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Posted by Short Round from 1Cust186.tnt3.fort-lauderdale.fl.da.uu.net on July 27, 1999 at 09:12:35:

In Reply to: I WANNA WRITE 32!!!!!! posted by Short Round on July 27, 1999 at 09:09:29:

: : Fiddler walked accross the street and into a shop of sorts. Speaking in fluid Polish he asked:
: : "Do you have a phone I could use?"
: : "That depends on what you need to use it for." The shopkeeper answered, smirking.
: : "I said: Do YOU have a phone?" Fiddler practicaly whispered in an icy-soft tone.
: : "Yu... Yess sir..." the shopkeeper stuttered as he lifted a phone from behind the counter, placing it right in front of the Fiddler.
: : Spinning up a number in the old rotary-style phone, he gave the shopkeeper a look that said: 'get lost.' Upon noticing the look the keeper did just that and went into a back room.
: : Switching to english the Fiddler spoke into the phone as he heard the line go live.
: : "Deirdre, this is the Fiddler I need some things."
: : "What kind of things?"
: : "Equipment mostly, though I am going to need some hardware along with it, you got any connections with arms dealers over here?"
: : "Okay, yeah, Let's see... Where are you."
: : "I don't know, some little shop in Warsaw."
: : "Alright listen up I have somebody you can get a hold of...."
: : She went on to explain how to get there and told him that this guy could provide about anything he needed.
: : "There is one other thing I need Deirdre."
: : "What's that?"
: : "You, I need YOU over HERE in-case Nobody figures out that this is more than just another intelegence game with Micah's people."

: : ---

: : "How long will recovery be doc?" Indiana Jerico asked with a worried look on his face.
: : "Iee, doen know," the doctor replied in heavily accented english, "too, meybee tree weeks. An' den ony... uhhh... how you say... no much?"
: : "Limited." Jerico offered.
: : "Yah, limted uuse."
: : Sighing Indy Jerico stepped out of the hospital room as he lifted Meg's cell phone.
: : "Short Round. Jerico here, we are at the hospital Meg's hurt I'll come get you, be there in a few.... Shorty...? Is anybody there?"

: : ---

: : Holding their breath Aragorn, Indy, and Short Round waited in silence. Each of them was thinking as loud as they could:
: : "Please don't notice the trap door! Please." Then realizing how worthless such a thought could be they rethought it and started thinking: "D@mn that phone, why had it had to ring at such an inopertune time?" Whomever had called them couldn't have had any idea how terrible a time it had been to place the call.
: : Holding the phone tight to his ear Short Round could hear Jerico on the other end, but couldn't reply for fear of being heard by the goons who were walking just above their heads.
: : Moving down the tunnel in the near-complete darkness, Indy waved to the other two, to follow him. Finding a sharp corner in the tunnel, not far from the trap door-entrance they had been standing under, an idea hit Indy. Turning around he walked back to Shorty, took the phone from him, and punched in a number that made the phone ring as thought somebody was calling to it.
: : As soon as it rang he tossed in directly under the trap door and pushed Aragorn and Shorty around the corner in the tunnel.

: : ---

: : Stepping into another shop, much like the one he had made a phone call from, the Fiddler looked around, taking the place in, then stepped up to the counter and slapped it several times very quickly.
: : "I'm comming, I'm comming!" came a voice, speaking Polish, from some other room of the shop.
: : "Hurry up, I don't have a lot of time!" Called the Fiddler, showing no emotion at all other than those manifest in his choice of words.
: : Walking up to Fiddler a little old Polish man asked:
: : "What can I help you with?"
: : "I need equipment and arms and you are going to give it to me."
: : "Who says so?"
: : "Deirdre does." Retorted the Fiddler, noting the fear that momentarily washed over the old man's face at the mention of the name Deirdre.
: : "Alright what do you need?" The old man inquired, still speaking Polish.
: : "I need two Glocks, a 19 and a 26, a shoulder holster for the 19 and an ankle holster for the 26." Pausing to see if the old man had any objections, the Fiddler studied the old man's face then continued: "Four mag holders and four 10 round mags for the 19, plus one 17 round mag with one of those 2 round extensions. A flack-jacket, level 3. A MP-10...."
: : The Fiddler went on to tell the old man everything he needed. When he finished the old man turned around without a word and walked into the back room. He was gone for almost 10 minutes, then he returned carrying a large cardboard box that now contained all the equipment the Fiddler required.
: : "Load the mags." The Fiddler commanded, then without any reservation, took off his jacket, his shirt and undid his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. Slipping the flack-jacket over his undershirt and boxer-briefs, he pulled his pants back up and put back on his shortsleeve collared shirt. He then grabed the shoulder holster from the box and proceded to put it on. Replacing his jacket, he slipped one of the 10 round mags into the 19, worked the action, pressed the mag-release lever, caught the mag, replaced the shell that had been chambered, and then shoved the mag back into the pistol.
: : "You wouldn't happen to have some cars out back would you?" the Fiddler inquired as he completed arming himself by loading the Glock 26 and strapping it into the ankle holster he had placed on his ankle, under his pant-leg.
: : "Yes... But..."
: : "An Audi, what kinds of engines you got in your Audis?"
: : The old man described the engine of the only Audi he had.
: : "That ought to do where are the keys?"




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