From: SHANDRA             
To: OPUS                
Subject: My Move..      
Date & Time: 05/08/91 20:56:28
Message Number 16649

I look over at the insane little 'morph as he walks by. "Oh, no you
don't," I say, as I run quickly after him and drag him back into the
bar. "There's no town out there. In fact, there's nothing else on this
island. You planning to swim somewhere?" He doesn't really seem to
notice; in fact, he barely seems aware of what's going on around him.
"Dammit, this is too weird." I sigh and sit the confused little morph
in the nearest seat, watching for his injured behind as I do so. "You,"
I say, "stay out of trouble! I don't like babysitting." Returning my
attention to more important matters, I say to Tampa, "You remember that
little problem we had a few years back, when Ice Boy sent some of his
people over to try to move in on the Den? I think it might be a good
idea to go into the storage shed and uncrate some of the firepower they
were packing. It's probably unnecessary, but I've got this feeling, like
we might be needing it soon."