------------------------------------------------------------------------ [s] The best laid plots of furry-tailed rats (13/13) Newsgroups: alt.devilbunnies From: adm@accessone.com (Chit) Message-ID: <57h2ia$8rb@kanga.accessone.com> Reply-To: DEVILBUNNIES-L@xmission.com Date: Wed, 27 Nov 1996 21:38:55 GMT Organization: hashing with chaining Chit didn't remember much of the escape. To be more accurate, he didn't *observe* much of the escape, because he felt completely exhausted, and his eyes seemed to be swelling shut. But he stumbled along as best he could, as Zander led them through bright places, and dark places, and then a noisy place, and then more dark places, and, well, you get the picture. After a while there was some shouting, and a bit of the high-pitched whirr of badly-tuned lasers firing, and then the distinctive ca-chunk of a transport door closing and the hum of the engines as they drove off down the tunnel. "Chit?" Zander called from the cockpit. "What?" Chit croaked. "We made it!" "Cool," he sighed, and passed out. He woke up in the UCirc infirmary, and immediately regretted it. He managed to get some painkillers after only a little screaming in agony, and then laid back in drugged languor until he had a visitor. It was Derek, somewhat to his surprise. "Hi, Chit! [flick]" his co-worker said, "Gee, you really screwed that one up!" "Bleargh," Chit replied. "At least you brought the transport back in one piece. I fixed up the files for you. [flick] I've always wanted to learn how to do that, but I never really had an excuse..." "How?" Derek fidgeted. "I'd really have to show you," he said, "But anyway, Wally and I managed to cover the whole thing up. Said you'd been injured in a fight with some scout." "Thanks." "Yeah, you can thank us by not ever pulling this kind of stunt again." Chit grinned, and Derek giggled, "Well, not for a while, at least. It's my turn! [hurtflick] But anyway, I didn't come here to chat." "Why not?" "With YOU? [ickflick]" Chit rolled his eyes, and Derek continued. "You got a tightbeam. From..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, and glanced around to make sure no one was looking, "Teral." Chit frowned. "Give it to me." Derek handed him a small scrap of computer printout, which read: ******** Tightbeam to Chit ******** ***** Nutcracker 0.9b encryption ***** ["Jesus", Chit remarked, "We still have that lying around?"] ["Yeah, don't ask me why. I don't think anyone ever used it."] From: Teral Acorn Re: new orders Do NOT attempt to contact me at my listed address. TWarren is under devilbunny control and I'm still listed as being there. [chitter] I'm working on that. If you need to contact me, send to this address, and be sure to encrypt it. And you *will* need to contact me. [flick] I've told all the other field agents to send their reports through you. I don't want to compromise this location, and it doesn't have any sort of security or redirection. [flick] ["Gah! Wha! Oh, wait, I can just disable tightbeam logging."] I know you'll probably want to do something drastic, but just sit tight! [flick] We've been hurt bad, but we're not out of it yet. Later, Teral ********** End tightbeam and encryption *********** "I knew you were a spy," Derek said when he saw Chit was finished. "I'm not a spy," Chit said, folding up the message and stuffing it into one of his pouches, which were stacked next to the bed. "I just told him I was a spy so he'd help me out a while back." "You invaded a bunny warren to report in," Derek said, "And now you're going to relay all the other spies' messages. I know you will." "So?" "So you're a spy. [qedflick]" "Fine. And you're a conspirator. Happy?" "Yep. [flick]" == Chit ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Usenet Web 1.0.3 (development) / webmaster@netimages.com