| From: | jaimie.nicholson@********.otago.ac.nz (Jaimie Nicholson) |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Agriculture |
| Date: | Thu, 8 Aug 1996 10:39:06 +1200 (NZST) |
>>>>>[ Hey, things are hotting up a little. We need to arrange a little
security. Some of you guys are muscle, right? I hate to admit it, but I
need some help.
Last night, not long after I logged off S-land, I got into a little spot of
trouble. These three guys jumped out of an Americar that pulled up near
where I had dropped my tap into the matrix (in a public telecom, this
time). By that time, I was wandering off, doing the drunken-squatter
shuffle as per usual. The bad guys looked around the area, then saw me and
gave chase. My Rat warned me that people seemed to be following me, so I
took off running too. I can move pretty damn fast when I need to, but these
guys were chipped to the max. There was an ork, a human, and an elf, and
the elf caught up to me first, just after I ducked down an alley to try and
hide. I was jumping onto a bin to get in one of those dunpster things, but
the fraggin' pixie saw me and gave a shout. I leapt down again, stuck my
knife in his throat, an unexpected move that shut him up fast, and kept
running. The others found him about two seconds later, and they started
shooting, but I was just then getting around a corner and out of sight.
They chased me for another half a minute or so, but I evaded them by
jumping in the back of a garbage-collecting truck. Glamorous? Not fraggin'
hardly, but it saved my hoop.
So, can we meet? Where? Does anyone have a sort of hidden safe-house thing?
And can I stay there for a while?]<<<<<
-- Squatter <16:31:31/08-07-57>
