From: SHANDRA             
To: OPUS                
Subject: Humph!         
Date & Time: 05/14/91 01:03:36
Message Number 16800

Oh, God. Just what I need. "You stay right there," I tell the tailless
'morph. "The last thing I need right now is someone who's playing with
a few cards missing handling a gun around me. Capische?" Lordy, that'd
be just fuggin' great...this guy loose with a gun in the middle of a
firefight. "Besides, I'm not sure that anything is going to happen. I
just want to be ready if it does, you know?" My tail flicks up over my
shoulder; I catch myself starting to chew on its tip again and coil it
firmly around my waist. "I think I'm going to go outside and take a look
around," I say to Tampa. "This little screwball must've come from some-
where, and the more I think about this the more I bet there's a number o
people who're probably really anxious to find him again. My guess is
that he's AWOL from a merc outfit. Maybe the bunch that did that New
Panama job, maybe not. Either way, if they want him back in a bad enough
way we might find ourselves with a problem." I shrug, and walk toward
the door. "And you," I say, pointing at the little morph, "STAY PUT!"
I walk outside, tail lashing behind me.