From:	Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE>
Subject:	Re: The Attack
Date:	Thu, 13 Nov 1997 19:40:46 +0000

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Hey, jau gau Kim.

I telled you about Reputation before, did I not?

Ding-didel-ding, 'ne Kugel er fing.

+++++Begin Download: Bullet01.mov
The low-rez image slowly moves along a dirty road that looks like a war
zone, trash and rubbish scattered and a few burned-out cars along the
dusty road.

Very dusty, to be exact, if this image is from Seattle, you'd suspect
southern Tarislar, and the dust vulcanic ashes from Mt. Rainier's 2017
eruption.

The camera sweep ends when reaching three people at a street corner.
One of them is an Asian, Chinese or Korean probably, the others are
Caucasians. All are clad in synthleather jackets and jeans, but while
the asian's clothes are in fairly good condition, the Caucasians look
like street punks, probably gang affiliated.

The seem to be discussing something, then one of the Caucasians gets
out some money - real money, dirty UCAS dollar bills - and hands them
to the Asian.

Suddenly crosshairs appear in the image, centered on the Asian's
forehead. The letters appearing simultaneously in the pic's corners
read "Dist: 384.7m", "Delta-M: -0.02m/s", "Mun: 05" and,
blinking,
"Ready!". Just as the Asian gets out a chipholder containing 3 or four
chips, there is a slight movement in the camera image, then he is hit
by something directly in the hairline, and red and grey matter sprays
from the base of his head. The image seems to be frozen for a moment,
then, as the Asian corpse drops, one of the Caucasians grabs the
chipholder, while the other retrieves most of the dollar bills, and
both run down the street.

The image dissolves.
+++++End Download: Bullet01.mov

But a look an' a word an' the dreams they stirred
They 'ave stolen my 'eart awye!

+++++Begin Download: Bullet02.mov
Tarislar by night. Two-leged predators roam the street, everybody
visible packs a firearm or is obviously too poor to be a potential
target for assault. Joyboys and -girls try to sell their duties.

Suddenly a red Honda-GM 3220 ZX-Turbo pulls to a stop, and after a
moment, a huge ork gets out on the driver's side, displaying an
oversized SMG. A few seconds later, an Asian man leaves the car on the
passenger's side. Whores of both genders move toward and start handing
him money when they arrive, forming a line.

The man exchanges a few words with each of the people. Suddenly he
grabs a fewale whore and starts beating her - professionally, you
notice, on places where it will leave no traces, and yells at her,
waving a bundle of bills in her face.

This time, the smartlink readout appearing show a range of just 46.7
meters, and a load of four high explosive rounds. Together with the
"Ready"-tag, there are two lines announcing: "Low Light" and
"Silencer:
98%". Then, the Ammo counter drops to three, and the Asian by the car
looks at his breast surprised - as do you, since a red entry wound
suddenly is visible there. Half a second later, when the ork starts
shooting at bypassers randomly, the upper torso of the Asian explodes
inside-out, his rib-cage bursting open, spraying tissue and blood over
the waiting meat-for-hire. When the ork bodyguard is cut down by
response fire from the pedestrians, the image freezes, then blackens.
+++++End Download: Bullet02.mov

To serve and to protect...

+++++Begin Download: Bullet03.mov
The image scans the front of a small store. Through the supposedly-
bullet-proof window an old oriental man, in his sixties as you assume,
is having a talk with a Korean or Chinese man. The image moves
slightly downward, focusing on two cars parking in front of the store,
a battered Americar and, a few meters behind it, a new Westwind.

As the display you are already used to appears, indicating three live
rounds, the image magnifies (the display announces 200%) and you can
make out a metal box in the Americar. There's a red button on it.

The image returns to the store, which the Asian just leaves, pocketing
a credstick (as the image is still magnified, you can make out it's a
certified one). In the door, the Asian turns and mockingly waves back,
as the Westwind's passenger door swings open. The crosshairs quickly
move down and aim for the button in the Americar.

Again, the Ammo counter drops by one, and you even can make out the
button being pressed down as the window shatters. A heartbeat later, an
explosion shakes the street and the store's window shatter, as the
whole passenger's side of the car turns into shrapnels, leaving a torn
corpse that only just reminds one of a human being. In the shop, you
can see the old man, carefully peering over the counter, a large,
gaping wound on his forehead.

The image turns black.
+++++End Download: Bullet03.mov

So, where's your reputation now, Kim? And I still got two rounds
left...

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