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In article <5l34a4F...@mid.individual.net>, john....@gmail.com 
says...
> Rasmus Bøg Hansen wrote:
> > ervaqre <m...@privacy.net> hit the keyboard.
> > Afterwards the following was on the screen:
> > 
> >> you spent enough time in here. time to come back. that's the first and 
> >> only warning. else we'll be setting you up the bomb
> 
> You have bombs.
> 
> We have Uncle Lloyd.
> 
> Want to play?
> 

/Verbum sapienti/ : 'Uncle' Lloyd Gilbert is the froup's resident 
physicist. At first glance he works employed in a mechanical physics 
capacity, is happily married and indeed, spends a great deal of time 
ensuring the welfare of the fish in his back garden.

However, under the surface lurk rumours of a much more sinister nature. 
He is reputed to be a significant and unknown private nuclear-capable 
mercenary trader, forging links with, quite simply, whoever pays enough 
for the available fissile materials and delivery devices he keeps locked 
away in a highly concealed silo located somewhere within his property 
limits.

This information hasn't been verified, you would have to dig very deep 
to do so. Coincidentally, "digging very deep" was exactly the approach 
necessary by those seeking the whereabouts of the last person attempting 
to verify this information. The significant number of Becquerels 
measured upon discovering the corpse curtailed any further examination 
of it, and returning it to its original location, followed by encasing 
the area in concrete, was necessary with regards to public health 
concerns.

Whilst he remains an apparently benevolent mercenary at this time, you 
should be aware he sits on the afda payroll (through many Swiss bank 
accounts, and officially employed as a cast member in the ongoing 
theatrical production), not the aglami one. Additionally, further 
unverified sources suggests he may be recruiting John as an apprentice 
very shortly.

Careless talk of bombs may land you in a great deal of trouble. Unless 
you're looking to purchase..

K.