| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Progress |
| Date: | Fri, 3 Jan 1997 19:47:26 +0000 |
>>>>>[We're working Renton as best we can. We're slightly handicapped by
the guy being able to read Shadowland, but there's a few things we can
play to try and close on him.
Lack of immunosuppressants... depends on the cyber. Mine's compatible
enough that I don't need to take the drugs... <g>
That stuff's expensive and rare, though. _Very_ expensive and rare,
there are only about twelve places able to grow and install that stuff
even if you believe all the rumours: as far as I know there isn't such a
facility anywhere in UCAS jurisdiction (I got mine installed in
Britain).
Unless he acquired his the way Easy stole hers - at _that_ level of
biomatching, damn near unheard of, she got a one-in-a-thousand lucky
break and this grade would be even more precisely matched to the host.
If he'd had wires, spurs, razors, eyes, and all the rest to match what
we saw in the vid, all at delta grade to prevent rejection problems, he
was wearing about three or four million in 'ware at a conservative
estimate. You simply wouldn't put that much 'ware into someone who
proceeds to get killed by a self-taught street samurai, admittedly a
competent and highly wired one. I don't think deltaware is the answer
here, though it would explain why there's no immunosuppressant in his
blood. You're right, this one's damn weird.
For immigration, one of several things. Either immigration was hacked to
glitch Thunda passing through (swipe the stick, check gets squashed,
station bleeps he's clean), or he bought the guy on duty. Passing
airport security when you're a known face isn't that hard.
Thanks for the tip on Collins, I'll be in touch: basically, those
Marines got trained on the basis of "these guys, me included, have gone
up against bugs and lived, they're going to show you what they did
because it can't be completely wrong".
The elite bughunters - Collins' name rings a bell - are mostly, surprise
surprise, working the Zone. We didn't even have a magician with us that
evening, just a physical adept with astral perception: still, flamers
seem to substitute at least against small numbers <g>
Our relationship to the FedGov is complicated. Officially I'm a Federal
employee, a SIGA consultant specialising in corporate conflict, the
Agency not meant to have any active mission. For this sort of operation
I'm airgapped and working alone, no support except the Agency and what I
can arrange myself (like weaselling in with some Feds). When it really
hits the fan, like discovering bug nests or aliens invading or other
weirdness, I get my uniform on: I really am a Marine Reserve lieutenant
with a lot of friends in the Corps, which makes that kind of thing a lot
easier.]<<<<<
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