JMB wrote:
For those of you who don't recall Blackfile 01, Mason Riggs is
called in to help recover the missing Lovely Angels, Kei and Yuri. He is
assigned Ryozo Hibiki as a partner, and the two depart for Sigma III, last
known location of the Angels.
Ah, having the summery at the start is good, since I don't recall the first
part anymore. I'm more inclined to read it now.
//My name is Yuri.\\ That one truth was all that seemed real. In her
sleep,
the images of another life invaded her dreams. Images of her and Kei in a
ship, a man behind a desk, a big red cat... images that felt so real yet
so
strange. With the dreams came the pain, as though her mind were trying to
reject something. Then the humiliation as she recalled awakening, clad in
practically nothing,
I think her usual outfit qualifies as 'practically nothing' as well.
unable to fight them no matter how desperately she
wanted to as they... they... She
Either you need to get rid of the elipse or add another period or
something. Having it capitalized after the elipse just doesn't look too
good.
"I realize that, sir," the technician replied, "we are currently
upgrading
the program to increase its effectiveness."
"How far along are you?" Dieter asked.
"About seventy-five percent. It should be ready inside another two or
three
weeks."
"You have one week," Dieter said in a voice like ice. Not bothering to
stay
for the inevitable complaint that such was not possible, Dieter Venkner
turned and left the Control Room. They would finish inside the week, or
they
would all be terminated
And then the work will take even longer, dolt.
"No idea," Ryozo replied. "There's also the matter of just how they
managed
to get Kei and Yuri."
Yeah. No one has been able to get ahold of them for any real period of time
without paying for it later.
"True." Mason was well acquainted with the Dirty Pair's reputation,
haiving
having
seen the results of their investigations once or twice. Whoever had
managed
to kill them had to have an entire army at his disposal, complete with
reserve stocks. Nothing ever happened quietly with those two,
two;
Mason watched the small monitor as Ryozo logged onto the UG network.
Looking at the small padd
pad
"She was a telepath," Mason said as the realization hit him. The details
of
the AJ Development case came rushing back from the depths of his memory as
he read on. "UG was definitely interested in a case of natural telepathy.
It's not every day you find a mind reader."
Ah. The Affair on Nolandia, yes?
"It would seem so," he said noncomittaly. While a connection had been
established, it didn't answer any of the burning questions. However, any
information was better than none. As a wise man once said, "There is no
knowledge that is not power."
Homer Simpson said that, right?
"I think we should start re-tracing kei
Kei
"I had our technicians go over it with a fine tooth comb," Agito replied
cooly, "it is definitely genuine."
"I believe we should have a conversation with Horace," Clyde said
"That would explain the scratch marks on it," Agito said
Once outside, he allowed himself to vent some of his anger, striking a
nearby wall with savage force.
Rubbing his throbbing knuckles, he started walking down the plush
carpeted
hall. the thic
thick
that Makashima, something about the man just rubbed Clyde the wrong way.
The Dirty Pair were still alive, and that was unacceptable. They were a
loose end that needed to be cut off, and soon.
Well, at least he's a realist.
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"So this is Sigma III," Ryozo remarked as he and Mason left the spaceport
terminal to the waiting street beyond. The sky was slate grey, the air
damp
>from the frequent rains that pelted the planet's surface frequently. The
cloud cover only managed to break one or twice every month for a day or
so,
earning Sigma III the handle "Waterworld".
Now there's a name that's dooming it to failure. ^_^
The skyscrapers that lined the wet streets were the same gunmetal shade
of
the sky, color seeming to be a foreign concept on Sigma's third planet
Now how can you say that? They have gunmetal shades. That's a color.
. In
fact, the only colors they could find were those of the rainslickers and
umbrellas everyone seemed to be carrying.
What kind of colors were they? Should give them at least a brief mention
since you've dwelled on the lack of colors for so long.
Bags in hand, Mason and Ryozo turned left for the rental car parking lot.
They travelled light, Mason carrying a bag and a small black case while
Ryozo had a small suitcase and his flat-toned cylinder which Mason noticed
he seemed to almost cradle.
A few minutes of walking brought them to a small black compact, a ground
model car just large enough to fit the two of them comfortably. The car's
body, like that of nearly every other car in the lot, a
was a
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The motel wasn't exactly the Waldorf,
but Tom Bodet was there to leave the lights on.
The bags were unpacked, their clothes hanging in the tiny closet set next
to the bathroom. Mason's case and Ryozo's cylinder remained sealed,
neither
questioning what the other held.
Both took seats on a bed, Mason opening his case briefly to produce
several
padds
pads
"Yeah, their last message would suport
support
that," Ryozo agreed. "If they had
been discovered breaking into Morn's computers while at their own HQ, they
would have been taken in on the spot."
"Resulting in one helluva shoot-out, with the entire building probably
ending up flattened,"
Try 'city' instead of 'building'
Nice work.
D.B. Sommer