| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Problems? |
| Date: | Mon, 3 Mar 1997 22:29:31 +0000 |
her digging for Kor that a hard-hitting mercenary squad, known simply
as "Legion" is passing through Philly, how long they will be in Philly
is unclear as is their intent. They do seem to be interested in the
"fixer war."
*****PRIVATE: Kor, Karma, Khan, Trax
>>>>>[Legwork paid off.
+++++begin trideo
The view from Easy's camera, as she moves along a dark and trash-
littered alley. The mike didn't pick up any sound, but she must have: as
she passes one doorway, the camera blurs and settles amidst a startled
yelp on the face of a frightened Ork, off balance and held by the
throat: Easy's chromed razors glitter at his throat, and one of her
Beretta 92 automatics is in his face.
"Cool! Cool! I got no problem, man! I'm just - oh." Surprise replaces
fear, then gives way to cautious indignation, "Hey, man, it's you I'm
here to see, 'kay?"
Easy pulls him back upright without apparent effort, still using only
one hand: she doesn't holster the pistol, though she refrains from
aiming it at him.
"Glad you made it. So, you got something for me?"
"That depends on what you got for me, lady, finding this stuff out isn't
easy and it ain't cheap neither."
The Elf produces a credstick, holds it up, hands it to him wordlessly.
The Ork checks the balance on it, looks relieved.
"Okay. I don't know it all. But I heard the Legion blew into town
looking to see who wanted to hire what."
"The Legion?" Easy settles into the doorway, lights a cigarette.
"Mercs. Real heavy hitters, I hear. Muchos hardos manos. Like, these
guys, they are serious stone killers, they're-"
"I get the picture. What else?"
"Well, maybe they're just passing through. They work this area, you
know? Or maybe they heard there was someone hiring. Like, Kor and Quake
blowing each other away, and the fixer war, and maybe they figure where
there's war there's cred for a hard-core seek-and-destroy mob like the
Legion."
Easy pauses. "Okay. Stay in touch. I want everything you can get on
these guys. Names, faces, methods, records. I'll pay for that. You get
me?"
"Yeah, I get you."
"Find me that info. Don't get dead. And you'll get richer." Easy
holsters the pistol, walks away towards the streetlit end of the alley.
+++++end trideo
This Legion crew sound like bad news. Maybe we should consider buying
them off. Or maybe we should bring in some help of our own, just in
case. I assume folding our tents and leaving isn't an option until we
get a better fix on Colleen?]<<<<<
-- Easy <22:32:25/03-03-58>
