| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Negotiations |
| Date: | Mon, 3 Nov 1997 18:20:48 +0000 |
>>>>>[I think we can let Luigi onto the inside. He's smart, and knows
where his instincts lie.
+++++begin transcript
J: "Uncle Joe"
K: Kim Chun Pak
B: Luigi Bartolo
U1: Unknown 1
U2: Unknown 2
J: So, the hour approaches. Still up for the hundred footsoldiers?
K: There's been a problem -
J: _Your_ problem. I need a hundred armed gangers on the night. If you
can't get them you're gone. Comprende?
K: The manpower's fine. Weapons are a cast-iron bitch. I can't get
enough to -
J: Your problem, not mine.
K: I lost an entire shipment! Four crates of brand-new 227s, enough for
half the force, just vanished between Everett and here!
J: Hear that? That faint little noise? That's the world's smallest
violin playing a sad tune of sympathy. You think I give a damn that
you can't secure your arms shipments properly? I don't suppose you
checked around to see who's suddenly knee-deep in new HK227s?
Talk to Hiroshi, in Auburn. The Crimson Hawks have a pretty good
stockpile. Bring cash, he charges steeply for crisis orders from
fuckups like you.
K: But how am I meant to pay for-
B: I'll front them for you. Ten per cent interest. Weekly.
<pause>
K: Bastard.
B: You're over a barrel with your pants down, is it any surprise you're
getting screwed?
K: _You_ handle the deal. And _you_ secure them. And I owe you _nothing_
until they're delivered to my men in Tarislar.
B: <Yawn> No problem, Kim, some of us do this for a living.
+++++exclude Kim Chun Pak
J: He gets funnier. How ready are you?
B: For the hit? Everything's planned, I've got what I need, we're ready
to roll.
J: Snitch, you think they're paranoid enough?
U1: Not exactly paranoid, but everyone's pretty hyped and tense. They're
expecting a hit on the club, soon. Pleased with themselves for
snatching that gun run, though. They got good money for fencing it to
the Hawks.
J: So, no advantage of surprise <chuckles> Better and better. If we go
with the plan we gave you, what chance do we have of succeeding?
U1: Almost none. The place is a pretty fair fortress, and the people
they've got defending it... you've got Serenity's muscle on it, plus
that raghead Mani - he's _scary_, the way he looks at you sometimes -
this undersize hyperactive merc-girl with a machinegun she calls
George, some unspeaking silent-death merchant that might be from the
Tir, a runner called Griffyn that even I'd heard of... Then there's
the boss herself.
I'd say "forget it" on what you showed me. You'll just shoot up the
street and get a lot of your bozos killed. Hitting this club would
need a military force, antitank rockets, armoured vehicles... except
that might wake Rusanov's maniacs up and then you'd be screwed.
Especially now more of them are drinking here. Armed.
J: Armed how?
U1: Discreet. Sidearms, looks like, or maybe baby SMGs. Could be
MP-5TXes or something like that. Bad news, these guys can handle
themselves. Hit the club and they'll come out shooting. Maybe you
could get a Banshee or something-
J: Okay. We'll revise the plan accordingly, never fear. Thanks, Snitch.
+++++exclude Unknown-1
B: Useful guy. But dumb.
J: Yeah.
B: How hard are we going to hit Easy? Realistically?
J: Exactly hard enough to fulfil our side of the deal. No more. And, I
hate to say it, she's not a target.
B: Didn't think so. I could probably have taken her out already if that
was all that was necessary. And with your guys -
J: Don't believe everything the Neo-Anarchists publish.
B: Maybe, maybe not.
J: If she gets killed, too bad. She probably won't. We've got a job to
do.
+++++call request: new caller added
U2: My apologies for the lateness.
J: No problem, you only missed Kim embarrasing himself.
U2: How surprising. I merely wished to report that my employer has made
all ready. The goals we were set will be achieved with the press of a
button.
B: Part of our goals. Some people have to go in harm's way to achieve
the rest.
U2: You, perhaps? Which perhaps says something about our relative
intelligence.
J: Luigi, be cool. As for you, dickhead, one more wisecrack like that
and I blow your end of the op to Easy, together with your name and
address. Capice?
U2: You would not dare -
J: You want to break up a working team because you can't resist needling
Luigi, go ahead. You blew the operation, but hey, you got a chuckle
out of it. I'm already going to send your boss the transcript of this
little affair to show him what idiots he's hired and how incompetent
they make him look.
U2: Very well. I apologise. But I restate, all is ready. Are the plans
satisfactory?
J: Usable. Are you sure your end is laid right?
U2: It will succeed. My master guarantees it.
+++++Unknown 2 has broken conneection
B: I'm gonna kill that sonofabitch.
J: Just keep your head down. Remember, Easy or her friends may still
Pearl Harbour you.
B: Yeah. We've kept as low a profile on this as we can, we're a possible
rather than an actual threat. She shouldn't hit us without cause...
we hope. We're prepped anyway.
J: Good. And watch our uptown friend. He's not in this to help our
interests.
B: That, I knew. You - or your boss - is Georgian, which to some
Japanese still means Russian. I'm Elven and Sicilian. Kim's Korean.
We're all scum to him. He'll kick us loose first chance he gets.
J: Yeah. Come over and discuss it. Time you met the boss in person.
B: Should I be flattered or fearful?
J: Both.
+++++end call]<<<<<
-- Uncle Joe <18:20:35/11-03-58>
