From: Jeremiah.Blatz@dartmouth.edu (Jeremiah Blatz) Subject: Morph Date: 26 Jun 92 01:03:35 GMT An acid-laden drizzle plodded down from the ever-present grey clouds as Joe ran down the grimy sidewalk. Joe ducked into a gloomy alley and tried to make himself part of the crumbling wall. "Shit! Why does this always happen to me!" The thought hung in the front of his mind as Joe pulled out his knife, purchased from a black-marketter. "A knife, a fucking KNIFE!" He thought as he fingered the holes the assasin's dart gun had cut in Joe's slicker. Holstering his knife, Joe turned to start down the alley and ran into a wall of flesh. A twisted face stepped into a beam of light. "Umm, excuse me." The cold glint in the man's eye propelled Joe towards the street, into another wall of flesh. "Don't worry, Joe, I'm not going to kill you just yet." The man with the twisted face turned and motioned down the alley. Joe had no choice but to follow. The two mountain/men roughty grabed him and escorted Joe down the alley and into a dark doorway. Before Joe turned into the abandoned building, he heard the muffeled "thump" of a darter cut short by the blast of a sub-machinegun. The two thugs brought Joe into a grey-painted room. Sitting in the middle of this neutral greyness was a real wood desk. Teak, Joe thought. The man with the twisted face slid behind the neatly-organized desk. "Good evening, Joe Mitchell, I am refered to as Leviathan." The man grimaced, Joe gussed this was supposed to be a smile. "Perhaps you are wondering why I just saved your life, after all, no one does anything without a reason. Well, Mr. Mitchell, I need to get some information." . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Placed into the public domain by: Jeremiah _______________________________. /___ . _____. ___ __ ___ . / / / /____/ /__/ / / /__) / / __ / / _____/ ___/ / ___ / / \ \__/ / /____/ /\ \ / /__) / /___ \____/______/ / \_\ /______/_____/ jerbl@dartmouth.edu "When the world is running down, you make the best of what's still around." -Sting