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~##$Transmission incoming. Begin Trace?$##~

##No.##

~##$Answer manually or automated?$##~

##Auto.##

"...it, I got the answering machine. Oi, this is Zippy the Squirrel. I got this thing I need for ya to do."

~##$File attachment detected! Upload?$##~

##Yes.##

##securitysafetyhigh##

~##$Security systems set to High alert.$##~

~##$Uploading File...$##~

"This picture I'm sendin' ya is of this guy. This....Machinist. This guy's name is Suspyre. We need you, to make sure he doesn't show his face around the Matrix for a long time. Preferably never, if you catch my....drift.

*noises in the background* "...course I'm sure they catch it. You want me to explain it to them? I think they know when someone needs to be killed or not.

"Right, so, we'd prefer not to have ta see this guy's face around us anymore. We'd give anything, including, say, twenty-five million? I bet that's enough. We don't got to give any motives. Our reasons are our own, got it, comrade? I hope you do.

*sound of liquid sloshing in a container, possibly a flask*

"...ah, good stuff, this vodka. Right, so, this is put out by my Commander, SystemError666. You got questions, she's the gal to call. I'm sending you her number in another attachment.

And listen. It's very imp--"

~##$Message timed out. Replay?$##~

##No.##

##open file: to-do-list.txt##

~##$Editions saved.$##~

##shutdown##

((Multiple-Faction Event. Enjoy it while you can.))

NPC's need to be able to have a teleporting-agent-type ability that prevents you from simply jumping away when ambushed in a mission.

~Discuss~

This September, the forces of Death and her powerful claws will descend down upon us all.

Non-Merovingian operatives of at most level 35 or lower...be prepared.

I offer no rewards. None monetary at least. You will learn of what you can achieve this September.

Secrets will be told. Some lives will be lost. Others will be saved. The only thing laying in the balance is...the Truth.

Yes, that's right. The Truth will be known to all during the greatest climax of our lives. Those who survive will become cleansed of the Lies, and they will carry with them the Memory of the Lost.

Only one thing can be certain... ##$~~$TRANSMISSIONLOSTVIRUSDETEFILEDELETED

((This event...I cannot tell you of its nature. But make no mistake that there will be very dramatic RolePlaying and, if you're lucky, a prize or few. Oh, yeah, and alot of low-level co-ordinated PvP))

Anyone with information about where to buy or obtain this coat, email or /tell ThreeHundredAndThree. Prices to be discussed, but we will not accept it for free, know that.

I already have the nonbuffed version, I just need a more well-equipped one. Any level is appreciated, the higher the better, name your price and item here.

RULES:

Character must be AT MOST level 35 (or 36 if I somehow accidently level up by then).
Players above level 35 will not be allowed to participate.
Any players above level 35 aiding players below level 35 will disqualify that player.
The player who kills me the most will obtain 5 million $information, a full set of UnderArmour clothing, both genders, and a male set of Blue Sky concert clothes.
Runners-up will receive absolutely nothing, so if you're a Machine and a Zionist is winning, feel free to whack them so you can get in a kill of your own.

To find the location of this Climax, I have given out various clues to people in-game. The final clue, however, was not obtained. Therefore, I will be giving clues leading to the clues.

Have fun, and beware: She has her eyes set on you.

Comrades, I come to you with a question:

"Are you ready to protect that which matters most?"

That's right, I'm talking about the Merovingian's own personal residence. His own castle in the mountains. We are its protectors.

Now, I know what you're thinking, because when I was offered to lead this rag-tag group of soldiers, I thought the same thing:

"How can you protect something without physically being there?"

And then the answer came to me - Data Nodes. There's a medium-to-large sized hole in the code of the Matrix formed several times a second on average throughout this City. Some of them actually contain information that can lead a dangerous redpill or program to portals to the Frenchman's home.

That's where we come in, comrades.

As loyal operatives to the Merovingian, we search and destroy any foreign links or portals to the Chateau that our enemies can exploit and use against us in the future. Our goal is not an easy one, nor is it wholly respectable. However, you will find that the reward of knowing that you are the first line of defense against the Merovingian's rivals will be great enough on its own.

I ask only one question...

How are you going to protect?

