| From: | Jaimie Nicholson <jaimie.nicholson@********.OTAGO.AC.NZ> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Re: Enquiry |
| Date: | Thu, 27 Nov 1997 10:54:12 +1300 |
>>>>>[I presume the mutual friend is Ice? If so, he'll know how to decrypt
this (as, no doubt, will you and most other deckers, the encryption is
amateur at best. But if said friend is not Ice, then you probably don't
want to know the info here, so it'd be a waste of time cracking it).
+++++Include file howitwnt.enc
[How'd it go? If I said "perfectly", I'd be lying. We entered the building
okay, at about 0200 I guess. Marlowe and I were on the ground, Michael in
astral support. Marlowe did the elctronics on the door and lift systems,
and we got to the target floor without any trouble. In his scouting,
Michael had spotted that the stuff was stashed in a hidden room which used
to be a spare bedroom berfore the door was covered over, but he wasn't sure
where the door was, nor how to open it from the outside. So we waited, and
he eventually spotted the door, popping up visible to show us where it was.
Neither Marlowe nor I couold see how to open it even when we knew where it
was, and time was passing, so I asked Michael to have a spirit push it open
from the inside, so that's what he did. I hear this weird creaking and
cracking and the wall opens up, and standing there is this titanic marble
statue of a woman the size of a troll. Earth elemental, I guess. Then
Michael's shout of "get back" gave me a tiny fraction of a second to move
before a pop-up LMG spayed about fifty flechette rounds around the room,
three or four of which tore into my chest as I fell back and around, a
couple more of which tore chunks out of my left arm. Luckily I wear armour,
lot's of it, so I lived, and I had my medkit on hand for some swift
treatment. Marlowe looked a bit surprised (whether at my survival or at the
LMG I don't know), I felt a little distraught, I don't know what Michael
thought. Strangely enough, there was no noise from the weapon. Michael told
me later there was a low radius silence spell locked at the firing
mechanism. Anyway, I sat down and had a rest while Marlowe and Michael
figured a way to spoof the weapon's fire control system. In the end they
forgot the subtle approach, and Michael decided to have another earth
elemental cover it up and bash it to bits. He called it "engulfing" like
there's a technical term for it. You mages, I don't know... anyway, the LMG
was disabled (and I gave what was left a pretty solid kick on the way past)
so we cautiously moved inside, through a little fire corridor, to the
storehouse, wherein we found the stash. The two earth elementals assumed
the role of pack mules, and we started loading them up with as much as we
could. Then Michael appears again, telling us that there are five security
guards on the way up in the elevator. I look at my multiple bullet wounds
and think "fighting would be hard right now", Marlowe says something about
leading them off, and I lead the elementals into the emergency fire
stairwell, which was a mistake with hindsight, the fragging fire alarms
went off when I opened the door. Everyone looks at me as if to say "good
one, Ronin, now look what you've done", which was fully deserved, but I
wasn't thinking too clearly with all the blood I'd lost. So Marlowe, the
pack-mule elementals, and I start to run like hell down the stairs, and
even wounded like I was, with wires on I can move pretty damn fast down
stairs. Luckily I avoided falling over, and we got to the ground before
anyone else in the building had even gotten out of bed. Unfortunately the
van was in the basement parking area, so we had to bust our way through a
gate to get to it, and then drive off, but Michael's elementals were
covering our escape and leading the security guards a merry chase through
the building. We drove off quietly, and in the confusion, I don't think any
of the guards even saw us leave.]
What the hell is Ice up to, anyway? I presume you've seen him, or at least
talked to him.]<<<<<
-- Ronin <14:50:48/11-26-58>
