From: rowanf@crc.ricoh.com (Rowan Fairgrove)
Newsgroups: alt.callahans
Subject: Re: Danger Rm Run
Date: 30 Dec 92 18:53:35 GMT
Reply-To: rowanf@crc.ricoh.com (Rowan Fairgrove)
Organization: RICOH California Research Center


 Arcing around the winding mountain roads, feeling the tingling
roar of the hog between her thighs, it was hard not to give in to
the bliss of the ride.  Cold winds with only a hint of urban
effluvia sent tendrils blowing under her helmet forming a contrast
to the warmth of the leathers and the straddled engine.  

Tinker lets the Zen of the ride enfold her but extends out her
awareness of the landscape so that no trap can catch her unaware.
Across the fold of the mountain she sees a tell-tale flash of silver.
Someone is posted in the switchback with a vantage point over the
next turn of the road.  She activates the contact in her helmet that
will give her infrared vision in the bottom level of the visor.  Shifting
her gaze she sees only the heat signature of a single human.  Flicking
back to normal vision she evaluates the scramble potential of the 
hillside.  Yes, the hog can handle it.  

As she glides into the hairpin turn that would carry her into range
of the watcher, she leans the bike and hotdogs over the shoulder
and comes down across the scrublands neatly turning the tables
on the man crouching behind a small blind.  

Ohayo gozaimasu.  Tinker ironically greeted the man over the roar of
her machine.  He took in her position, cross-bow to the ready and
scrambled up with empty hands outstretched.  She stared at his 
subservient posture and exclaimed, I do not have time to
engage in odawara-hyojo (fruitless debate) with you.  What is
your purpose on this hillside!  

Honorable Tinker, please understand that this is but a wager on
the part of Courier Watenabe-san and Samurai Crane-san.  I am an aide
assigned to Crane-san.  I was to hide myself and attempt to shoot
you with a tag dart so that they could follow your progress through
the City.   A confederate placed the tag on your machine eariler but 
you successfully removed it in your pre-ride preparations.  I do not
know their plans beyond my humble part in them.  

Tinker's eyes blazed at the names of her favorite drinking buddies.
A trick like that could get her killed if the tag was at a common 
frequency.  Crane's un-named aide grovelled a little more at her
stern expression.  She reached into a pocket of her jacket and 
pulled out a set of police bonders.  

Hold out your hands, useless one.  As he obeyed, she slipped the
bonders on snuggly and snapped the closure.  You may hide in
your blind until your master comes for you or you may try to
walk back to MegaChukan Center and take your chances with others
on the road.  It matters not to me.  

She took the tag dart and looked at it.  A smile played about her
lips.  She placed it in an inner pocket.  The next vehicle she passed
would find itself the unwitting host of this small rider.  Let Crane
and Watenabe chase after that!

She swung the bike back toward the road and continued on her way.

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Gypsy (Tinker)

Rowan Fairgrove

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