~

Our first major recruiting party will be held over the Memorial Day Weekend, especially Memorial Day itself, starting at 5 PM EST (2 PM PST or Megacity Time), at Club Parallaxis. We hope that anyone can attend, whether you're interested in joining or just there to chat. It's a party.

One mil for each item... either black or white/silver looking. Send an email to ZippyTheSquirrel with the name of the item, level, all buffs. If I find the item to be buyable, I'll forward you the $info. Honour system: It works! =p

Only requirement is the color and the 3% Max Health Bonus. WILL NOT ACCEPT LESS THAN 3%.

Edit: Dada shoes that are part white are acceptable, as are Barrelhead Gauntlets.

Email ZippyTheSquirrel. I have 15 available for sale.

I guess that's it.....

...

Mraawwwwp.

OLD SIG:

Zippy's Insanity Guide: Pink-Good, Red-Evil, Yellow-Sarcastic Know it All/Inquistive, Purple-Violence, Dark Blue-"Normal", Light Blue-Insanity (all of the personalities combined), Green-?????, White-None

I was just hoping someone could help me with a new sig. I love how all you people can come up with really good art designs that I could never do. I just need something that will go in with my insanity.

"Of course I'm a redpill. You think I'm a program or something? You should have seen the look on that young lady's face when I pretended to be taken over by Agent Smith. Oh, how fun! An old man is entitled his day in the sun every once in a while.

Oh, who am I? Oh, right, right. This new voice recorded diary thing is so complex...oh, right, right.

Um, my name is Jacob Daniels, but most people keep calling me The Old Man. I have no idea why, I'm not even that old. Or at least, I don't think I'm that old. Fifty-eight is not an old age, is it? I thought not. Pish posh.

I work for...well, nobody, really. I am contracted by various computer companies, redpill, bluepill, program, exile, whatever, to find and detain viruses and other harmful gadgets that noodled their way in. I like to consider myself a Private Investigator of sorts. I find the problem, I find the root of the problem, I find the cause of the problem, and I delete it.

Who woke me? Nobody. You can be a redpill and still be plugged in. Truthfully I enjoy it this way instead of all the grime and grit of the "last human city" blah blah blah nonsense. I get all the food and energy I want. I hardly need to sleep, though I still like to find a comfy couch and just watch television into the night until I drift off into slumberland..............oh, but I digress. Of course. Pish posh.

I wasn't surprised about the whole computer simulation deal. I was actually pretty excited about it, being who I was. Does this make me a Machinist? Do I care? No! I'm as nuetral as they come, although most people demand you choose a side. Posh posh, such narrow-minded thinking. I suppose I'd go the way of the Agent people, though. They seem to have their act together more so than the big zealotry of the Zionists and their EPN counterparts, and more regal than that French man and his lot of hooligans. Those silly little masked people, though, now that's a couple of loonies. Oh, but I shan't want to start a fire, should this little audio diary fall into any hands, wrong, right, or left. Pish posh, I made myself chuckle.

Oh, but it says the battery's low. I wonder how long I've been talk--"

((This thread can be an open RP thread based on TheOldMan's adventures, or misadventures. He's another of my "secret" alts I've decided to come out with, and as such, you can never expect him to know anything about a squirrel of any such sort. And don't be scared if he calls you asking about some italian clothing store.))

Merv Org Key for 50 mil.

That's right. Fifty. Million. Info. That's half the retail price.

Sold!

The file client.dll could not be setup properly.

No available render modes were detected.

The application is now shutting down.

~I know I should be looking for tech support or something, but I figure I shouldn't bother the guys working on the patches and maybe someone in here knows what the heck's goin' on.....arrg.

To coincide with the "Death can come for us at any time" event.

~##$File Found: ZippyTheSquirrel$##~

Alan Rogers was born in Megacity, USA. To be more specific, Southard. As he was growing up, he learned that he was a long-removed cousin of the ancient Romanov royal family of the Russian Empire. In the midst of college, he decided to drop out and legally changed his name to Alec Romanov. Studying on various laws, he discovered multiple loop-holes in the Legal System. A drug lord by the name of Simon took interest in Alec's knowledge and strength and hired him on as a go-to man in his organization.

Four years later, a mysterious client was discovered to be an under-cover for the police, and Simon was nearly killed in a gun fight that ensued the treachery. Operating under a hacker alias, Romanov managed to shut out the police in the technologically advanced warehouse. From then on, Alec Romanov was a close technical body-guard to Simon, under the strange alias of Zippy the Squirrel.

