Tagged To: Krak, Johan, P.
GENSTAT number: 3447-1051-7396.
Date Assigned: 10/12/2358
Monitoring Period: INDEFINITE.
Date: 10/12/2358 Time: 02:32
LOCATION - LAP - CELL 666
VISUAL SCAN - Subject is wearing dirty blue jeans, a black tank top, a black jean jacket, and black "wrecker" style boots. He is wearing a type I locater (belt worn handset).
EM SCAN - Is not possible, due to the location. All scanners in this cell are down.
Krak pours over a datapad at a beat up rickity table. This cell looks more like a holding pen than living quarters. Every inch is littered with refuse of one kind or another. The furniture, if it can be called that, is either castoffs or badly homemade. Parker Myerson, alias "The Leach", is crashed out in one corner. Leach is in his late twenties, just over six feet tall, overweight by a hundred pounds and sluglike in appearance. One eye opens from under the arm that sags across Leach's brow. LEACH Hey, Johan. How come we can't take some of that money we're making from the crystal and spend it on better digs? KRAK For the millionth time, Leach, better digs mean monitors. Monitors means surveillance. Surveillance means trouble. LEACH How come we can't at least buy a better couch? This one sucks. It hurts my back. KRAK I have enough trouble getting you to do anything now. If I got you a better couch you'd spend ALL your time sleeping. Christ we might as well put you in hibernation now. No one would know the difference. LEACH Maybe I'm tired all the time because I can't get any GOOD sleep. KRAK Maybe you're just a lazy fuck. LEACH (whines) Joooohhhhaaaaann. KRAK Stop whinning! Jesus you're worse than a woman. LEACH Come on Johan get me a new couch. KRAK Alright! If it will shut you up I'll get you a new couch. Leach smiles and closes his one eye. Heavy rythmic breathing soon betrays a sleeping Leach. KRAK That is if I ever get out of this hole.
Date: 10/22/2358 Time: 03:43
LOCATION - LAP - Maintenance Tube 23
VISUAL SCAN - Subject is wearing dirty blue jeans, a t-shirt, a black stained sweatshirt, and black "wrecker" style boots. He is wearing a type I locater (belt worn handset).
EM SCAN - Is not possible, due to the location. All scanners in this cell are down.
Krak squirms between fiber optic cable bundles at a juncture of two tubes. The tubes are only about a two meters high and carved from the living rock. Krak finds a junction box and takes a seat. After a few seconds Krak hear's the sound of huffing and puffing and after a few seconds Vilson emerges from the gloom of the poorly lit tunnel. VILSON Jesus, Krak, why do you always have to pick such difficult spots. Krak roars in anger. KRAK Because my partners are a bunch of fuck ups! Vilson holds up his hands in fear as Krak stands with bood in his eyes. VILSON Steady, Krak. I didn't do anything. KRAK Then why is the whole station after me! VILSON I don't know. Maybe it's that Ironwood character. KRAK If I find out you spilled your guts to Stryker it's going to take you a week to die. Vilson pales. VILSON Look Krak, I'm a shadow. Nobody's getting anything out of me. Krak stares at Vilson trying to read him. After a few seconds he sits again. KRAK You better be right Vilson. Walking Dude's coming on board. Vilson wavers as though he's dizzy. VILSON Walking Dude? KRAK He's pissed. VILSON Pissed? KRAK Between Donovan and the Watcher he's not to happy. VILSON What did the Watcher do? KRAK He got caught. VILSON Oh, shit. KRAK Oh, shit is right. He's not supposed to exist. VILSON What does Walking Dude want us to do? KRAK He doesn't want US to do anything. He wants to take care of things himself... So... You called me. What do you want. VILSON You still haven't told me what you want to do about Donvan's little bitch? Should I ace her? KRAK Fuck no! Are you out of your mind. This place is hot enough. We don't need another body to screw us up. How much does she know? VILSON I've been keeping tabs on her diary. I don't think she knows anything. KRAK Then stay away from her. Keep watching. If it turns out she knows something then we'll take care of her then. VILSON All right. Krak stands and turns to go. KRAK Stay sharp Vilson. I wouldn't fuck up while the Dude's on board. Krak chuckles as he leaves a shivering Vilson.
