<<I'd also like to see some possible action from players with active
characters>>

Just trying to get back into character...

***

Stone hit send and sent the RFI out onto the net where it would be
picked up by Delta Green's network of online agents and eventually,
forwarded to A-cell. Under normal circumstances, he'd have pulled the
Company's files on Frontier Biologic himself, but as this was a Night
at the Opera and he was officially on vacation, it would almost
certainly be safer to use A-cell's own people in Langley. He didn't
know who they were, but he knew they existed;- ghosts in the
machine.

Stone leaned back in his chair wearily and rubbed his eyes. Twenty-
eight hours since he'd last slept - perhaps he could squeeze in forty
winks or so before he met with his mark at the University. He'd
'recruited' the grad student whilst posing as a salesman for a
manufacturer of cutting edge security systems, attempting to make a
sale at the School of Biotechnology. It was one of his 'off the
books' covers - one the Company didn't know about. He'd picked out
the mark because he was doing an internship at Frontier - they'd got
talking over coffees in the cafeteria about how hard-up he was -
pressures of paying off his loans and so on. Stone told the mark he
could get him cut-price PC parts - as long as the student would help
*him* out with a little something.

The mark thought he was telling Stone about Frontier's security
system so he could prepare a sales pitch to the firm - naturally
Stone was taping the conversations, and naturally, he'd be using them
to blackmail the mark into helping them break into the premises if
and when it came to that. On the off chance that he blabbed to
Frontier security, he was spending a few hours everyday living the
salesman cover - arranging appointments at companies, meeting with
their procurement people, and usually fucking up the presentation
somehow so he wouldn't get saddled with an order for 500 passive
infrared detectors that he couldn't fulfill.

The rest of the time he spent sifting through the material the Feds
were bringing in from their surveillance of Frontier - compiling an
employee list, gathering information on the principals - where they
lived, who they hung out with - all the usual stuff. He had 5-0
looking through the lists for employees who had a criminal record. 5-
0 were also passing him information about pressure groups on the
island - environmentalists, the anti-genetic engineering crowd,
Ruckus Society - anyone useful that they could leak evidence of wrong
doing on Frontier's part to at short notice.

Stone checked his watch. 23:10. It would be just past four in the
morning in Chicago where his ex-wife lived. He sipped at the Scotch
in his hand, sighed heavily, and then broke into a wide grin. Time to
give the bitch a call. As he reached for the reciever, it rang
suddenly. Cursing, he picked it up.

"Yeah?" he said, necking the last of the scotch.

"FRANKLYN. I just talked to Cruz - something's happened".

***