~##$THIS FILE IS INCOMPLETE. FURTHER INVESTIGATION IS REQUIRED.$##~

Agent Gray: Operatives, your task is to get close to this human and learn more about his past. Knowing more about ZippyTheSquirrel will give us an advantage during operations against his masters, the Merovingian and his Exiles, in the future. Please add your findings to the above report.

Tyndall: Warriors, this man has been troubling our operations for quite some time now. He has one of the highest Commando body counts on him among our records. We need you to find him and either subdue him or convince him in any way to cease hostilities against us. We've found that this man is most susceptible to....ah....seducing women. Perhaps our more...talented female operatives can find a way to dissuade him from operating agaisnt us. Add your findings to our meager report above.

Flood: Well, operatives, it appears our dear ZippyTheSquirrel has gotten a bit soft in the head concerning our enemies, the Cypherites. We need you to go and convince him that the silly bluepill wanna-bes are as against us as any Machine, and he should get his own head out of the clouds and back to reality. You can do that simple task, can't you? I hardly think it would take very long - he's not exactly known for his common sense or attention span. Just make sure that he'll be as ready to take on ANY mission I give him. Also, we have reason to believe that someone may be attempting to learn about his bluepill life. Make sure they don't. Surely you understand what I'm trying to tell you?

Shimada: This operative has become a great pain to us, operatives. We need you to take out ZippyTheSquirrel. Just find him an eliminate him before he can cause us any more grief.

Veil: Attention, operatives. We've discovered that there might be a new ally in us in the disillusioned ZippyTheSquirrel. Perhaps you can convince him to give us information on our not-so-close buddies, the Exiles. Please try to keep a warm smile around him. Kisses! P.S. It may be nice to know more about his past so we can reach his soft spots. Add your findings to this small file above.

www.freewebs.com/phoenix_generation copy pasting is your friend.

First off, don't hurt me. This is definetly off topic. My website needs help! Or you know what? I could just give it to whoever wants one! So, does anybody want a website?

Message Edited by ZippydaSquirl on 11-25-2005 08:48 PM

This is a poem about one of the MAAANNNYYY moral questions in the Matrix. Do you like it? Do you think I should change it a bit to make it work better or take up less space? I need feedback, **tweet* you!!

The title says most of it. Whenever I'm missioning with others, I get alot of lag, sure, but that's fine until I'm in the last xp bar.

Fighting gangs? Same thing.

Missioning by myself is fine too, but that last bar of xp (which means I'm really close to leveling), I get huge batches of crashes. I'm really tired of submitting crash reports, I just want to wonder if this has been brought up before. I'll be going back online now to do the little /ccr thingy, but I was wondering if there was someone else with this experience in crashing. Thanks.

Passive Code (25 pts Healing) can not be activated while Upgrade Master Upgrade buff is running, which does not give Healing points. Is this because Passive Code falls under the same category as Firearms Skill, Martial Arts Prowess, and Find Weakness?

I /bug'd it anyway..

Note: I was ambushed by Zionites during this transistion. You'll understand when you see future pics.

To my knowledge, we never did investigate into Mercury's alleged possession of a cheat code vial or two..or three.. what do you think he could be using them for? His being an inventor leads me to guess something to do with a new type of weapon.

Stages:

Planning Stage: Wednesday, 14th, 10:15 PM EST
Operating Stage: Saturday, 17th, Noon EST

What Am I Doing?: Through my own misadventures with building code bombs, I've come to realize that it takes a lot more than one can come up with just by buying or asking to make these stuffy little machines...for Exiles, anyway. So I'm going to throw a little Pandora's Box Party this Saturday. But it just isn't a party without party favors. So! Tomorrow at 10:15 PM EST (I know, it's late, but some of us have religiony things to do that day =p if you have a concern I'll reschedule) I'll meet with everyone who wants to enlist in this little party on the roof of the warehouse closest to the Southard Access Node to discuss details, and Saturday I'll be in the thick of it, recording who gets the most kills.

Saturday, I and two other persons will activate three Boxes on a small rooftop, and I and any volunteers will record who makes the most kills of this little soiree. The team with the most kills wins 8 million $info and a choice between a Green Holiday Hat or a Red Holiday Hat...both Male, unfortunately. A third option is an extra 2 mil.

