Operation Dead Deer

[schlurbi]

A woman, wearing a dark red overall is wandering along the second floor. The overall doesnt seem to be dirty as the other overalls mostly used by the engineers and workers in the Cargo Bays. Not even a little stain of dirt can be seen. Between that dirt and broken stuff lieing around on the floor it looks like she wouldnt match into there, like another world.

The woman is carrying a little bag, full of Recordings. She takes a look at the bag, to be sure she didnt lose a device. The top recording peeks out of the bag and a name is seen. Margaret Winstone. At the end of the floor the woman enters the elevator and presses the button for floor 6, the apartments.

The elevator slowly, but noisy moves up. Through a window the woman sees a new shipment of Ammunition from Casablanca, a base of the Red Hessians. The Elevator stops, the doors are opening. The sixth floor isnt dirty as the second floor, yet not clean. Empty bottles of wine lieing in a corner, oil stains on the ground.

The woman starts dropping the recordings in front of the doors. First Margaret Winstone, Kurt Chryesh, then Casper Jones. Until the bag is holding only one recording. The device looks a tad different, it's older and woman raises an eyebrow, Andrew Mort is written on it. Curious as she is she puts the device into her Neuralnet clapped onto her left arm and the message starts...

Howdy Boss,

Here's Danny, ya know which one. I'm curr'ntly back't McMurray *cough* I could bar'ly get here, an 'scort close t' the 'steroid field a'most catched me. 'f course I turned back, but tha still saw me. *cough* The silly Cops'er comin' closah'n closah to our base. I'm scared they'll find McMurray here'n A'berta. Y'know *cough* here't McMurray we're kinda collectin' our a'moury. The Hess'ns're still offerin' ammunit'n fo' us *cough* So if the cops find this Stone, they'll get our Guns.

Now *cough* I'm askin' ya what ya woulda think of gettin' rid of that ugly base't the Jumphole. I mean, it's not like Fort Severn in Ont'rio, this one's preddy small. I think we'll be able to destroy it without biggah probl'ms *cough* we jus' gotta plan a bit. I'll be talkin' with the Hackahs, they'll hopefully help us. 'n dun' worry 'bout plannin' this, I'll be doin' this.

White out.

The woman, nervously puts the device back into the bag. Stadning still she shivers, but not because she's scared. With an evil grin she moves towards Danny's room to give him the old and missed recording.

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"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"