From: friedman@news.cis.ohio-state.edu (Mark  Friedman, Crimson)
Subject: Three of a Perfect Pair [part 05/21]
Organization: The Ohio State University Department of Computer and Information Science
Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1992 11:54:51 GMT

	Howler had entered the secret entrance before Freddy got
there.  He nodded to the bartender and waited a bit, trying not to
appear too anxious.  The panel slid open and he stepped inside.  He
received a few sideways glances from the runners and wondered how much
his little tirade had affected his "standing" in the group.  Somehow,
he didn't seem to care very much, though.

	Everybody was still there listening in the dim light as Mrs.
Travis continued to present information on the proposed run.  She
glared over in Crimson's direction and proceeded to tell what she
knew: "He lives in a house in Bellevue.  More specifically, in Yarrow
Point.  The security there is OK, but not the best.  I don't really
know much about the security systems..."

	Freddy wondered about their maritial situation.  "Didn't they
*live* together?  Shouldn't she *know* this stuff?"  He was starting
to smell something and it sure did stink.  He listened some more:

	"...he's always worried about that, but I do know that it's
run by Knight Errant security."  She paused for effect.

	Crimson smirked.  He thought to himself, "So, I'm gonna get to
play with Ares Macrotechnology?  Hey, maybe this won't be as boring as
I thought."  He sat down on the floor and folded his arms over his
knees.  The old woman continued:

	"I saw the biker bitch myself once. He claimed she was a long
lost cousin.  Like I believed that!  Anyway, I noticed a tatto on her
arm and checked it out.  Found out it's from some gang calling
themselves the Trog Crushers in Auburn..."

	Freddy wasn't up on his street knowledge, since he came from
the corporate world, but the Trog Crushers sure sounded like a group
of Kluxers to him.  Too bad he probably wouldn't get a chance to meet
with some of those guys.  "Lucky for the Crushers, though..."  He
wondered about the racial biases of the others in the group.  He'd
probably find out soon with both an elf and a dwarf in their midst.

	Mrs. Travis came to the end of the outrageous tapestry she was
weaving.  "So, if there are no more questions, I'll just let you boys
get to work..."  Crimson decided if he was going to puke tonight, it
would be on her shoes ("Bitch.").

	Freddy stood and asked the entire group, "Hey, can we do this
either really fast tonight or maybe tomorrow?  I got a gig later,
dammit."  Everyone ignored him, of course...

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Everything presented   here is Copyright by  Mark  Friedman  1991, all
rights reserved.  Well, that's  not entirely true!   Basic  story plot
and Matrix help was by Jerry Weiler, but he won't mind: I'm giving him
all the profits from the venture. Let's see, what's 100% of $0.00? :-)

Any questions, comments, requests, criticisms, and Chapman Sticks will
be accepted and appreciated at the address in the sig.

					- Mark "Crimson" Friedman

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