From: Thatguyty <thatguyty@hotmail.com> Subject: Re: [PW] A New Computer and the Mystery File Date: Thursday, September 30, 1999 7:40 PM In article <7t0pci$43k$1@nntp5.atl.mindspring.net>, "Pipian" <pipian@mindspring.com> wrote: > Meanwhile, back at PODA HQ Score was sitting on his bed pondering the days events. He drew a blank. His music was cranked. Outside, a passerby heard the music. He ran a hand through his peacock blue hair. "Gotta find that sound." That passerby was Slake. Slake ran towards the direction of the music. He stopped at what seemed to be the source of the music. "P... O... D... A...," Slake said to himself as saw the help wanted sign, "Detectives wanted." Slake cracked open the door to the building. No one was at the front desk at the time. He heard punk music blaring from a staircase. He walked silently up the stairs and down the hall. He peeked into Score's room. Score noticed him immediately and ran to stop the intruder. Slake realized he was in trouble and turned and bolted. Score, being the taller and more fit of the two, easily outran Slake and scissor kicked him at the top of the stairs. Slake tumbled down the 10 or so stairs and lay in a heap at the bottom. Score called for the rest of the PODA and soon everyone was assembled in a circle around the stranger. Score gave him a nudge with his foot, "Hey buddy, what's the big deal?" "I... I..." said Slake, stumbling, "Can I have a job?" "What's this?" asked Score, hunching over Slakes backpack. He reached in and grabbed a CD player. Popping open the case he noticed the Rammstein CD. "The new guy's with me." A few minutes later, Score was showing Slake around his room. "Where do you want to sleep tonight?" asked Score. "I'm liking that balcony," said Slake, "I love the outdoors." Jamie, John, Tiki, Pipian, and Lewis peaked into the room. "We wanna talk to Slake." Slake explained his pathetic past to the group and his desire to get his Pokémon back from Team Rocket. Jamie twirled her hair nervously. Slake showed them his dozens of computers and explained his hacker connections. Later that evening, Score and Slake took a walk to the police station to get their detective licenses. Both enrolled in various training courses as well. Both hated their license pictures. It was some time before Slake and Score thought about sleeping, as they bounced around madly to their neo punk thrash rock metal music. TBC -- ~Thatguyty Webmaster of "Tracking Mew" http://mew.upnetwork.com =) Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy.