| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Re: Ranting and Raving - And not me this time. |
| Date: | Sun, 5 Jan 1997 02:04:12 +0000 |
a military reject who ended up killing civilians because they were the
only targets he could cope with.
Since I was fourteen, overconfident strangers have been trying to kill
me. I'm still here, most of them aren't. You still don't scare me.
You missed my father, but what else can you expect? Lilith and Stephanie
are public record, anyone could find out about them, but you missed the
best target of all. Oh, I'm scared, Thunda, you're able to search public
databases. Excuse me while I shiver with terror. I expected better from
you, but I guess the SEAL training wears off fast. Come on, Thunda, use
those killer contacts, who's my father and where is he? It's all public
record if you ask the right public.
Sure, sure, you can take the President if you try hard enough and know
enough weeks in advance where he'll be. Tell you what, Thunda, tell me
to within a mile where Lilith, or Stephanie, or my father, or for that
matter I, were at 0001 on the 5th January and I might start to believe
you're a threat.
You want me dead. Aztlan want me dead. MCT wanted me dead but gave up.
Maxim want me dead. Get to the back of the fucking queue, Thunda. Big
Fucken Deal.
And me, scared? This from a man who thought nailing schoolteachers to a
(badly) homemade crucifix was a high-risk mission needing four
assistants? Yeah, right, Thunda, you keep ranting about how you're too
smart to ever face someone one-on-one (meaning the one thing you learned
in the military is how dangerous a competent opponent is) then you come
out with shit like this?
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See what I mean, everyone? Thunda redefines reality on a minute-to-
minute basis. The fundamental is that no matter how badly he screwed up,
he was _always_ right, it was _always_ a mission worthy of the Medal of
Honour, he _never_ made a mistake. Easy killed a Thunda, so first he
went quiet, then he blustered, now he has to pretend it never happened.
Thunda knows he'd be dead half a second after I see him, so he
rearranges reality to make himself the lone hero persecuted by an
ungrateful UCAS military who didn't appreciate his particular brand of
indiscipline and drug abuse.
You guys on SLand know me. You've seen Thunda. Who's running from who?
When I had a full company of Aztlan Leopard Guard after me, I sent
ninety-three of them home in zipper bags. When Thunda's got little old
me chasing him, he blusters and postures and runs like hell for cover,
because I scare him shitless.
And you're even more stupid than you act (a real achievement) if you
don't take Drake at his word. If you find his price, then you're ahead
of the Big Eight, Aztlan, and once even the UCAS government. But you
knew that already, didn't you, Thunda? Bluster and blather to try to
hide the fact you're running as fast as you can, because you hear your
death close behind you and getting closer. Go ahead, push what you think
his buttons are. See if Drake cares beyond more innocent casualties,
which a dipshit like you would be racking up anyway. You'll just get IP-
SB on your case too, and the more you flail about guessing what might
reach Drake the deeper you'll sink.
Nah, you won't check on Drake. What, Drake scares you, Thunda? InterPol
too tough for Mr Big Bad Navy SEAL Washout? You're afraid of the nasty
International Police? Oh, poor little Thunda, can't get anything right
about me, can't get anything right about Drake, has to scream and shout
on Shadowland because he can't do anything else. Yeah, scary, Thunda,
really scary. If you ever come after me or mine, let me know so I can
start quaking in my boots at the appropriate moment, otherwise I might
miss it.
I hear your story and I'm laughing, Thunda. You enlisted as a stupid
insubordinate son-of-a-bitch and you got worse with time. You never made
the grade. You got in on probation and you were kicked out for
incompetence. I could care less what lies you tell.
You were hunted by an army? Then why are you wasting time on me? Why do
I or the supposed army with me scare you so badly that you daren't meet
me? You were a SEAL, right? Take me out! Come get me! Use surprise and
aggression to overwhelm a numerically superior foe! You're a SEAL,
right? I'm just a reserve Marine, how can I or anything I muster
possibly threaten a killing machine like you?
You were hunted by an army? Then meet me, fuckhead, fight me man-to-man,
live for a few seconds like a warrior. Even if I bring an army with me
you survived that for years, right? Yeah, right, actually it's only
since he started killing civilians that he became a problem and we came
after him, but he's afraid to admit that.
You got suckered into a firestorm and barely got out alive? Oh, boo hoo
fucking hoo, Thunda, welcome to the fucking club. You're the best, you
get the biggest risks. That's life in the military for you. Tango
Foxtrot Sierra. If you were really such a shit hot soldier you wouldn't
be whining about this like it was something new, instead of a basic fact
of life.
Small hint for any readers still interested in fact. The UCAS has never
had four full squadrons of "heavy bombers". And "six divisions of
artillery"... I think the last time we had that sort of firepower was in
1972, certainly not any time this century.
Thunda, that makes you - considering the time to finish school, enlist,
do Basic, pass BUDS, and qualify SEAL - around ninety years old, and
your gripe is with the old United States, not the UCAS. It also
contradicts the records he calls up later, but who cares about
consistency when you've got a cool missspelled handle like Thunda?
Like I said, Thunda redefines his reality from minute to minute to suit
himself.
Oh, yeah, Area 51's been in Ute turf since we signed the Treaty of
Denver. Or is this the Area 51 in Kentucky? No, it's in Minnesota! No,
Thunda meant Ontario! He doesn't know _where_ it is, but the proof's
there!
Why can lunatics like Thunda kill hundreds? Because this is still a free
society, because you're still innocent until proven guilty. Why can
Thunda argue with me? Because someone's pouring millions of nuyen into
keeping us from finding him. If Thunda wasn't killing people then he
could argue with me all he wanted. It's called the First Amendment and
it's still in the Constitution. Thunda and I both swore to uphold it. He
broke his oath. I didn't. Too bad, Thunda, I'm sure you define honesty
as a failing, but that's why you got a dishonourable discharge.
I already pulled SHAR23-D7, Thunda. Like I said, you rearrange reality
on a minute-by-minute basis. You broke and ran in the middle of a hot
contact. You deserted your teammates. Whatever you were sent to
retrieve, you never saw, because you were too scared to stand by your
team. I know what was down there, Thunda, because after you screwed the
pooch, who do you think got asked to clean up your mess?
And you're not dangerous, Thunda, though you might like to pretend you
are. Only to civilians, to the vulnerable, to the weak. You're no threat
to a professional soldier, or to my family, and if you try to prove
otherwise you'll simply end up in an unmarked grave that much sooner.
Keep running... it won't matter, you still can't run fast enough.]<<<<<
-- Lynch <00:56:50/01-05-58>
