Date Posted:04:43:53 12/21/01 Fri Author: Rave Subject: >>>> In reply to:
Ferguson
's message, "Ferguson rolls the dice..." on 23:50:13 12/20/01 Thu
Rave keeps crawling down the vent, shes surprisingly starting to enjoy herself and starts whistling a tune. Of caorse Rave does take precautions she isnt nieve, not at all, she has a small hand gun at her waist allthough she prefers to use her hands but the gun does come in use full sometimes. She does not find it necessary too have it in her grasp as she isnt really concerned for herself which may or may not be a good thing.
As she whistles she listens very hard for the man she has followed, any sign of him what- so-ever any breathing or feet on metal. Rave can't hear any sound so she assumes he has either slowed right down, stopped or has reached an exit. Her whistleing becomes louder suddenly and it echoes "musn't be to near an exit then" she assummes. "I cant see a thing" she says before she bangs her head on the roof to look behind her and curses once more. Rave ignores the little bit of pain and crawls onward.
