From:	"Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:	Failure
Date:	Mon, 24 Nov 1997 23:49:08 +0000

*****INTERNAL: Telecom Log
>>>>>[+++++begin transcript (conference call)

U1: Unidentified Male Voice
LB: Luigi Bartolo
UJ: "Uncle Joe"


U1: Well, Mr Snappy Suit's hired assassins - least I guess they were his
- missed. The Boss is still breathing. They killed that big weird
Elf, but the Turk and the Boss are still fine.

LB: Why am I not surprised?

UJ: It should have worked... but she's lucky. I bet you she says that
too.

LB: <chuckle> I admit I'm glad. I like the bitch, you know?

UJ: Looking in the mirror, Luigi?

LB: May be. But she's got style, and luck. You know, I was thinking.

UJ: Bad habit. <laughs>

LB: Yeah... well, Mr Uptown just declared war. His own Pearl Harbour.

UJ: You thinking what I'm thinking?

LB: Kim's way too tough right now. He's pushing on _my_ turf, and not
only that, he's all but _winning!_ Some sonofabitch is backing him
big-time. Weapons, money, maybe some soldiers. Bad news. I don't
need a war with Easy. Didn't want it before, can't cope with it now.

UJ: Mr Uptown's no longer useful. We've been paid. Walk away?

LB: I was thinking we could offer some help.

UJ: Leave me out of that. You want to risk it, go for it. You're
thinking, you help her take Mr Uptown, she helps you with Kim?

LB: Yeah. I'd go for that deal...

U1: Make it good enough and so would the Boss.

UJ: Okay, just leave me out of it.

LB: No problemo. I'm not rushing into this anyway.
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-- Luigi Bartolo <23:48:42/11-24-58>