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Started by Carl Fogelin
Fri, 22 Jan 1993 21:56
[F&P] Re-group, assess damage
Author: Carl Fogelin
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 21:56
Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1993 21:56
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ADMIN: Following the new naming conventions, the "Flaw and Paw" thread will now be identified by [F&P]. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- >"Shit! Shit! SHIT!!! Too far away." What to do, what to do... Hmmm... >SQAWK! "Fleeter, this is Milkyway. Grab your scooter and follow them." > >SQAWK! "Reamer said not to do that!" > >SQAWK! "Just do it. My authority!" > >After a small pause, SQAWK! "Ok..." .. Milkyway feverantly hoped he wouldn't regret that order. Fleeter was right, Reamer said "no chasing", but everything had been going so well, then it fell apart. There wasn't much more he could do, except... SQAWK! "Flyboy, this is Milkyway. Request you track Fleeter's Go Bike." SQAWK! "Why?" 'Hmmm, what's an exageration...' SQAWK! "He sighted Boffin and is pursuing" SQAWK! "You sent him, huh? Shit! Ok, will do... his signal is on the edge of my area. Am engaging active pursuit." 'Damn, does everyone recognize my blunder?' mused Milkyway. Nothing I can do now but go down to the Digs and wait. Milkyway signalled the other two from the gang: Vetch and Geek, to keep the surveillance up on the Rest. Maybe they would come back. ----- >>The hover lifted, banked, and swerved into the afternoon traffic. >It was followed by a small racing Turbo-scooter. Fleeter tried not >to make it obvious that he was following the hovercraft, but he didn't >have experience tailing people. >"Goddam squid," Yellow growled, glancing at the rearview display. > >"All garbanzos and no brains," Blue agreed. "Lose 'im." It took Flyboy a few minutes to catch-up to the chase. He feared for Fleeter. The kid was real green. Besides, he trusted the other gang members to much. Sooner or later, that boy was going to learn a hard lesson. Looking below, Flyboy watched a chase that reminded him of some of those old B-movies. They zipped in and out of traffic, down side-streets, cross walkways... truly a marvel to watch. But the problem was Fleeter was suppose to be tailing, not chasing. "If he gets hurt" muttered Flyboy, "I'm going to slice Milkyway." >Yellow dived the hover into the Planetary Defense Tunnel. Traffic was >nearly solid in both directions. The scooter was following right >behind; a lorry was ahead. > Flyboy waited on the other side of the tunnel, hovering 50 feet up. Out shot the blue hovercar followed by another car... and another... and... Where was Fleeter?! Shit! What to do... resume pursuit of the car or look for Fleeter. Keeping his eye on the blue hovercar, Flyboy frantically tried to make up his mind. --- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl Fogelin (fogelinc@cyanamid.com) "All opinions are strictly mine" Up the long ladder and down the short rope, To Hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope. -- traditional
Re: [F&P,2] What the buzz...
Author: Carl Fogelin
Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 05:39
Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 05:39
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ADMIN: This is a sub-thread to the Flaw and Paw thread, ergo the Part 2 on the identifier. Hopefully, this sub-thread will disolve or change into its own thread in the near future. The attachment point was the Spacer from the original [F&P] that's going back to report. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 17... 18... 19... 20... and the elevator creaked to a halt. When the doors opened, the Spacer stepped out of the cage and onto the Lower Warren's platform. He was greeted by a dimly lit area (most of the lights were broken out) and the strong smell of refuse. Checking his person, he made sure any one could see his blaster. This was a rough neighborhood. He stepped off the platform and headed down a passage to the left. The Spacer's name was Warren "Hawk" DeBrois, and he had been stuck on Serendipity for the last 5 years. Initially he had tried getting off this rock, but his old captain had black-balled him. Just becaused he'd killed the old guy's son was no reason to ban him from the Space Merchants Guild. He had even appealed to the High Shipping Council... but all that was in the past. Now he was working freelance, doing whatever got food on the table, and making more money than he ever made when he was spacing, but... He rounded a corner and headed towards a set of "buildings" which were brightly lit. Raucaus laughing intermixed with shouting could be heard eminating from one particular "building"; Hawk headed towards its door. The sign above the entrance read "The Spitting Cobra". Pushing the door open, Hawk was greeted by loud, wild music, smoke, and noise of every type. Pushing his way through the rowdy crowd, he went to the bar and demanded a mug of Berger's Ale. The one-eyed behemoth behind the bar looked at him, shrugged, and got him his drink. Swigging the drink, he mused 'Now this is a bar'. Nothing like the Havens Rest, this is where the action is. Looking towards the center stage, it seemed that a Mud Dipper had challenged a Sailor boy. Hawk always loved to watch the fights. The betting was good too, but he figured he'd best report in first. Finishing his drink in one long chug, he put his mug down and pressed his way to the lavoratory. He climbed into the third stall on the left, sat down, started whistling "When a man loves a woman" and flushed the stall three times, in rapid succession. Suddenly, the whole toilet moved backwards 3 meters and Hawk hopped off into the Digs, The Rift Dreamers hangout. -------- Hawk always marvelled at the organization of this gang. Most gutter riff-raff hung out at someone's pad, controlled a territory, wore colors, and other such nonsense. But not this crowd. They had a real well hidden place, all sorts of electronics, and all sorts of resources. Rumor said they privately contracted with both the Tong and the Cartel. Whatever... he knew the money was good and they were fun to work with. "Yo Gazer" greeted Hawk, "Can you track down Reamer? I need to talk." "Well, if it isn't Mr. Hawk" Gazer replied impishly. Gazer had a crush on Hawk, but wasn't about to let him know it. "What makes you think Reamer would want to talk?" "Let's just say I've found his mark." Then, leaning over towards her, he said "I've got two tickets for the Vid Bangers concert. Suppose to be real good. Lots of VR, and free Blue Mist. You interested?" "Well, I don't know..." answered Gazer, although inside she was ecstatic. "Come on, babe..." "STOP hitting on my team, Hawk" interrupted Reamer. "Hi Reamer" said Hawk, as he casually stood up. "I think I got something you might be interested in hearing, about Boffin." he winked at Gazer, and followed Reamer towards the Dream center. ----------- "... so they're trying to blow up the Rift" concluded Hawk. "Actually" mused Reamer, "I bet they plan on extorting the galaxy with the threat of blowing up the Rift. Soooo, Boffin's that type of physicist. And you say he's built a device?" "That's what I heard, although it seems he was forced. Something about his daughter." "Yes. I had heard there was a kid involved. Well..., we can't let that happen." After a momentary pause, Reamer continued "So Hawk, thanks for the info. I'll arrange your normal payment" and noticing a strange look in Hawks eye "and add a 25% bonus if you keep quite on this for a couple of weeks. You can pick up your money from Gazer" smiled Reamer, "and Hawk? Go easy with her, will ya?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carl Fogelin (fogelinc@cyanamid.com) "All opinions are strictly mine" Up the long ladder and down the short rope, To Hell with King Billy and God bless the Pope. -- traditional
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