It is my most dubious pleasure to inform you that I have come across something and am running it down with the help of an old friend. Hopefully it will yield somthing about the financial data being poured over by the Faceless one. I will be indisposed, but still at your beck and call, through the marvels of communication technology. Blackmail me at:
AVOIDA3.BN.XXX; SLIPA1.BN.XXX; UTAHA4.BN.XXX; or GERONIMOA2.BN.XXX
That is more than enough addresses of mine that you now know. I would also be humbled if you would be pleased to know what I found, from previous forays into the Matrix. When Sir Pete, and Sir Spook delved into the unknowns in Texass, they brought back a multitude of ID's for me to run down. I ran, and the two names came up as fakes; to be expected. But I knew a few forgers and they recognized the work. That led me to the true identities of our masquerading janitors. One Mr. Daniel Fischer, and one Mr. Don Geiger; both hardened criminals, with a history of armed robbery as long as my datacord. I looked into their personal finances, since they had no more use of them (and transfered money to my personal account in Zurich), both had received $1.2 Million transfers three days prior to the shoot out with Mr. and Mrs. death. They were both known to keep company with about twenty other vile merchants of ill will, whom as a collective formed one of the most ruthless gangs on the west coast. Nameless as they were, they were also careless; for as we suspected, the cleaning business was fake. Three years old, but fake, they never once did a job that wasn't the same day as one of their "Jobs." In conclusion, I could not find their benefactors. That is that I couldn't find the men that paid the mob bosses that paid their underlings to pay these nameless fools. I regret my failures to you good sirs.
Agenda item two; car cleaning. All cars taken up to the most recent Dodge Caravan are all clean. Erased forever henceforth even from the manufacturers production and inventory control records.
It has also fallen onto my ears that good Sir Boom, would like to make a netrun, that is possible, and I would and could advise/go with the young neonite. Merely call and I shall come hither. Also Sir TNT would you do me the honor of hooking up a shunted bypass server to my computer in the corner and connect it with a directional transmitter to the security system you have installed. I would be greatly in you debt.
Lastly masters, a cargo helo will be dropping a smart package to you. It contains a score of goodies. Twenty sensors or every available type will be at thy disposal. I expect that will leave Sir Mouse-trap more time to fidget around with things that make Dr. Rushkies life difficult.