Date: 11/04/2358 Time: 03:43
LOCATION - LAP - CELL 666
VISUAL SCAN - Subject is wearing dirty blue jeans, no shirt, and black sneakers. He is wearing a type I locater (belt worn handset).
EM SCAN - Is not possible, due to the location. All scanners in this cell are down.
Krak, Vilson and Leach sit before the beat up vid screen that hangs off one wall. They are all wearing horrified disgusted expressions. LEACH I think I'm gonna be sick. KRAK Frakin' brains man he was eating people! VILSON I can't believe he smeared him. LEACH I think I'm gonna be sick. KRAK Don't you dare puke Leach, I swear to God I'll wipe it up with you if you do. VILSON He was eating people. There is the sound of a match being lit and the three men nearly fall off the trashed couch they are sitting on. They spin to find Walking Dude framed in the doorway. To a man they turn white. Dude lights a cigar. WALKING DUDE So how did you like my little home video? What do you think about the composition. The lighting sucked, but what can you do. LEACH I didn't think the lighting was that ba- oooffff Krak elbows Leach in the side. KRAK Shut up Leach. Idiot. VILSON How's it going Dude? Long time no see. The Dude steps into the room and the door hisses closed behind him. WALKING DUDE It was supposed to be longer than this, but because you clowns insist upon fucking up the simplest tasks I'm forced to be some place I don't want to be. KRAK It's not our fault! VILSON Yeah! It's that Ironwood dude! LEACH You're not going to smear us are you? Oooffff. Krak elbows Leach again. WALKING DUDE Why didn't you space the body? Make it look like an accident? Done something half way imaginative? The three trade dim looks. WALKING DUDE No you morons had to bang him on the back of the head and leave him for security. KRAK What do you want us to do now? The Dude takes a drag off of his cigar and contemplates his men. WALKING DUDE Keep Ironwood and Stryker looking for you. Don't get caught. I want them concentrating on you while we set up Genesis for the assault. VILSON He's been putting a lot of pressure on us. He's even got a couple of the fangs after us. LEACH I can't even go out to get food! WALKING DUDE You can use a diet you fat fuck. I don't want to hear you whining... Let me put it this way. If I have to come back because one of you idiots got caught you're all going to be a lot thinner. Just ask the Watcher. The three men turn white again. Walking Dude blows a cloud of smoke at them, spins on a heel and exits the cell.
Date: 11/05/2358 Time: 07:03 LOCATION - LAP - CELL 666
VISUAL SCAN - Subject is wearing boxer shorts and a tank top.
EM SCAN - Is not possible, due to the location. All scanners in this cell are down.
Krak is passed out on a lump of material that one might call a mattress. Leach has sunk so far into the couch that is stuck against one wall that he looks as though he has become part of it. A digital cricket begins to chirp at the communications console in the data center on one wall. Krak stirs. The infernal cricket's noise refuses to stop and Krak is forced to rise. He stumbles over to the data center and punches a button. Corp Lavalle's face coaleces on the screen.
CORP LAVALLE God, there's a scary sight, Krak in his boxers. KRAK What the fuck do you want Harpy. You woke me up. CORP LAVALLE I need a doctor... a shadow doctor, now. KRAK What's a matter you pregnant. CORP LAVALLE Cute. KRAK I only got one in my cell and he's for emergencies only. CORP LAVALLE I've got an emergency. KRAK Yeah? What? Corp Lavalle looks hesitant to answer. Krak frowns. KRAK Come on Harpy you woke me up. What's the fucking problem? CORP LAVALLE The Dude is busted up pretty bad. He has internal bleeding. Is that enough of an emergency for you? I'm sure he'll appreciated all this dicking around. Krak goes white. KRAK Shit! Where is he? Is he with you? CORP LAVALLE Get me a doctor Krak and then call me back. The monitor goes blank. A shaken Krak begins to power up his computer and go through his files.
