Comapny Profile
Name: Neko Yamaguchi	Date of Birth: 760612	Age 25
Origin: San Diago, CA	Eyes: Black	Weight: 140#
Sex: Male	Hair: Blue	Height: 5'-0"
Profile: Superiority Complex	Class: 97	Grade: A-1

• Tektronics Headquarters, Malcom Georgia. 980230
  Laying in the cold wet mud gave one time to think. Thinking about what could go wrong if you weren't this good could take up all your time. The rain poured down and filled the night with a dull white noise. Mist hung low over the sculpted hedges and groves of trees that was given an eerie white glow from the light of a full moon. The bleak beauty of the grounds surrounding the smoked glass, ten story, sprawling office complex, hid it's darker side. Inside this modern and unthreatening building a evil grew. Extraterresterials had backed this upstart company with technology not from this world. The coporate leaders had been swoon by the lure of easy money, not realizing how their new masters did business. Their technology required animals as test subjects, and the them we were the lab monkeys.

  The cold and damp didn't penetrate his suit; the suits outer layer was a silk coated thermal barrier to make him invisible to thermal imagers, while the inner layer was gortex to keep all the wet out. In his small backpack he had two changes of clothes, a street pair and a utility work pair, just in case. He also carried a tool kit and other basic B&E toys. But, none of them were technological, just in case the bases security had passive energy detectors that could pick up electrisity in operation. Neko's source had indicated that they had. Several Ops had been suprised when they were ambushed by other minions of the ET's that had these detectors; Neko wouldn't make the same mistake.

  Bundled beneth layers of camoflage Neko laid still in the grass while the pair of guards walked by, not three feet from his position. Even his face was hidden so the heat of his eyes wouldn't give him away. Beneth wrap-around Oakley, leaded lenses and a thermal balaclava his young, round, smooth chinese features were hidden from the prying eyes of all. His taunt muscular body was hidden beneth layers of clothing, which also hid his layers of gear. Non-technological meant only no electricity, that only meant lots of standard gear. It was hidden all inside his combat vest, that doubled as his body armor. Everything was in fast-draw pouches: from lockpicks to monowire blade throwing stilletos. As the guards passed, the black clothed, smooth form of a man stood, and darted in towards the air recirculation system.

  Having passed the tripple depth, gravel ground, microwave fences. Automated sling-shots distracted the guards to the point where they quit responding to the alerts. Through the mine-field was done the old fashioned way; with a bayonet and bobbie pins. Getting past the guards and dogs was just a matter of patience; plus water and CN powder (nausea powder.) After nearly seventy-two hours penetrating their defences, he was finally at the air station. The timing was perfect because he was almost out of water in his camel pack.

  Crawling through the air ducts was an act of dexterity. Anyone larger than he would never be able to do it. His slim features and incredible flexibility let him get into places no ordinary man could. Taking off the outside guard and then putting it back on from the inside had been difficult indeed, but he had done it, just like he always did it. Now he was nearing his final destination. The building plans he had memorized before he came had been nearly accurate; you couldn't really expect any corporation concerned about it's security to turn totally accurate records. Once he had passed the buildings warehouse (he could tell by the noise of the fork lifts) Neko was just a short fall away. At the elevator shaft he had gone down three levels and then continued his penetration, just a hundred yard to go.

  Lowering himself from the overhead air vent, he lightly landed on the hard lenolium floor, not making a noise in his soft sole padded boots. No one was in the lab this time of night, the lights were all off, only a few LED's glowed, and their reflections refracted off of the many small glass containers that filled the room. Walking quickly but quietly he almost floated across the floor towards his destination. The cryogenic freeze tanks and their computers. He withdrew his tools and began to crack this golden egg.

  Crawling out of the office proved easy. Even with the extra bulk of the samples, he was managing. The critical hard data was stored on electro-optical disks kept safe in his chest pouches. From behind him he heard a strange noise coming from the elevator shaft. Increasing his pace, he hustled to get out the way he came. Looking back as he passed the warehouse, down the nealy one hundred yard conduit he saw what looked like a man-spider. Four obsidian eyes sat horizontally on a oblong head, set sideways on a thick neck. The shoulders rotated side to side, not in a rotart pattern like his. It's cold black looking chitenous exterior had patches of hair, but what caught his attention was it's hooks. Where a human's hands would have been it had a pair of sickle shaped jet black hooks. Likewise it's feet were two pair of opposite direction facing hooks just like the ones on the hands. It moved straight for him down the conduit. He snapped off the first vent he could find to get into the warehouse. So much for your elegant egress, and not leaving a trace.

  Neko now just hoped he wouldn't be seen. In the warehouse it was well, but not brightly lit. His black suit would stick out terribly. Now though, he had other matters to attend to. The thing popped out of the vent a mere eight seconds after him. Luckily they were in a far corner of the warehouse, hopefully a forklift wouldn't be by. The thing lurched right at him, not even parlying for a second. He popped out his mono-wire whips from their concealed wrist sheathes. It swung wide, crossing his midsection as he stepped back and then rolled to avoid its follow on blow. He came out of the roll, and threw a wip at it's head. It wrapped around but didn't have any effect on it's thick armor. As it jabbed at him again he rolled under it's legs to avoid the claws. Drawing his monowire stilletos, he again came up throwing. One dagger plunged into it's eye. The oriface began spouting dark purple liquid and the beast just howled. Not good. It came at him a fury, the thing delived a lightning sequence of blows. Neko barely managed to parry most of them with his remaining stilletto. The thing had him backed up against a wall, all he could do was leap at it. The flying side-kick delivered enough force to dent ballistic armor and knock a man's head off his shoulders, but the thing just staggered back two steps. As he landed at it's feet, he gouged at the thin exoskeleton around it's neck. The blade went in up to his elbow. The beast twitched and then spasamed, landing on top of him, but not hurting him too bad. Rolling it off him, he got to his feet and ran for the loading dock.

  Passing a forklift Neko shot the driver in the face with a supressed sidearm. Quickly he put the man's cap over his face and arranged the body and truck as if he were napping. Then he grabbed the radio and kept running. Through the long flourescent lit rows of boxes in the warehouse he sped as fast as his legs would carry him. Coming to the shipping and recieving area after two rights, just as him memory map told him, he walked at a normal pace. Every second he fired a well placed shot into the forehead of a suprised worker and he moved through the small office. The only thing he could hear was their brief gasps, then a final exhale, and the bodies hitting the floor. The office cleared he headed out a ramp. Dropping to the pavement below he crawled underneath the rows of semi's towards the fence. At the closest semi to the fence he drew four short matchlock looking pistols from his vest. Each was merely a handle and a small caliber barrel, but held twelve shots loaded front to back. These gadgets were electrnoically timed (after he turned them on) to fire each shot as the preceding one left the barrel. This meant a rate of fire approaching 10,000 rpm. This produced explosive results.

  Aiming his little trinkets at the tank farm to the north of the compund he squeezed the trigger. He barely had time to feel the recoil as the last bullet left the barrel. They impacted the natural gas tanks and detonated them with a force that compared with a large Fuel Air Explosive. That was just the diversion he was looking for. Firing the one other through a line of semi's he got lucky and detonated ones cargo; the last muzzle loader was directed at the guard house on the semi acess road. They shredded the building and it's inhabitant. Throwing a handfull of micro-smoke grenades towards the fence and shack he prepared to leave. Last he took an air gun and assembled it, the two or three yard lights that were still on in the direction he was going were about to be put out. Dropping the now spent gear he sprinted out the open breach in their defences and into the safety of night and swamp.