From: SHANDRA             
To: SAAVIK              
Subject: Trouble?       
Date & Time: 04/29/91 00:48:56
Message Number 16271

Trouble brewing somewhere nearby? That's putting it mildly. My tail
twitches up over my shoulder and I start gnawing on the end of it--
an old habit I've never been able to break. "Something weird's going
down around here. My guess is it's something to do with a bunch of
mercenary special-forces types. Someone certainly seems to have had
a falling out with our friend over there. Even odds that it doesn't
involve us directly. We just happen to be in the crossfire. It still
don't add up, though. Something don't feel right." I twitch my tail back
down where it belongs and coil it around my leg, to resist the
temptation to start biting it again. "I don't know," I say again
unnecessarily. "This has a real funny vibe to it, not military, not
spook, not S.A.G., but I still got this feeling like things are getting
set to go shitstorm on us. We still got that emergency generator in the
shed? I think I'll have Louis start tying things down. Where's Robert?"
I look over to his table and notice that the young lady--what was her
name?--isn't there any more. He hasn't returned from his ritual morning
walk yet, either...oh, great. Fine time to think about getting laid, I
think to myself. Bastard. I notice my tail has come unwound and is
lashing the air behind me. All this time and that sonofabitch can still
get to me. "Well, I got stuff to do, so I won't detain you. I'll keep
my eyes open, though. Be careful."