|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- DEER EXPRESS--CUP 3--"NAJORDEAN APARTMENTS" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Deer Express  ||  -------> (Cup SRde003, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "It was her cat." said a tall woman. "She had a feeling. I know what she's going through." "That's a strange story, but y'hear so many weird stories these days, some of 'em gotta be true." said an old guy with thick glasses, in the reflection of which Dan and Eacho could be seen approaching. "Where is the woman bowler?" Dan asked in a dead-serious tone. "Uh--what?" the tall woman said. "The woman," Eacho said, "the, uh, bowling woman." "It's a woman's tournament!" the old guy said. "They're ALL women." "No you fool--the most successful one." Dan said, "Paith Paper." "She won, but then she ran out!" the tall woman said. "She called a minute ago and said she had this... FEELING... that her cat was in trouble. And you know what? It was true." "Yeah, right." Dan said. "Where'd she go? Home?" "That's where people's cats usually live." the tall woman said. Dan whipped his head around and stared an evil stare at the woman. "Don't try sarcasm on me, babe. I don't put up with it." The woman stood frozen, but the old man started to laugh. "What are you chuckling at, gramps?" Dan asked, glaring at the man now. He stopped laughing and gulped, giving Dan a sheepish look, the look of a child caught doing something naughty. "We're wasting time!" Eacho said in a loud whisper. "I know, I know!" Dan said, then he looked back at the woman. "Where does she live?" "Paith? I wouldn't tell an asshole like you that information." Eacho grabbed Dan from behind, by the shoulders, holding him back from lunging at the woman. "Lady," Eacho said with icy seriousness, "he'll kill you--I guarantee it. The next words out of your mouth better be the right address. Think of your family ma'am--they'll miss you." The woman sneered at the two, and Eacho went from a pleading expression to one of "okay, you asked for it". Dan was just about to go for the kill when the old man blurted out the address. "Najordean Apartments, Route 17 in Emop Tay Town. Number 220, 226, something like that." Dan's tensed muscles relaxed, and he gave the woman a look of death. "Okay," Dan said, "let's go." -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----