer humor there).

Take care...


-winter