From: wolfone@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Patrick Chester)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Re: Lupine Character Types
Keywords: Wolf
Date: 19 Nov 92 23:46:16 GMT
Organization: The University of Texas at Austin, Austin TX

In article <1992Nov13.231607.2153@data-io.com> li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus) writes:
]In article <1drjkcINNdb5@gap.caltech.edu> palmer@cco.caltech.edu (David M. Palmer) writes:
]>The door swings open: "Stand and Deliver!"
]>
]>"Not on your..." says the new red-bordered hole in the wall.
]>
]>"Let that be a lesson to you all," Dennis Moore said, "I've got two bazookas
]>here, I know one of them isn't loaded but the other one is, so that's one
]>of you dead for sure, well just about for sure, I haven't had much practice
]>recently..."
]
]And in the back of the room three men blink at the red-bordered hole in
]the wall.  One is an obvious samuri-type in white robe and sandles and the
]two laquered sword sheaths, complete with katana and wakazashi, hang at his
]side.  The other slouches pretty much on his neck and a hat covers the top
]half of his face while a beard covers the lower part.  He is, however, in
]a very nice very dark pinstripe suit that still manages to look as if it
]slouches with him.  The third...
]
]>"What do you want?" asked a woman.
]>
]>"Give me every Lupine you've got."
]>
]>"We haven't got any Lupines."
]>"Honestly."
]
]The third, in the black shirt, yellow jacket, and dark pants, starts 
]looking around the bar with bright eyes and a grin and watches with most
]interested and wide eyes as Moore rounds up the usual suspects of
]Lupinism.

A patron at a nearby table starts in recognition and keys his communit.....

"He's at the Chatsubo," he whispers to the voice in his earpiece.

]
]>"Look," I happen to know this is the Chatsubo, where lone wolves hang out,
]>you there, what's your name?"
]>
]>"Running Wolf" admitted the Native American/Indigenous Person/red injun.
]>
]>"O.K. come with me,"  Moore said, "anybody else."
]>
]>A gangly creature stood up in a red-illumniated corner of the room
]>and twiddled his voder with the eighth and twelfth tendrils of his
]>trunk, "I'm from a planet around Wolf 359, does that count?"
]>
]>"Good enough, come on.  And you in the wool, you're not fooling
]>anybody.  You too 'Grandma', those big teeth are a dead giveaway.
]>How about you sir?  Are you a lone wolf?"
]>
]>"Close, I'm a lone shark."
]
]As Moore slowly gathers the others the samuri type pretty much remains
]where he is.  The slouching one get up real slow and easy like, keeping his
]hands well in evidence and moves toward the bar.   The smiling one starts
]towards the backdoor.

A faint siren sounds in the distance, unnoticed by all except the listener..

]
]>"Doesn't count, I guess that's everybody now.  I'll be back for the Foxes
]>on Friday night."
]
]The smiling one laughs in a burst of mirth after Moore exits the door. 
]Though, admittedly, not only does this particular wolf already have a pack 
]of his own, but he doesn't fit any of the stereotypes for a 'lone wolf'.
]His two friends close behind him, each covering a different direction, 
]and the three walk out the back door, climb into their Mini and take off 
]in a cloud of exhaust.

The door to the Chats swings open as an entire platoon of Tokyo Riot Police
tramp in led by an Interpol Inspector holding a pair of handcuffs.

"WHERE IS HE!!" He cries out, glancing about the room rapidly.

The patron who called in the sighting merely points towards the back door.

"Thanks," says the Inspector. "FOLLOW ME!! WE MUST CAPTURE LUPIN!! CHASE HIM
TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!!" He screams as the entire mass of police barrel on
through the Chats and out the backdoor. A bewildered Chats clientele shrugs
collectively and returns to their business.

]
]-----
]
]all right... maybe Lupin III doesn't drive a Mini, but it *looks* like one.
]Grin.  Sigh... still dreaming after watching "Castle Cagliostro"...

The patron shrugs. "S'okay, I like the film too. That's why I called Inspector
Zenigata. Life is too boring for Lupin without Zenigata trying to capture him."
He smiles.

A lone figure in a stealthsuit drops from a ceiling panel and looks around.

"Moore gone, yet?" he asks the patron.

"Sure Kevin. But you don't count as a Lone Wolf either. You have your team."

"But I haven't met one yet. Why don't you write a new chapter soon?"

The patron pulls out a huge wooden mallet and slams it down on Kevin's head,
driving him into a convieniently located chair near the table. Kevin shudders
and loses consciousness. The patron throws the shattered remains of the mallet
away and shrugs.

"I WILL GET IT DONE SOON!!" he cries out. The patron's facial features seem
to have increased in volume as he began shouting. The shrink to normal as
he calms down and looks regretfully at Kevin. "Uh, you'd better rest for now."

He pulls out a small keyboard and places it on the table. A holographic
screen materializes before his face as he sits down at the keyboard.

"Need to switch to decaf," he mutters.

]
]Phyllis L. Rostykus


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