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Date Posted: 22:16:58 08/11/02 Sun
Author: Chester Mann
Subject: Dekaminute
In reply to: Chester Mann 's message, "Backwards" on 20:42:12 08/09/02 Fri

"Derris, Richard." "Chester" read the name on the ID card aloud softly. He wish he still had his suit...and it's powers. Specially crafted to have "Author" skills, it provided him with disguises and Grigori-esque reality-warping...but no longer. The suit itself couldn't alter physically, providing little aid for "Chester's" fugitivity. He wished he could tweak the ID card to help him even more, but it was out of the question. Another bend and the Grigoris would know exactly where he was, if they didn't already. He pocketed the card and slipped out of his booth.

The bar's regulars were too drunk to care about the lockdown, while a group of waitresses were huddled around a security monitor. The bartender, Mikey, was simply cleaning a glass, as if the hysteria outside wasn't even going on.

Would they care that the Hub's quarry was right there? Probably the scared servers, but not the intoxicated. "Chester" didn't mind. He liked the anonymity.

The mission. He needed back in that relay station. But how? He was why security was going nuts. Some idea would pop in his head at some point. Right? He hoped so.

The agent of a higher "authority" slipped out into the docking bay, pondering his options.

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