| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Export Model Harley |
| Date: | Tue, 4 Nov 1997 23:19:20 +0000 |
>>>>>[Oh, man.
I followed your info, dude. Guess what? I got my head stuck in a God-be-
damned meatgrinder thanks to it.
Your location? Cold, but not frosty. Not too hard asking around at an
old labour camp, especially not this place if you're a hardcore biker,
but nobody really knows much. Might have seen your guys, but they left,
don't know where they went. About all I could expect.
So I follow your direction, figuring, hey, they've got four days on me
and they don't know I'm coming. I end up in this nice little village.
This nice little village doesn't like strangers asking questions. This
nice little village is awfully well-armed and a little trigger-happy,
bro.
Either those dudes wandered into that 'hood and got snuffed, which
sounds kinda likely to me, or else it's _their_ 'hood and they just went
home, in which case no way can I get in without a couple of ammo
replens, or else you're skinny was one-eighty out and Wanderer and
Dragoneyes were nowhere near that Godforsaken place.
Either way, I had to crack some heads and pop some caps getting to my
bike and getting out, don't think I offed anyone though.
And I freaking _hate_ concentration camps.
You want me to carry this on, man, you need to get some better info on
where these guys are gonna be, Germany's a big place and I can't just go
round capping everyone who looks like a fuzzy trideo pic from God knows
when.
Later.]<<<<<
-- Harley <23:18:42/11-04-58>
