On Tue, 14 May 1996, Mike W. Loader wrote:

   This Morning, Noone returned to the United States and recieved a
letter from a greasy looking messenger. Noone rented a car and drove
to the warehouse district of Chicago. To the best of my knowledge,
Noone is in Warehouse 23 of the exremely powerful Fnord Corporation.
And this is where you should be able to find him. If not, I would be
more than happy to continue my services tracking down this fiend
known as Peter Noone.

   (We open on a crowded German Rathskellar. In a side booth, a council of
war has been convened. A scruffy-looking group of authors and .sig
characters lean around a table, listening intently to a wiry fellow in
trenchcoat and fedora read the letter.)

Mike: "...known as Peter Noone." At last! A real lead! We have him now!

Seamus: "Fnord Corp."? Fnord? He's part of the Bavarian Illumi*mghfy*

Mike: (removing his hand from Seamus's mouth) Heheh, no need to alarm the
ML, probably just a hired lackey...

Seamus: Right.

Mike: Celine is willing to help. I say we go for it! Strike while we know
where he is! Who's with me?

Elsewhere, or more particularly, in Warehouse 23 of the Fnord 
Coorporation, Noone was leaning back in his chair.  Nobody was standing 
hesitantly in front of the rather plain table, while Somebody was 
watching the windows nervously.  Nothing of course wasn't present.

Nobody: "What next boss?"

Noone: "Watch a few more accidents of course.  MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Nobody looks at Noone oddly.  "Riiight"

Noone: "Sorry, just slipped out."

They are interrupted by Somebody, who whispers, "Shhhh, someone is coming"
Quickly, they all duck behind various crates and listened as someone 
came through the door quietly.  Suddenly, the intruder heard a faint 
sound, and drawing his gun, crept on silent feet towards the origin of 
the noise.

Unfortunately for Someone, his silent feet stepped on an abandoned drink 
carton, which announced its displeasure at this by collapsing with a loud 
"POP".  Of course, Noone was ready for this and had his gun jabbed in 
Someone's back before Nobody could say anything.

Nobody: "Anything"

Noone: "Huh?"

Nobody: "Sorry, just testing you out."

Noone just grunted in response, then turned his attention to Someone. 
"Hey it is you" he exclaimed, and put his gun away, relived.

"Well thanks for your kindness" responded Somone, rubbing his back 
tenderly (Noone hits hard.)  "I bring you news."

"Really? What?"

"This."  And thrusting a paper at Noone Someone went over to the chairs 
to sit down and have a drink.

"SOMEONE SCREAMS VENGENCE ON NOONE!" screamed the headline, causing 
Nobody to cover his ears and Noone to whip out his gun.

"YOU WHAT??!?!?!?"

Someone sighed deeply, and replied "Its not me.  They are just playing 
around with words.  Keep reading."

Noone frowned at Someone and continued reading the article.

"In recent news, one 'Mike of No Particular Title or Handle' swore 
vengance on Peter Noone upon discovering yet another tragedy that Noone 
had observed, and done nothing."

Somebody, determined to get a line in, asked "Do you have to read it aloud?"

"Shut up and let me finish."

"Mike has committed himself to tracking down Noone and getting him to 
answer for his alleged indifference."

"Happy Now?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Now shut up and keep watch."

With that, Noone angrily stalked over and sat down, glancing over once to 
make sure that Somebody was keeping a good eye on a watch.

"Not your WATCH you ninny" he roared.  "Outside!"

"Oh.  Sorry."

"Well, this Mike guy could prove troublesome" stated Nobody, just 
noticing that he hadn't had a line for a while.

Someone, not to be left out, spoke, "He's only a two-bit player.  We 
don't need to worry about him."

"Its Two-Up" Noone absently corrected as he pondered the new development.
"We'll just take things as they flow"

And with that the view fades to black, helped along by Nobody leaning 
against the box holding the lens.

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                The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au