| From: | Mike Goldberg <michael.goldberg@*******.COM> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Let the games begin... |
| Date: | Mon, 17 Nov 1997 10:56:23 MST |
>>>>>[ She was yours! You could have killed her when she was
searching for your "trail!" She would have never seen you coming!
]<<<<<
-- Famine <17:31:42/17-NOV-58>
***** Internal: Famine, Death, Pestilence
>>>>>[ It was worth leaving her among the breathing to see the look
on her face as she realized that my trail was a complete fake. She
knew she was a dead woman and that I let her go this time. I think
she was already fearful that apart from two motorcycle skids, I
survived her hog's miniguns just fine. Oh, sure, I need to replace
my duster and repair my bike, but still...
Her fear means I have already won the next confrontation, because I
don't intend to let her have the advantage over me again. Her
survival was her warning shot -- next time we meet, she will be dead,
and I'll have a new toy bike. ]<<<<<
-- War <17:32:40/17-NOV-58>
***** Internal: War, Famine, Pestilence
>>>>>[ We move in pairs now. If you see the rigger, neutralize her.
If you see more people looking for us, then report in before moving.
If they want to play with us, we will show them what it means to play
with Death.
Here are your new orders: Instead of observing the camp, we are going
to move again. We will prepare our counter-strike there.
For the record, I suspect we have at least one other group hunting
us, and they are aware of War's tendency to visit Churches. Our only
churches visits from here on out until things calm down is to lure
the enemy into attacking us. Since they are after War, we shall use
him as the bait. ]<<<<<
-- Death <17:36:07/17-NOV-58>
