| Tiny's voice crackles to life over the locked/encrypted frequency. "You guys might want to look alive!" he mumbles, "It would appear that Reggie is super-late getting into the hunting zone, his car seems to have been hit, and there are doubts cast over his ability to make a good performance tonight." The squelch dies, and the frequency drops to silence. "There is a rumor of conspiracy, but the mob takes that sort of accusation seriously," Tiny's voice erupts onto the channel again. "So for now everything is back in balance. Underchannel reports that he's suffered some blood loss from an undisclosed situation," he continues, "And nobody seems to understand how he got caught up in an accident over twenty minutes away from the posted hunting zone, when he *should* have already *been* in the zone. Mysteries are beginning to stack up, and the mob handlers are considering giving Reggie a well-needed rest for rest of the month, if the rest of tonight goes off well." The static crackles and spits quietly, a sussurus of sound almost lost to the threshold of hearing. "If you guys do this right, Reggie may not be a contender ever again. That sounds like something worth working for, don't you people agree?" The channel goes silent again, even the background RFI that usually worries the signal is gone. For the moment... |
