You wrote: 

On Tue, 7 Nov 1995, The Blue Tigress wrote:

"I am *NOT* CUTE!"

	What's so bad about being cute? I'd like to be cute!

	Isabel Arantes

_Cute_ is for toys and small children.  Personally, I'd rather be 
_deadly_! <g>

	Cute is deadly.  My girlfriend makes me listen to the Beatles and 

other bad groups that should have died when they died.  And also 

annoying 

singers such as Mariah Carey and Paul Simon.  Heh.

RR [Geen at Large]

    (Bents glad Basile ain't around, that crack about Mariah not 
nice....:/)


    Except from The Hunt for AlberCrombie

    .beep...
    .beep....beeeep....

    "Movement..."
    Bentley looked over his shoulder, motion tracker in one hand, 
sidearm in the other. "Where?" He asked.
    King latched the saftey down to fire on his rifle, the motion 
tracker attached to said hip mounted rifle blinked and beeped. He 
slowly turned on his heel and went down to one knee. The rifle attached 
to his right hip unlocked from it's housing and allowed for more free 
movement. His dark eyes only left the tracker for one moment, to look 
down the narrow dark hallway they had just transgressed. "Behind us, 
can't get an acurate fix."
    Bentley turned on the light that dangled from his belt and pointed 
it down the open hallway. The light passed over the ransacked hallway 
of the underground bunker. Doors that lined the walls were smashed in, 
wall panels pulled back and giant holes in the floor. He adjusted the 
comm set that adorned the left side of his head and slid the mic down 
to his mouth. "Anyone else got anything?" He asked in the mic.
    "Zippo," RR replied. "Damon?"
    "Nada, Steve's checking the armory, we don't need this one stinkin 
gopher, we got enough money for all."
    ...beeeep.....beeeeppp.....bbbeeeeeppp....
    "I'll take that under advisment," Sapphire's voice retorted. "He 
called me _cute_, he's mine!"
    King blinked and looked the hallway. The rifle's HUD appeared in 
front of his eyes, giving them a white glow. The HUD from the rifle 
gave him was all he needed. "Tell her to get down here then, solid 
movement. 20 meters, heading straight up."
    "O.k, listen up every one." Bentley waited for silence. "If anyone 
would like a piece of this gopher get down to deck 30. Gopher Huntin 
ho."
    "YESSS!"
    They all crindged at the volume of Sapphire's voice and turned down 
their volumes down.
    "I hate this job," Bentley muttered and slammed stun rounds into 
his sidearm.
    King chuckled. "Oh an easy hop and catch he says, ha."


    Fin

    Now back to the Beginning part 3ish....


    Bents

    Waiting for his cut of the money... :)