From: spktrdtktr@aol.com (SpktrDtktr)
Subject: another jolly homecoming (pt 1 of 2)
Date: 10 May 1994 21:17:02 -0400

>>>>>[Sorry- punchin thru AOL won't let full paste of this, s'not that
long...]<<<<<
  --  Spekter D'tekter  <timestamp.override/failure>

It's been a rough couple of weeks. She's returning to her flat, via the third
floor fire escape... pauses for a moment in the rain to look down into the
front window of Yoshi's Hot Bowl across the street. The windows are dripping
with steam, but the motion by the large flat black of the grill and fry pans is
frantic and rhythmic- definitely Yosh' workin up a fresh pile of stirfry.

"no shit..." to herself, "food"

Adjusts the nylon strap over her nearly bare shoulder, heavy impact and
fortunately waterproof case rocks against her hip. She looks down and appraises
the clothing that survived the job. Tank top, levis, shoulder holster, boots.
Looks up to the dirty, spilling sky. Shifts her stance, grimaces as water
squishes in a boot. Shakes her head, thumbs the concealed alarm release coder
and boosts the window open. Greasy water slicks the steel cage and ladder, her
fingers leave dirty dripping prints on the grimy glass. She slips thru the
window... hops onto the cut tire doormat inside. She turns to the view below
again, leans on the windowsill.

Watches the few junk transpo's on the street, couple of gangers smoking and
leaning in the doorway next to Yosh's, some guy in a kilt staggering out of the
alley across the way, wiping a dirk on his tartan. He's got scarlet dredlocks
and a manaical grin, spiral tattoos lace his chest. The gangers pull back into
their doorway to watch him. Spekter raises an eyebrow as the guy sheaths the
dagger, lopes away to the east. She shrugs, smiles a crooked smile to herself,
bends and pulls her feet from the sodden boots. Picks up the leather foot
buckets and dumps a spill of cold water out the window. Sets the footwear
upside-down on the rubber mat and slides the window glass down. The smudge
marks lower before her face, street becomes a blur. She looks at her half
gloved hands.

"icky..."
Brushes dirt and sludge off on leg of jeans. Sighs and looks around the room.

Pulls the rifle case from her shoulder, eases it to the floor. Strips off the
poison-rain soaked red tank and jeans. Balls up the wet garb and hurls it
towards the bathroom door, hears it splat against the tile. Shivering, nude,
soaked,pads quickly across the floor, smacks the light plate and grabs a large
fleece lined bomber jacket from the back of the conventional entrance. Slips it
on as she eyes the control panel wired to the door. Hugs herself and heads for
the desktop Sendai.




From: spktrdtktr@aol.com (SpktrDtktr)
Subject: another jolly homecoming (pt 2 of 2)
Date: 10 May 1994 21:36:02 -0400

>>>>>[blushing, hopin' this aint a dupe. had a foul up with my line in. AOL
bites. also had to re-add the last minute edits... Na Ja. pt 2 of 2..]<<<<<
  --  Spekter D'




"Tristan- messages..."

Digs in the desk drawers, checks two before she finds a red and black pack of
smokes. One programmed low animal growl from the desktop speaker, screen
flickers to pale lavender. She flips the pack open, fingers around hoping for a
forgotten clove. Dumps it into her palm, sticks it to her lips. The flat, deep
chip voice reads:

*One hang-up  node touch  auto trace back : Daddyblues*
*One voice : IceKraker v.I.D. 00:02 sec*
*No node transfers*
*No breaches*

Stops motion, clove dangling from her lips. Sighs. Removes clove, thinking face
on.

"Tristan- find Daddyblues, data, resources, internal-all..."

Sticks smoke back to her mouth, pulls knees up and wraps jacket around herself.
Digs in pocket, pulls lighter... lights smoke. Rubs the jacket hanging over her
legs.

*no previous record*

"fuck..."

Pushes soaking wet hair from her face, combs it back with fingers while looking
at the blank lavendar square. Blows a stream of sweet smellin' smoke towards
the ceiling.

*contact source unknown*

"don't fraggin' know 'im..  yeah yeah yeah..."

Shakes her head slowly, rolls her left arm, rubbing shoulder. She slips from
the creaking steel roll-chair, heads for the bathroom. Leans into the shower
stall, cranks hot water knob to full. Pulls the jacket off, reaches it up to a
towel hook, then sticks her head out the bathroom door.

"Tristan- online pub.dir.search Daddyblues... "

Slides into cloud of steam, hearing the desktoy switch to dial tone. Pulls
shower door closed behind her. Looks at the clove, drenched and wilting in her
hand.

"fuck..."