From: Roland Le Good <roland@minuet.demon.co.uk> Subject: [PW!] Caleb, NEW STORY! Date: Saturday, January 22, 2000 1:16 AM Part 1: An old friend... Caleb looked back at Fuschia docks. He saw the crowd of people which was sprawling over the whole dock area. He had got onto a cruise ship and was heading to Cinnabar. This journey normally took under a day if you were lcuky, but this cruise was designed to take two days to arrive, it gave thr passengers more time to relax, and boy did Caleb need to relax. Now he could rest, no more Murderers, no more assasination attempts, no more psychos... In the engine room something stirred. A man, hiding in a dark corner observed as an engineer walked past him. It was almost time to strike, but first he needed exercise. He crept out from, the shadows and moved silently behind the engineer. As he extended a hand to his victims neck the engineer turned around. " OH MY G-" The engineer's body slumped to the ground, his neck broken. " Ready or not..." Caleb was having a great day. He had been swimming and had sunbathed earlier, now he was looking for the bar. He had changed his usual atire to something more suited to a holdiay. He wore a yellow hawaien shirt and blue shorts. He had a nice pair of sunglasses too. As he approached the bar door he was made aware of someone causing mayhem at the other end of the deck. A tall man, with a beret and wearing a black and rd uniform was pulling a gun out of his coat. " Oh shi-" Caleb began but was knocked down by someone from behind. The gunshots missed. Caleb squirmed around and stared Ilanna in the face. " Well don't we meet in the strangest of places?" Ilanna said. " What thell is going on?!" Caleb yelled. " I'll tell you later, but now just run!" They rushed through the bar just as the gunman entered. He fired at them but missed. They hid for a while in a dark room. " OK Caleb, here's the rundown; That guy is named Billy Mondake AKA Gunlore. He's ex-SAS, a real soldier. After he was kicked out of his unit he began killing for money. He still wears the beret though. Very proffesional and very well trained, an expert marksman, even better than you, Caleb," " Yeah, nice to see you too," " Oh yeah, how's your holiday?" Ilanna smiled suddenly. " Ummm...what do you think? Why are you o board anyway?" "| I was assigned to stop Mondake killing you..." " Uh-huh, well I need my gun back from security, where the hell is security anyway?" " Getting killed I'd imagine, come on, let's get you outta here. Take this," She offered him a gun. " Thanks," He took it and cocked it. " Let's go bag us some SAS," " Ex-SAS, Caleb," " Whatever," " We'll have to be careful, I don t intend to fight him wearing this," Caleb realized that Ilanna was wearing a small biccini top and thin skirt, not good protection against bullets. " But your corpse'll look nice," Caleb smiled. " Funny," Ilanna's face didn't change. " Ahem, of course, let's go," Caleb finished. They left their hiding place and moved across the deck. *click* Caleb span around and saw Mondake on a higher deck level. " GET DOWN!" Caleb started shooting and Mondake was forced into the shadows. " You can't run from Gunlore Caleb!" Mondake yelled. " You soul of the gun shall kill you!" " Soul of the gun?" Caleb asked Ilanna as they ran. " It's kind of his motto, he's strange like that," " Go figure..." They jumped to safety and tried to find a staircase. " Here, this door should take us down," Ilanna yelled. they heard Mondake running across the lower deck. " GO!" Caleb slammed the door shit and bloted it. " That should buy us some time, now, l's find away outta here..."