From: DRAGONFLY           
To: ALL                 
Subject: Enter Wesley   
Date & Time: 05/13/91 13:09:41
Message Number 16781

   "Yeee- haw!"  The hovercraft skipped above the ocean at over a 
hundred fifty kilos per.  Long black hair whipped behind the goggled
smiling face.  The one-man hovercraft, emblazoned with the UraniCo 2100
trademark, skipped among the Florida islands.  He was hot, and he knew
it.
   
   Within a mile of the Tampa Radiation belt, his Geiger counter started
beeping incessantly.  He veered to the east, away from the island which
was once a city.  Some of the smaller islands there had natives trying
to get his attention.  He just laughed and went onward.
     
   He had heard from some older folks about the Den of Decadence: a 
place where nothing ruled except force.  He was going to show them a 
thing or two!  He was pretty good at karate -- he just got his green
belt.  He could take care of himself.
   
   He finally got to the ruins where the Den was located.  Remembering
the map, he wound his way until he got to the Den, and parked the
'craft.