| From: | Michael Broadwater <mbroadwa@*******.GLENAYRE.COM> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | reaquantince |
| Date: | Tue, 18 Nov 1997 14:48:14 -0600 |
>>>>>[Things didn't go as I had hoped. Still, I guess I should be glad he
showed at all.
+++++begin video recording
The recorded view is the interior of a brightly lit pizzeria. From the
angle, it's being taken by someone's cyber eye. You can see out the front
of the establishment's windows, and it looks to be a normal, cold, cloudy
winter day in Seattle.
The lunchtime crowd is winding down, and the restaurant looks only about
half full. The video is locked onto the front door, though, watching for
someone.
As a young couple leaves, heading back to work, a man enters. Tall, with
black hair, his trench coat drips water from the cold drizzle that has been
going off and on all morning. The view focuses a little harder on the new
arrival, as he looks back at the camera man. Nonchalantly, he walks by,
and up to the serving/ordering counter.
"Hey, what can I do for you today my friend Blade?" a heavily accented
Italian voice, the owner.
"The usual, please, Luca. How's business?"
"Oh, doin' pretty good. Take a seat, I'll have one of the girls bring your
food out when it's ready."
The camera has caught most of this exchange, though only partly, as the
person filming tries not to be too obvious in watching. The view swings
back around front, though, as the man walks over to the booth and takes a
seat.
The man nods by way of greeting. "Havoc. Apathy."
The camera man, apparently the one known as "Havoc" speaks. "Blade. We
need..."
Blade cuts the man off. "Not yet. I don't know you're who you say you are
yet. You look like you, but I'm not a mage, so I can't tell. You've get
one question, one chance. What are my parent's names?"
A woman's voice, Apathy's, delicate and clear as crystal, speaks. "Your
mother was a test tube, your father was a knife. Cut the drek, Matt."
Blade chuckles. "What are you guys worried about? Afraid their going to
sic a team of Dog's on you? Hmmm? Is that it? But, the Company is so
nice to everyone. They love you all."
"That's drek, Blade, and you know it. That's why we left. And now we have
to deal with that." Havoc's voice, angry.
Blade looks daggers at Havoc. "Of course I know that. They play all
pretty for the public eye, and break all the rules when no one watches.
Did you take anything with you when you left? Anything that would cost
them big if it got proven or sold to a competitor? If you didn't, then you
should be ok. They'll only hunt you down if it's worth their while. If it
makes 'economic sense'. Otherwise, you're in the clear. For the most part."
"So what, exactly, do you want from me? I can guess. But I want to hear
it from you."
Havoc looks over at Apathy, who is as good looking as her voice suggested,
then turns back. "We've got cred. We need a place to whole up for a
while. Till things calm down a little."
Apathy continues "And we'll need equipment. We didn't get out with much.
Mainly just the deck Havoc uses on op's."
Blade pulls out a pen, and grabs a napkin. He speaks as he writes. "Give
this guy a call. He can set you up with whatever you need for now. Tell
him I sent you. I'll find out where you guys are and contact you in a
couple days. Stay low. Watch the boards."
Blade finishes speaking as the food comes.
"You two owe me. I may need to collect on that in the next few days. Now,
shut up about business. Relax."
+++++end video recording.
Hopefully, whatever it is that he needs won't get us all killed.]<<<<<
-- Havoc <12:42:37/11-18-58>
