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PAST RIDES
March 2000
Code name:
Beware the RIdes of March >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING WARNING <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
THIS REPORT WAS FOUND IN THE BELONGINGS OF A SUSPECTED DOUBLE AGENT.
WE HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THERE ARE OTHERS. THE AUTO NETWORK IS ALWAYS
ATTEMPTING TO INFILTRATE THE MASS. KNOW YOUR ENEMY. TAKE WHATEVER PRECAUTIONS
ARE NECESSARY TO FUTHER THE PROGRESS OF THE CAUSE. -STOP- >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
As the operatives descended upon their current established meeting stronghold,
they assumed the posture of a coincidental gathering, arriving in groups
of one or two agents at a time. The suspects were dressed in plain clothes
and possessed no defining traits other than a few noted tattoos, some
vigorous scarring on the elbows and knees, and a general wind-blown
appearance. The methods of propulsion they utilized were of the "bicycle"
kind, having two or more wheels and lacking any known internal combustion
units. This fact does not rest easy with the network coordinator, as
his mission is to ensure that all humankind is dependent on his steady
supply of oil products. These renegades are like sabots in his machine.
It should be noted that some of these "bicycles" were of superior quality,
formed from the newest space technology, while the great many of those
present chased around on older, battle-worn models. We noticed that
some craft had been modified to better conform to their urban environment
by plastering the sides with stickers and propaganda so as to distract
the eyes of onlookers and compliment their escape if needed. After collecting
suspiciously in an automobile parking area, the suspects began nervously
circling as if to signal the MASS with their strange dance. Instantly
the vehicles departed onto the surface streets as if composed of one
solid body. Traveling through the inner district, their membrane members
reacted with the combustion engine units like the plague they impersonated.
The arteries of our tar rivers clogged with their presence. Informants
reported separate sightings on numerous different residential veins
of the network. Some agents also returned reports, at great risk, of
the MASS passing through the Kietzke corridor, parading on the grounds
of our higher learning indoctrination institute (UNR), and eventually
coming to a brief rest at one of our many Asian international refueling
barges. Luckily, the riders failed to keep a close watch on their craft
and we had the opportunity to implant homing beacons onto many of them
while they were inside the "Siamese Hut." >>Special note… The Siamese
hut has now been bugged in case the MASS should reside there again to
refuel.<< From here, the suspects evaded capture by dividing back into
camouflaged cells, undetectable and lost in the civilian population.
We believe that many of the homing beacons were discovered and disposed
of. Over the course of the evening, numerous new agents were added to
our list of accomplices and still no identifiable leader has been isolated.
We expect another mission to materialize soon, judging by the intercepted
transmissions we received from the departing cells.
December 1999
Mission: December 1999 Code Name; Colder than a Polar Bear's mASS To
keep our Reno Squadron fresh in their ability, the alliance occasionally
sends down requests for obscure actions to be accomplished, in part
to test the versatility of the agents and as well as to get a positive
indication of our member's sense of duty. Without monthly reminders,
we fear that the cells may retire into a sluggish life and be unable
or apathetic to the cause. They would then be highly susceptible to
the propaganda campaign unleashed by the A.U.T.O. network. This would
be unacceptable. Failure, in these matters, is not an option. Since
we know that the cyclist division of the Reno Squadron, situated at
the base of the Sierra Range in Nevada, loves a Spartan challenge, this
December we spread the word to arrive at "the Deux" and be ready for
a winter ride. The mission outline: To complete the monthly meeting
in nothing more than boxer shorts or the squadron-issue 'red elf shorts.'
(Thoughtfully requisitioned by Special Agent Mike Colpo.) We thought
this would be a reasonable request since the weather forecast was favoring
evening temperatures of just below freezing. The cells arrived and many
had adorned their conduits with pro-alliance slogans, to the great pleasure
of the squadron propaganda coordinators. Some pilots had installed 'x-mass'
lights on their craft so as to distinguish themselves from the pack.
In order to show their virtue, for the glory of their hearts, the patriots
shed their winter layers and mounted their battlewagons in the prescribed
attire. In a matter of moments the mission was underway. As if made
of some metallic conglomeration, of a human fluid, the clot swarmed
into the heart of the network, to the amusement of the civilian population.
The automobile bourgeois class was sufficiently intimidated by the cycling
division's honorable feat. Freezing limbs and hypothermia wreaked havoc
on the bodies of the pilots quickly, and the endurance displayed by
the Reno Wing of our great alliance has been noted for posterity. Recommendations
have been requested for many of the riders. Special Agent Nicole Sallaberry,
the only female pilot to attend, has a medal coming her to her for her
general amazingness. She successfully kept our male riders from getting
too cocky. Good work. Several circuits were made around the inner corridor
as well as arterial evasions into the outlying area, including a reconnaissance
mission around the ice rink. The December MASS was one of the most successful
missions on record. To celebrate their bravery, as well as stimulate
the resuscitation of their hypothermic appendages, numerous spiked beverages
were consumed at 'the Deux.' Postscript: No encounters with THE MAN
were reported by any of the pilots. The A.U.T.O. network is retreating.
We are winning. Take the Lane and we shall succeed.
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