And how could it be a party without music? Shameless plug for TheX.FM goes here.

*Click My Sig for The Backstory*

Hey, I'm wondering what the general consensus of some item prices are before I sell them or buy them.

Emma's Vengeance (Shirt)
(All defense bonuses 3%, All resistance (not thrown) 24pts, Initiative Bonus 3%)

Dark Forest Shirt (Shirt)
(All defense bonuses 1%, Initiative Bonus 1%, All resistance (not thrown) 24pts)

Helen's Raiment (Shirt)
(Dark Forest buffs)

Smith Pills (Consumable)
(All damage 11pts, Toughness 20%)

Body Type Pills (Consumable)

Brownies (Consumable)
(Cures Smith Virus)

Scanline Receiver (Interactive)
(Gives information on current events)

Thanks in advance for any help!

Edit: Thanks Delicho
Edit2: Updating frequently. And now I'm wondering who the hell named these shirts?

Level 36 Resist Contagion
Overheat 1.0
Code Freeze 1.0
Network Hacker

Level 30 Hostile Programming
Code Infection 1.0
Infect Area 1.0
Code Infection 2.0
Destroy Resolve
Vector

Level 50 Attack Programming
Code Infection 3.0
Infect Area 2.0
Freeze System 3.0
Code Infection 4.0
Destroy Health
Ravager

All can be yours for the low low price (figuring in red frags, crafting costs, and total level up costs and adding a little discount in) of $21 million info! :O

With Hyper Deflect no longer stackable with the other three defense abilities, you may just find this tree in handy! Hurry now before this deal runs out the door!

Mission Parameter accepted. Commencing download...

You have two missions available for you today.

1. Logistics - Help the General.
2. Stay Fit - Help Rose's effeminate gym trainer find his cat.

[1]

Calling Mission Controller....

[Flood: The General has finally decided to take time out of his busy schedule to investigate our generous offer of assistance in transporting its soldiers.

A two-way holographic broadcast is being arranged. You'll be part of the conference call, along with Malphas and the Effectuator. Just be quiet and try not to interrupt.]

Locating signature [Malphas].

[Operator: That's the place. The General is due to appear via holographic projection any minute now. I guess he's chillin' at his base in the Real or something.]

[Blood Noble: The programming of his soldiers is too rigid; they understand little beyond their most immediate and obvious objective. If they are to survive outside of the System, they will have to become more...flexible.]

[Blood Noble: I find the weather's orange tint...unpleasant.]

[Blood Noble: It was foolish of the General to take the Child so openly...]

Signature [Malphas] located.

[Malphas: Ah, operative. The General should be joining us momentarily via remote broadcast. I can't answer for the Effectuator.

If all goes according to plan, you will be assisting the Effectuator by activating terminals through which the General's men arrive in the Matrix.]

Signal [Effectuator] intercepted. The Effectuator has warped into the area.

[Operator: Oh, great, there's the tourist.]

[The Effectuator: Sweet! I'm not late!

So yeah, this should be a piece of Merv cake. I just need the General to give me the location of his data feed, then you'll activate the receiving terminal, and zip! We'll have those commandos here safe and sound.]

WARNING: External Signal detected. Tracking.... Holographic Projection located. Downloading transmission...

[Holographic Projection: Salutations. I understand you are ready to commence our trial run. My men are standing by for transport. You'll have the network address shortly.

I expect this to go smoothly, gentlemen.]

[Operator: Sounds like it's up to us to get this thing off the ground, as usual. Let's get to it. Flood should have the coordinates of the transport terminal for us in a sec.]

[Flood: You'll find the terminal at the indicated location, operative. Think you can manage to throw the switch all by yourself?]

Tracking signature [terminal]....

[Operator: The computer should be in there. You just have to--]

Signature [terminal] located. Security strength at 140% efficiency.

[Operator: Uh-oh. Those aren't our programs....

I think the Machines are onto us. You're gonna have to secure that terminal, then get the heck out.]

Terminal located. ERROR.

[Computer:
>exit
Shutdown initiated...
Network connection terminated.]

[Operator: Well, that's secured now, anyway. Flood better have a backup plan.]

