From: friedman@news.cis.ohio-state.edu (Mark  Friedman, Crimson)
Subject: 21st Century Schizoid Man [part 11/19]
Organization: The Ohio State University Department of Computer and Information Science
Date: Sun, 6 Sep 1992 11:27:15 GMT

	Law looked at Freddy and said, with just a twinge of sarcasm,
"But Klone-man, I thought you realized that the good guys always win?
You shouldn't play with the big boys unless you're ready to pay the
consequences..." Law smirked.

	Freddy clenched his teeth and growled, "Go FOAD..."

	Feeby didn't seem to be amused.  "Did you see about the
circuit breakers?"

	Law waved his hand and said, "Yeah, yeah...," then turned back
to Freddy, looking perplexed.  "Go fode?"

	"Yeah: Fuck Off And Die!"  He tried to sweep Law's legs.

	The sound of the AK-97 caused both Freddy and Law to freeze.
Feeby told Freddy to sit back down, which he did without hesitation
Turning to Law she asked, "Did you actually *see* the cameras come
back on?  If you didn't I suggest you go see to it..."

	Law started to squirm, then straightened up and smoothly said,
"Ah, of course I did.  But just to be on the safe side, I'll check
again..."  He hurried out of the room.

	"Idiot," Feeby said to the door after he left.  Turning back
to Freddy she said, "Now we wait for him to get back. I'm sure he has
a lot to ask you."

	After five minutes of waiting for Law to come back, a dull
booming sound came from outside the door.  Feeby looked over and
scowled.  Standing up, she walked over to the door, still keeping
Freddy covered with the AK-97.  He made no move to stop her, still
nursing his broken shoulder.  Stopping near the door, she told him,
"Stay here."  Freddy nodded rather vigorously as the barrel of the
AK-97 came too close to pointing at him for comfort...

	Feeby turned toward the door and slowly started to open it.
As soon as the gun barrel cleared the door, a large green-tinged hand
reached out and ripped the gun rather violently from her hands.  Then
the door slammed open, catching Feeby and throwing her back onto her
desk.  Feeby and Freddy looked over the see Law walk in, followed by a
very warped, greenish humanoid figure.  Slightly larger than an
average troll, he had to stoop down to get inside the door.  Looking
closer, Freddy saw that the over-grown ogre looked very much like
Robert Travis: the RAT himself!

	Law walked up to Feeby and said, "I think you know Mr. Travis.
Except that he's under my control now.  So you do exactly as I say,
and I won't have him rip your arms off."

	Feeby looked seethingly up at him, "What do you want?"

	Law smiled coyly.  "Very good.  Now," he ticked the items off
on his fingers, "One: I want the plans to the NightRaven Stealth Jet."

	She chuckled. "I bet you do."

	He continued, unperturbed. "Two: I want 10 million nuyen."

	Feeby's eyebrows shot up.  "Is that *all*?  *Only* 10
million?"  she giggled nervously.

	He turned to Freddy, "Third: I want all the money you stole."

	Freddy stared solidy Law and slowly muttered, "Piss... off...
wanker!"

	Law started as if he had been slapped.  He turned to the
mutated Travis and said, "Give me the gun."

	Travis didn't move.  Law started moving toward Travis, but
with lightning speed Travis picked him up by the front of his shirt
and threw him out the window, shattering the pane into a million
pieces.

	Freddy pitifully whimpered, "Sheesh!"

	The Travis monstrosity started lumbering towards Feeby.  She
looked deperately at Freddy. "I think I need a replacement computer
tech.  You seemed to stay ahead of Law pretty well.  What would you
say?"

	Freddy answered, "Hell, why not: when can I start?".  He
braced his broken shoulder and wondered if he could gather enough
strength to make a mad dash past both Feeby and Travis and out the
open door...

	She yelled: "NOW!  Just stop this freak from killing me!!!"

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Comprehensive scripting and color commentary here is Copyright by Mark
Friedman 1992, all rights reserved.  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?  :-) Also, basic
Shadowrun backdrops are in extensive use, so them FASA dudes might get
a small cut as well...

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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