From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley )
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [BHK] You rang...?
Keywords: Marke
Message-ID: <1992Oct13.183046.1093@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>
Date: 13 Oct 92 18:30:46 GMT
References: <003129z.3.718991066@ace.acadiau.ca>

Johnny said "I wonder when the reporter's going to arrive?"
	I looked up.  "I'm right here, Steele.  Wrote the story
in on this sympathetic scroll.  I write the story in the field,
it comes out back in the offices.  Saves a hell of a lot of time."
	Johnny looked at me.  "Then what the..." he used a word I
didn't know.  I thought I knew them all.  "...is this?"  He pointed
at the article.
	"It's news."  I said.  "It sells papers.  I got a job to do,
too.  You don't tell people, nobody knows about your quest.  And if
you want people to care, you've got to make them a little scared.
Hey, I'll do my job, you do yours.  Deal me in that game there, if
there isn't any cover charge."
	Johnny shook his head.  I looked him in the eye, "Don't worry
about me.  I can pull my own weight.  We'll have them eating out
of our hand by the time this trip is over.  You'll see.  You'll see."
	One of the spheres rolled back and forth in the breeze from
the opening door...seemed like a new goon came in here almost
every second...and at any second, I thought, Slash would come in,
spoiling for me, with that long-bladed knife still stained from
the last streetwalker he offed.
	Johnny saw the fear in my eyes.  "Okay," he said.  Whatever
that meant.