[Flood: Are you sure your line's secure, operative? The Machines have spies everywhere these days. Why, I wouldn't be at all surprised if one of your crew members was reporting your underwear size to Agent Gray right now.

We're going to try this again. Try not to let anyone follow you, hmm?]

Signal tracking...located.

[Operator: Seems fair to me, as long as they tell us what Pace's size is... Oh yeah, I just went there...]

Security strength at 0% efficiency.

[Operator: This spot looks clear so far, Terminal is up and running.]

Terminal located. Commencing upload...

[Computer:
>dnld
********.**********@******************
Establishing connection...
Verifying net ident...
Downloading...]

WARNING: Multiple External Signal incoming. Singal identified. Commando detected.
{Operative's Note: Elite Commandos led by a few standard Commandos have been warped in.}

[Operator: We have commandos. Hey, better check with that one in there with you, and see if they're all set.]

[Commando: Thank you, sir!]

[Operator: Guess they're good to go, I like that-- low maintenance.]

[Flood: Yes, well done, operative -- it's nice to know that you can type.

I suppose you'll be wanting to go over the results with the brain trust.]

Signal [Malphas] tracking...

[Operator: You're right on time; the General's projection just popped in.]

Downloading transmission...

[Holographic Projection: That was satisfactory. I believe we can do business. I'll be meeting with your employer at our mutual convenience.]

[Malphas: And thus we bcome the General's new method of transportation.

Soon it will be his turn to fulfill his side of the bargain. The Merovingian will no doubt be pleased.]

[Blood Noble: The General's taste in clothing is...curious.]

[Blood Noble: And if the Wingless one could swim better than he could fly?]

[Blood Noble: They say that the Guardian has fished himself out of the river. That would be..unfortunate.]

[Blood Noble: Humans like to say that "life is cheap," but the Merovingian's profits suggest otherwise.]

WARNING: The Effectuator has warped into the area. Increasing alcohol input level.

[Operator: Gee, look who just showed up. And here things were going so well.]

[Effectuator:Sweet, I'm not late!

Oh... Eh... Well, so he liked it, did he? Yep, I figured he would. Let's just see the Machines try to shut down *my* network, hm? Heh.]

Mission Accomplished.

[Flood: So the soldier fancies himself a business man. I have a feeling this is going to be... profitable.]

You have a call from [Rose]. Answer? Y/N

[NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN]

Mission UI closing. Have a nice day.

SMG style___

Ballistic Accuracy (65pts)
Ballistic Damage (13pts)
Ballistic Defense (52pts)

Rifle style___

Ballistic Accuracy (65pts)
Ballistic Damage (13pts)
Ballistic Defense (50pts)

Handgun style___

Ballistic Accuracy (65pts)
Ballistic Damage (13pts)
Ballistic Defense (56pts)

____________

I thought each style was supposed to have a particular advantage to it (SMG damage, Rifle accuracy, Gunman defense), so why is only the Defense stat different amongst the styles? Or are we left with simple Weapon choices to that extent?

It says I must be connected to the internet to be able to play. Yeah, so, I'm typing this message now...so, you know. Duh? What to do. I downloaded this installqaworld thingy and did all the stuff it told me to do, but after clicking the shortcut to the launcher it says I'm not connected to the internet.

*anguished cry*

~##$Transmission Started$##~
Public Broadcast Announcement

Hey, Dez! Lookee what IIiiiiii goooooot!

Now, I'd have offered this juicy bit of info the highest-bidding EPN ne'er-dowell, but I already got a huge payment just to make it public.

You sure have ticked off some people. Maybe you shouldn't have killed all those bluepills. Hell, maybe some people just don't like you. Like I care, it's the money I want, and it's the money I got, so here's your little diary entry.

I'll be seeing you. It's, Midian, isn't it? Heh heh..

~$##Transmission Ended##$~

Name your prices!

And yes, I'm sure I'm posting on the right forum. ;)

Looking for volunteers to use Merv Ticket Chapter 3.1.1 and bringing the friendly NPCs to a location for some screenies. Sort of a going away present for myself...

Location to be given the day of the, um, "Event." You can show up IC or OOC, it matters not.

Edit: That's Saturday the TWENTY-FIFTH. My bad.

Also, I can't seem to recall why I thought this would be an Event. I guess I didn't have any other places to put it that I could think of.

Tips on how to maximize NPC output!

