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September 20, 2045.
Dear Anastasius Foch,
Hello again, it has been several days since my last letter and again I find sleep bothersome. So I write. Where did we leave off?
That is right, the fire. Following the fire, Shark, Zona, and Spydr all journeyed back to The Web and had a bite of dinner. At the time, Shark told me that he had to beat the snot out of a ganger that was harassing Zona. The ganger was making unwanted advances and being quite a piggish, impolite brute. It was not until much later at a major social event at 3M that Spydr wispered in my ear that she had actually inspired to ganger by saying that Zona was giving him quite a bit of attention and eyeing him when the big dummy with the visors was not looking. Such amusing games, remind you of anyone???
But let me continue, The Web is in a semi-nice section of Bloomington and just at the edge of ZetaTech territory down by the river. It is octaganolly shaped with two long hardwood bars on the lower angled walls, with restrooms on opposite walls, a large hydraulically rising stage in the center and a high security entrance guarded by one of Spydr's friends named "Ogre." It was while they were sitting at the end of the bar, enjoying some alcoholic beverages of their fancy, and just after the resounding beating the ganger recieved, that Shark and the others noticed a big wig corp walk in. He was accompanied by two, as Shark says 'bimbos', but more elegantly referred to as escorts.
Zona could not bat an eye in the time it took Spydr and Shark to recognize him as a TTI employee. Needless to say, but I will say it regardless, this sent Shark's paranoia meter right through the roof, but more calm heads prevailed. Spydr then personally took the time to serve Mr. Thompson Gun and his two guests. She learned he was celebrating a high profit on fire reactive services, thus he was buying the most expensive champagne. After chatting for a bit, Spydr then left the celebratory VP and his guests. Meanwhile back at the bar, Shark noticed a heavy/bodyguard watching them or Mr. Gun. They never talked to him, but he would show up again.
None could tell me exactly when, but the high priced VP decided to leave the Web. A most unfortunate decision on his part. Because based on forensic information that Mr. Jiovonazo and Kid Stealth gathered, he was dead within ten minutes of leaving the web. When they did find him though, he, his brains, and both bimbo's were gored all over the interior of his brand new BMW-Rolls 555. His liscense plate even said TTI. Their searches would turn up a caseless 10mm pistol-suppressed, and a holdout needler, the kind favored by assassins as you know. Mr. Jiovonazo was also able to turn up a surveillance video of the back of the bar showing Mr. Gun and his two guests getting in. Flashes then lit the screen, and the chauffer gets out and pitches the gun.
The bodies and evidence were taken to the GenTech labs to be analized. Since this was done just before the police arrived at the scene of the crime, here is were I will leave you until next time.
Sincerely,
Richard Raven
Also, WR-79-Y6-P3-K7-3P
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