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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Toras" data-source="post: 3632287" data-attributes="member: 13626">Twilight Skye – Silicon DreamsMalcolm shuddered as his reality melts away, the sharp acid edged kick from the information spike slamming home into his central nervous system. For a moment there is darkness, as the Net is loaded around him.  Selecting his form from a list of constructs, he is loaded into the world were he spends much of his time.He had received a job offer, through the anonymous message server.  A rather unique and valuable set of blue prints had gone missing from Fujistu servers, and the buyer wished to find it before their security forces could do so.  A sizable retainer was paid to gain his services, so he didn’t waste any time getting started.   He was confident that he would find this out without any problem.  But it had been two weeks, and his regular contacts had come up dry. There was only one more person he could have asked, but he had hopped to avoid that this time.  Finding a sewer grate on one of the lower streets, he dropped into the tunnels.  Representing the underlying backbones and conduits, anything that passes quietly would have to travel here.  Hopefully the Lady of Down Bellow would be feeling cooperative.  He found her at one of the major gates, an unearthly beauty upon her gaunt dark horse.  Green skin and a white eyed stair seem to indicate a darker origin, akin to her cape that she managed to pull of just slightly.  Flanked by a helper daemon, crafted to look like a hideous man-fish hybrid which was monitoring the information passing through the roots and vines along the walls. She always did like her creepy.  (<a href="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=29762" target="_blank">http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=29762</a>)“Lady of the Under Realms, I seek a boon. “ Malcolm said with a half bow, trying to play to her ego and sense of drama.She looks up from her task, monitoring the days take of information.  “My dear Malcolm Skye, it has been a long time since you have troubled my realm.  I take it you have business.  State it quickly, I have no time for your foolishness.““I’d be deeply hurt if I wasn’t in such a hurry.  I’ve been looking for the guy who pulled the Fujistu job, and if anyone would know who would the where’s and why’s, its you. “Malcolm watched her consider his request, knowing that this could get ugly if she decided to play power games with him.  But his worry was for naught, as she smiles back at him and replies.  “I do not know who it is or why, I do know of someone who does.  For all the good that it will do you.  Seek out Peabody, he can tell you what you wish. “I cursed under my breadth as I left her sight, a haunting laughter seemed to follow me around like an irate echo.  Peabody was one of the unpleasant realities of the Net, a free range information broker of the highest order.  A laughing black lab with a pair of sun glasses, he wasn’t hard to find. (<a href="http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=29763" target="_blank">http://www.enworld.org/attachment.php?attachmentid=29763</a>)  But Malcolm couldn’t pay his fees, so that was a problem. Sliding into the house that Peabody used as his meet and greet area, he dragged down the guard covering the window before slipping in through a spoofed port.  Peabody was sitting in his courtyard, being fed bits of fruit by a serving daemon.  They were fake in all the ways that really mattered, but real enough to be enjoyed. Sliding down in the courtyard, Malcolm slips behind the chair and presses the gun into the back of the creatures head.  “I have a few questions, and you are going to answer quietly and quickly, or die slack jawed in your chair.  Who pulled the Fujistu job and where are they?“A slightly twinge in his voice, was all that betrayed the panic that was rapidly rising into focus.   “No need to be hasty.  It was Maxwell of Drake Hill, his manor is on the water front.  “Malcolm gets the information far more easily than he had been expecting, and relaxed just a moment. Unfortunately that was exactly the wrong thing to do.  Who could have guessed that his servant daemon’s had Hunter Killer subroutines?  Malcolm ducks seconds before defensive rips through the chair he had been hiding behind.  Leaping up through the open port, he dashes out and away from pursuit.  Knowing that he has only a few moments before Peabody warns his quarry, he calls up his cycle and watches for pursuit as it assembles in the back alley he had taken refugee in.Flying through the streets, he speeds through the streets with abandon.  Sliding to the stop, at the bottom of the cliffs that protects Maxwell’s palace, he can see the smiling fool standing at the top.  Technocolor moehawk and following pirate shirt, he waits unafraid.  (3)</blockquote>

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