| From: | Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Embarassing situation |
| Date: | Tue, 18 Nov 1997 10:37:57 +1100 |
>>>>>[Our confrontation with Ice revealed some interesting facts. As your
reinforcements suggested, we caught him at a time when he was... occupied.
This footage comes from his own cyber-camera, the file is included complete
and unedited. I administered the truth spell before we started asking
questions, and it appeared to work.
+++++Begin footage
A small room occupied by a single-size bed to which Ice appears to be
handcuffed at wrists and ankles. He is also wrapped in what looks like the
paper one would apply to a birthday present. A single candle stands in the
middle of his chest, attached to the paper by molten wax, it has been lit.
A door opens somewhere out of the field of view, and Ice turns his head to
the left as far as he can. The paper prevents him from seeing the door, but
he can see the woman who has come through it. Wearing a suit, she is
Japanese, of about average height with a slim build.
"What?" she asks, words apparently failing her, "How..."
"With great difficulty," Ice replies, then starts to sing the Happy
Birthday song.
Before he can get to the third line of said song, the door slams open and a
third person enters the room, rushing up to the woman and holding an H&K
SMG to her head. He is dressed in bikers leathers, and his movements have
none of the jerky quality associated with wired reflexes.
"Don't bother going astral," he snaps out to Ice, "You make a move up
there, and my backup will squash you flat."
The woman holds still, looking at Ice, who also remains still.
"What do you want," Ice asks, his voice remaining steady.
"To ask some questions," the man with the SMG replies, "Starting with your
real name, and place and time of birth."
"Neil Morris," Ice replies with a moment's hesitation, "Born in New
Zealand, 2015."
Some sort of humanoid fire spirit manifests in the opposite corner of the
room, looking around with apparent interest.
"Is this... normal behaviour among you humans?" it asks, pointing at the
handcuffs and wrapping paper.
"No," Ice mutters, "I suppose it's not. But I doubt you needed an SMG and
astral support to discover that," his voice seems to be getting a little
less steady, "So how about you ask your damn questions and then get the
fuck out of here?"
"Try to relax," the spirit suggests, "Does the name Tyrmalaine SoVor mean
anything to you."
"Nothing whatsoever," Ice snaps.
"He's an elf who looks exactly like you," the gunman says, "We last saw him
in Seattle, and he is the only person we know of who uses Terensodai Setra,
which you have done on a number of occasions. The conclusion that you and
he are one and the same is a hard one to avoid, wouldn't you agree?"
"Umm..." says Ice, "Coincedence? I learnt the ritual from an elf, that's
true, but he didn't look like me, nor was his name... Tyrmalaine was it?
Whatever, that wasn't it."
"What was his name," asks the spirit.
"Aaron Thomas," Ice replies, "Doctor of Thaumaturgy, from Tir
Tairngire."
The spirit and the gunman exchange glances, then the spirit approaches the
woman, a blade manifesting in its hand, which it holds to her throat. The
gunman backs away from her, approaching Ice.
"You recording?" he asks.
Ice nods.
"Give us the chip."
The camera shuts down.
+++++End footage
It would appear that Ice has been placed as a decoy. He claimed to know
nothing else, so we pulled out. I'll continue to watch him in case SoVor
contacts him again.]<<<<<
-- 2K <14:21:27/11-17-58>
