From wwengr@delphi.com
Subject: [story] _untitled_
Date: Tue May 16 01:26:48 MET DST 1995


        Payn stepped into the Chatsubo.  It was quiet, as far as it goes in
Night City.  Tuesdays always were.  The regulars sat in their own groups,
quietly discussing various topics of local interest.

                "Cowboy, come over here...."
                                calls Ratz, the russian accent audiable, even
                                over the whine of the Military prosthesis...

        Payn steps over, glancing at the floor, being cleaned by
some runaway kid from the arcologies that Ratz has hired.

                "Back again, I don't know what brings you here friend"
                                says the Barkeep, as the lithe cowboy
                                sits down.
                "What can I get you?"
                                he says softly.

                "A Beer, you seen Wage 'round"

                "Ah, thats what brings you, your drug, no. I havn't seen him,
                 not in maybe three day."

                "Yeah, my drug, keeps my reflexes up,  what 'bout Lonny,
                he seen him?"
                                The cowboy takes a long pull on
                                the Beer, and glances at it in disgust.

                "How should I know friend cowboy, I don't have Zone's eyes,
                 maybe you should leave and look for him elswhere, perhaps
                 you will find a better bar somewhere else, although I doubt
                 it."
                                Ratz said, with a joking tone in his voice.
                                He was proud of his bar, and if he didn't
                                know before that Payn's Sprawl standards were
                                exceptionally high, he would have been
                                insulted.

A girl burst into the 'tsubo, razors extended. She wasn't big but she was
graceful, her movements: those of a dancers.

                "Lookin' for a gaijin dealer,"
                                She said.
                "name of Wage."

Payn turned.
                "You and me both sister, who are you anyway?"

                "Name's Terma, yours?"

Payn answered as he stood..
                "What you say we go look for him, he'll be around
                 one of the bars.  He's got some stuff of mine, I'll
                 not be too happy if he disapears on me."

Terma hesitated for a second.
                "Yeah, no shit, well, I gotta kill him so I guess we both
                 need to see him."

Payn stumbled back, the girl had stated the fact bluntly, without any care in
the world, and as if no-one would be interested in something like that. By
the time they found him, he would be well surrounded by a personal army of
joeboys.
                "Loose lips girl, your obviously new to this game. Keep your
                 mouth quiet when it comes to things like that.  Not like the
                 rest of Chiba here,  folks speak English."

She stepped down toward Payn, who turned, and headed for the door. When he
got there he turned around,
                "You coming?"
                        he said, directly to the razorgirl.

                "Fuckin right, I gotta job to do, when we meet him you
                 get your stuff and then.....hey wait up...."

Payn had turned and walked out, waiting just outside the door for Terma.
She stepped through the doorway, nd followed the Cowboy into the crowd.....

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Please give some input....someone....anyone....

                        Thanks....

                                Dex.
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