Finish Phase 1 of the mission, but before leaving the area, right-click the two friendly Lupines that had previously helped you fight the hostile, and choose "Follow Me." This is one of my favorite bugs.

Move to Phase 2 and talk to all patrolling Lupines. You should get around 4-5 friendly Lupines that con so, with the Follow Me command ready. Have them follow you, and lead all six-seven Lupines out of the area. Congratulations, you have your own Lupine squad!

Edit2: The location will be somewhere in Chelsea, so make sure your node is tagged!

((A full-on RP explanation as to my physical appearance change...because "Eh, I took an RSI pill" just doesn't cut it. Also, I always wanted to blow one of these. =p))

Surely you remember the newspaper article about the Methan family and its troubles?

Co-Owners of a successful electronics company, bitterly divorced, and fighting over custody of their 11-year-old child, who's been kidnapped by masked attackers.

The mother, accused of infidelity, with pictures of her drinking and fooling around in the Hel Club...

The father, with so-called gambling debts and frequent visits to the Fight Club... in Gracy Heights.... he's accused her of being involved in the plot to kidnap his son.

Seems fishy, doesn't it? In fact, it's pretty much the backstory of the Cypherites and EPN summed up in the brief altercations of two "bluepills".

What do you think?

Or has this already been resolved and I'm behind the times? ;)

TRANSMISSIONS_DRAINER ACTIVATED. RUNNING INTERFERENCE. DOWNLOADING FILES FROM NEAREST HOSTILE TARGET.

FROM: Enforcer Johns
TO: JessiRoderick
SUBJECT: Schematics
MESSAGE: I sent you the updated Bomb Schematics. If we need to make more changes, we'll have an operative email you an Exile Leader Dossier as the signal.

-----

FROM: JessiRoderick
TO: Machine_Base_17C
SUBJECT: RE: Schematics
MESSAGE: Thanks for the schematics. Once the virus I uploaded into Charlie has done a full mind wipe I'll be able to alter as I will, then we'll be able to use the Merovingian's own bombs against him.

-----

FROM: Lady
TO: [email protected]
SUBJECT: AGENT CODE BOMB
MESSAGE: I'm having some trouble keeping the virus attached to Charlie. Any suggestions?

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FROM: [email protected]
TO: Lady
SUBJECT: RE: AGENT CODE BOMB
MESSAGE: Greetings, missus Roderick, this is Agent Gray. We understand you are experiencing technical difficulties with your mind wipe on the Merovingian operative ZippyTheSquirrel. We suggest you perform the following strategies:

Obtain a more secure connection to ZippyTheSquirrel's hovercraft.
Obtain a more secure connection to ZippyTheSquirrel's Residual Self Image.

We have had prior trials with this man and our own mind wipe virus. We will send you our virus in a later email.

Efficiently,

Agent Gray.

-----

FROM: ERROR
TO: ERROR
SUBJECT: ERROR
MESSAGE: Virus upload complete. WARNING: Anti-Virus program detected! Program file [Flood's Anti-MindWipe v. Zip2.0] is attempting to delete your virus! Running deletion program... Anti Virus program deleted. Running mind wipe..

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FROM: LadyOfCode
TO: Operator
SUBJECT: Success
MESSAGE: I did it. I didn't like it one bit, neither. Gray sent me his virus that he used a few months ago on C, and it worked like a charm. He said something about our genetic similarites being the key to controlling him. I don't know. Anyway, I'm uploading his RSI details to you now. When we have time we'll have to jack him from his hovercraft to ours.

His mind is still a bit sketchy, but once we make the full transfer, he'll be a full Machinist, ready to pump lead into the nearest Exile.

I scanned the area where I made the connection to his RSI for the final upload, and I found a Transmission Drainer. Let's hope it didn't leak anything to anyone he knows.

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FROM: ZippyTheSquirrel
TO: ZippyTheSquirrel
SUBJECT: Remind Myself
MESSAGE: My name is Charlie Roderick. My code name is Alec Romanov. My handle is Zippy the Squirrel. I work for the Merovingian. Roderick was married to a Lupine, her death was a main factor in his Awakening. Hack the Government Building computer - you'll know the one - to learn more. I send this memo to myself because I fear that the Machines are attempting a second mind wipe on me, and this time I want to be able to re-learn myself on my own. My past history cannot be vanquished so easily.

