From: s892057@minyos.xx.rmit.OZ.AU (Neale Wolfson)
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: A wolf in time (part 2)
Date: 9 Jan 1993 12:04:34 GMT
Organization: RMIT Computer Centre
NNTP-Posting-Host: minyos.xx.rmit.oz.au
Summary: Story,  first attempt
Keywords: Story



            A Wolf in time.
           Chapter 2,  An Awakening.

     Copyright Neale Wolfson  1992.
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  Slowly waking,  you have a headache and notice you can't seem to open 
your eyes.  The bed you have been resting on seems to be so old that the
mattress consists only of springs, with no cover.  You try to move and get 
more comfortable,  only to find that you have been tied by both hands and 
feet to the bed.  With a great effort,  you manage to open your eyes. The
light,  at first blinding,  but you slowly adjust.  The room is dungy,  
walls dirty,  ceiling sagging while a single unprotected bulb seems to burn
into your skull.  

  Your ears tell you that your not alone in this room before your eyes,  

  "I'm worried about that raid,  we'd only been there half an hour and the
damn matrix police raided."

  "I know John,  but I wasn't even jacked in.  We managed to get out though
so lets just leave it as bad luck."

  "I don't believe in bad luck.  something or someone tipped the police off.
They couldn't have traced you as you weren't jacked in,  therefore why were
they raiding us.  An opposition raid I could understand,  but the police?
I also don't like our employer telling us to sit tight.  I'd rather be 
moving around even if it means lugging him around."

  "Yeah,  this job is getting weirder and weirder.  First of all they tell
us use military strength restraints,  the guys not even cybered!  Then there's
the security in that place,  toughest I've been through and damn dangerous as
well as illegal.  I'm starting to get as nervous as you are. Ahhh, he waking.
I don't know why your so valuable,  but your here now in the best of care."

  Now they've noticed your awake they both turn towards you.  The man is  
approximately 6 feet tall, 85kg and built like an outhouse.  A few scars
show where he's been in more than one fight but the clothes he's wearing
seem to have a touch of class and cost more than average.  The woman 
standing beside him seems dwarfed in comparison.  Six and a half feet she 
would seem your average person except for metal jacks in her skull and 
her arms.  She turns towards her partner and makes some form of signal,  then 
uses a phone which seems to have a TV attached.  When it is answered the
display shows a young man in some form of office.  He quickly speaks,

  "Their onto us,  if the subject has awoken knock him out and pack him away
somewhere,  We're shutting up shop before the Corp can hit us,  meet us at 
the safe house near the bar."

  As quickly as he says that,  the screen bursts into static and his voice 
says,

  "Use code sequence Beta.  I won't get there..."

  The phone is then cut off,  worry crosses the woman's face,  but quickly is
replaced by a forced smile

  " Sorry about this,  but back to bed you go."

  The last thing you notice is the sting from the knockout drug and the 
darkness.     

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   Ok then people,  all the normal things apply,  Copyright me, 1993,  this
may be distributed freely electronically only.  etc,etc,etc.

   Don't use the characters,  I'm still working on two or three possible 
directions,  any suggestions would be welcome,  constructive criticism as
well will be welcome,  flames will be ignored.

   Sorry for the delay,  the net was messing up on me,

   See ya later   The Wolf.
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