From: Insanellama <insanellama316@yahoo.com> Subject: [PW!] Delta recieves new orders Date: Wednesday, September 01, 1999 7:17 PM Delta was getting thoroughly tired of waiting on his partner to show up. Finally, he got up, and stormed out the door. Just then, his com-link beeped. "Looks like no one had enough of a death wish to help train your sorry ass." said a male secretary on the other end of the com. "You're gonna just have to fly solo for a while. Make a name for yourself. Find your own jobs, we don't have time to process your orders." Well, looks like he was on the short end of the stick for now. That was fine with him, he knew if he kept tugging long enough and hard enough, he'd be the victor. He jogged into the forest, heading northeast toward Mt. Moon. He need not make any pretense about moving quietly. After years as a woodsman, and the honing of his skills by his time in the seals, the movements came naturally, and he left very little trail to follow. The sun was high, and beating down on the canopy above him. It spurred him on, into a brisk run, occasionally branches slid around his chest. At midnight, he lay down under a tree, and slept. At four A.M. he awoke, and resumed his run again. The sun was just beginning to peek its weary rays over the horizon, like a child in a crib. Clouds began to shroud the sky, and thunder loomed just over event horizon. "Doom and gloom hath once again come to the House of Usher." said Delta aloud to noone in particular. "Ah, Poe, I could almost see your hand in this sunrise. 'Tis fitting indeed that the beginning of my journey begin shrouded in nightmare." Delta stopped running, and took a moment to admire his surroundings. He took a deep breath, and took of again, refreshed and on his second wind. Mt. Moon shoed its ashen face only a few moments later. TBC -Insanellama