Oh, and remind myself, somebody stole my Code Bomb materials. I need them back before Flood gets on my *CENSORED* about it.

-----

FROM: LadyOfCode
TO: Transmission_Drainer
SUBJECT: delete1v2
MES937492735978234987

Any single or dual Westek 55ZAs (sp), I'll buy 'em. I'm a sucker for the model type, hate the new FM 1100s. Name your price, and I'll either match it or raise it depending on what enhancements it has.

ZippyTheSquirrel <---Recursion handle

Something is coming.

The Infection has returned.

Humans and Machines alike are threatened by this new threat.

We must band together to face this threat.

The last Friday of the Halloween Infection, we all must band together at the Camon Heights Church and purge the undead virus once and for all.

Update: Secure date and time has been set. Get your shotguns ready.

((Simple "get together" arrangement so we can all have fun together! But first, let's agree on a time.

If I accidently took someone else's event spot, please inform me.))

    The phone rang again. I excused myself to Francine and the Major and found a small private room.

    "So nice of you to decide to answer the phone," Flood's obnoxious voice filled the room. "Enjoying the weather?" I took a quick glance out the window, and noted the last portions of "sky" around the noon-area were fading from red to the normal, Unlimit-stained skies of old. Grey, with a tint of green, and already raining. I watched a drop fly down the window, until I was made aware that Flood was still talking.

    "Zion and Seraph rescued Sati," he was saying, "The General has lost his surface base to the Machines, and has fled with his tail between his legs into the Matrix. He's doing his best to get himself deleted, really, and that would be a bit of a waste." I witheld myself from reminding him that the General was concetrating Machine eyes on the Merovingian. "He's doing an even worse job of answering his phone than you are, so I need you to go tap him on the shoulder for us," he finished before snapping the connection shut. What, no goodbye? I wondered.

    My new Operator (I'm not at liberty to discuss what happened to the one that sold off all my personal possessions) signaled me when I entered the building. "I'm reading a bunch of Exile programs in there," she piped up. "Should be the General and his commandos."

    The General eyed me with a tired eye as I entered the room. The Operator later wrote in her journal about his description: "This man's face shows the scars of many hard battles." Some of his Commandos were happy to see me, but overall the situation was dire.
    "Hey, gunboy, how's the wars doing," I enquired of a passing Commando.
    "It's a tough situation, sir," he whispered back. "We've got to keep an eye out for the Machines." He excused himself to resume his patrol.
    "I'm glad you arrived, solder," the General spoke gravely. "The Machines are in pursuit. I need to split up my men. I want you to take these two -" he motioned to a pair of captains - "and get them somewhere out of the way until we work out a rendevous point."
    "Sure thing, sir," I answered, ignoring whatever snide quip Flood made in my earpiece. I turned to the two commandos and barked "Alright, folks, let's hussle!"
    "Roger that. Ready to move out, sir!" They replied.

    Once we were outside, Flood gave me orders over my earpiece. I concetrated on not stumbling my strides as he spoke so not to raise suspicions to the commandos.
    "Now," he commanded, "take those two somewhere and dispose of them, would you? It isn't as if we can hide all of those commandos of his with the Machines tracking them this closely.
    "I don't care how you do it, so long as you make it look accidental. Oh, look, I've found you some convenient Machine programs who I'm sure would happily assist."
    I acknowledged, and wave the commandos forward.

    The bullet ripped into the doorframe as I stepped in. I ducked and rolled behind a cubicle and shouted at the commandos for covering fire. All things considered, they handled themselves well.

I stood among the bodies and stared. These commandos were pretty good. I was about to report to Flood when one of the commandos keeled over. I turned to look. An Agent had entered the room. Slowly, he tracked his gun over to me. Suddenly, a blur of motion occupied the space where he stood, and the Agent and Commando were locked in battle.

    The commando fell heavily. Before the Agent could pick himself up, however, he found the cold steel of my own pistol against his temple. One dead bluepill later, Flood called me on my phone. "Finally," he breezed. I wanted to shove my pistol through my phone and out his just to shoot out his mimosa. "Oh, it seems you're attracting more Machine attention. You'd better remove them. We can't have them tracking you all over town, now, can we?"
    Just as he finished, I dropped the phone, spun around, arm outstretched with pistol firing, and dropped to one knee. Bullets ripped through the air where my head and chest once filled, while my own found their way through the face plate of the SWAT man who had tried to sneak up on me. Taking a quick glance around the room filled with gun exhaust, I quickly pillaged the commandos of whatever $information disks they held (quite a bit), and made my exit.

    I ran down the street quickly, Flood's voice ringing in my ears. "The Machines are closing in on the General. Catch up with him and explain that the Merovingian wishes to speak with him about salvaging his remaining forces." I found the building I was supposed to meet the General at -- with a few dead bluepills outside the door, and gunfire exploding from inside. I made no delay and ran inside.

    "Looks like we've got both commandos and Machines in there, and I'm betting they aren't just playing bridge together," my Operator remarked. Oh, goody, I thought, toasters to fry.

    I burst through a door and sprayed the room with my sub-machine gun. Immediately a trio of SWAT forces fell to the ground. A pair of higher ranking Machines turned their rifles on me, only to be gunned down from behind by a couple of Elite Commandos running into the room from the other door. With this section of the fight mopped up, I walked further into the offices, arms fire still sounding on another floor.
    "We're not out of the woods yet, sir. I don't know if we can hold this position much longer!" A commando on the last lines whispered to me as I entered the last room containing the General.

    "Sir," I reported to the General, "the Merovingian requests a meeting with you about the... er... status of your... ah, operations."
    "The Merovingian?" The General rubbed his chin, then nodded. "Good. We need to discuss tactics. I'll proceed at once."
    "Okay," my Operator said. "I'll send him the coordinates. You just worry about getting there." I nodded slowly, tuning my ears in to the slowly approaching sounds of gunfire. Things were looking grim. I leaned against the window lining the wall, and made a brash decision.

    Picking a piece of glass out of my hair, I signaled up Flood. "Since you've become such barricks buddies with the General," he taunted, "I'm putting you in charge of making sure that he arrives safely, and beahves himself."
    My Operator pointed out to me, "Just don't let them put a uniform on you. Life expectancy for one of the General's troops has been taking a nosedive lately.
    "That's the spot. Bunch of Exile programs on the scope," she finished.

    I walked slowly along the hallway, stepping over the bodies of wounded and dying commandos. One of them had their own room, and was being looked over by a nurse. "Just a flesh wound.... I'll manage, sir," he gasped. The nurse looked at me and subtly shook her head. Another good soldier, downed by a hopeless cause. I pardoned myself and resumed looking for the General.
    A Blood Noble guarded the door that held the meeting. From the other end, I heard the Merovingian speaking. "I'm glad to see that we are in agreement, monsieur. You will be taken toa completely secure, remote location near the surface. This is the sole means by which I can ensure your safety during this crisis. A temporary measure only, of course."
    "Hey," I said to the Noble, "I'm here for the meeting." He nodded me in, with an opinion he apparently had to share: "The General is an incompetent menace. The Oracle's time draws near..." I silently thanked Malphas for putting the weirder troops on guard detail and went on in.
    The General was speaking as I entered. "It's a risky move...but I can't argue with the logic. Machine defenses in the Matrix are too strong right now. They won't be expecting me to return to the Real this quickly."
    "Arrangements will have to be made for transportation," he added.
    The Twins piped up then. "Not sure why anyone would want to go there. Sounds dreadfully boring, really. "Too bad the old card won't be sticking around."
    I walked up to the Merovingian and, bowing my head, revealed my concerns. He refuted me, saying with a chuckle, "We must do everything we can to preserve our valuable ally, n'est-ce pas?"

    Seeing as how I didn't have much else to do, I excused myself from the building and called in to report to Flood.
    "All we have to do now is work out the technicalities of moving him and his programs between the Matrix and your world, and he'll finally be out of my hair. Some programs simply don't belong in here, operative. I don't expect you to understand such things, of course."
    "Hey, buggerbutt," I retorted, "You weren't exactly Stream-born yourself."
    "Why, even technically speaking," he called me down, "you don't belong here either, and believe me," with this I heard a sip over the crackle of the crappy phone service..

          "It shows."

No offense. Well, maybe a little. But not too much. I'm having a **bleep** of a time uninstalling Mxo. It keeps giving me crap about my Temporary folders and junk. I am angry, da? How do I get the infernal thing off?