World Watch OnLine: The Buckaroo Banzai Mailing List
# 30  (28 August 1997)
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Contents:
Greetings
Re: World Watch OnLine 29  (10 August 1997)
text adventure
Anyone else notice?
The news.. good , bad, and runaway!
"The Whisper" Chapter One, Part Three

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Greetings,
Business this time. (meaning stuff I keep forgetting to mention)
Um...lessee...okay, here we go:

Address changes: If you're changing addresses, let me know
what the old one was, too. I'm keeping track (with 
varying degrees of success) of 400 addys by hand basically.

Fanfic: keep it coming! Or if you've got some posted on your
own page, let me know so I can tell everyone. OR if you've got
a completed one you'd like me to post on the Site, I can do that too.
And if you have to send them as attached files, plain TXT is preferred.

Chatting: Another note about Virtual Places software. It's nifty
stuff, and if enough folks decide to give it a whirl, we could get
together on a web page somewhere and chat 'avatar to avatar.'
Check the chat page on the Site for details, and if you're on either
VP or ICQ, let me know and I'll post your ID on the page for 
other BB fans to look up. On a related note: any web pages you
want plugged on the Site, lemme know that too.

And for the new folks (Hi new folks!) the web pages at the top
of this thing have many cool tidbits including the ever popular
Frequently Asked Questions files, which could help dig up
copies of the movie or book.

Eh, there was probably more, but as usual, I won't remember 
until after this is mailed.

Happy Labor Day...
ArcLight


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Subj:	 Re: World Watch OnLine 29  (10 August 1997)
Date:	97-08-10 04:23:38 EDT
From:	mcolville@earthlink.net (Matthew M. Colville)

	Speaking of cut scenes:

	I *distinctly* remember a bit when Scooter and Casper rescue
Buckaroo in thier helicopter and, as he climbs into the helicopter, the dad
introduces himself and says "You probably don't remember us. . ."  And
Buckaroo responds with "Of course I do, you were at the concert in[names a
place and time.]"  There was a little bit more in the helicopter, but I've
*never* seen that scene apart from when I originally saw the movie in the
theater.

	Was I having some kind of brain aneurysm?

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Matthew M. Colville.			Armed only with wisdom
mcolville@earthlink.net		The Shintao Monks fight against the darkness...
Role-Playing and Fiction
http://home.earthlink.net/~mcolville


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Subj:	 text adventure
Date:	97-08-11 03:23:43 EDT
From:	delacey@fta.com (delacey)

How the hell does one play this thing? I have it running (the readmes
are useless, but I got it going) and can't get anywhere. I have played
text games in the past, but this tripe has me foiled!

Send help to delacey@fta.com

TIA - DeLacey


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Subj:	 Anyone else notice?
Date:	97-08-11 03:27:08 EDT
From:	delacey@fta.com (delacey)

In the movie Air Force One, that the opening of the theme music is
rather reminiscent of the BB theme?

Just a thought - DeLacey


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Subj:	The news.. good , bad, and runaway!
Date:	97-08-14 02:49:59 EDT
From:	buckaroo@jane.penn.com (Jaymz Grey)

Hi again,	
Well here's the runaway news.. All pages are FOO until I can find the
time fix them. which will be awhile.
The Bad news All but the one Mario pic on the Hero page are MIA and not
coming back any time soon.
and heres the good news.. I have a friend who has been in the Holy Land
know as the Skywalker Ranch and has seen it's beauty.. I asked him to be
on the look out for any BB stuff or word about anything. IF any word
comes my way I'll pass it along. And my Pentium will be back after going
along the wayside. and I got a few questions 
1. what in the name of Yoda happened to Rafterman's pages? Is he dead or
something? and why has he yanked BBAWCL off the web? And not asked me to
do so either even though I would say SHOW ME THE MONEY be for I'd can
it..
2.tell me why I'm doing all this work for nutin'
3.Tell me how to get a job with THE SFC?
now I'll keep ya's uptodate when the news comes in 
Fanatic


<< Fanatic also has his own fanfic going. Check the archive
     at http://gen-x.simplenet.com  for the first part of 
     "The Legacy Concert"  >>

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"Buckaroo Banzai" and related characters and concepts are copyright 
Credit Layonaise.  The story, on the other hand, is copyright 1997 
by me, that is BBI Red Di ("Chicago Red's second cousin") 
(RedDi@sirius.com), and cannot be re-distributed or archived 
anywhere without askin' her nice first.  This story may contain language 
and action which some may find PG-13; I'll try to keep it at that level.  
Not being entirely familiar with the complete BB Institute background, 
Red Di welcomes any helpful comments about what happened when and where.  
This story is set after the return of Peggy/Penny as documented in 
Ernest Cline's screenplay for "Buckaroo Banzai Against the World Crime 
League", in which Penny is revealed to be Peggy (sorry, hope that 
didn't spoil it for everyone).

"The Whisper"
Chapter One
Part 3
-RedDi@sirius.com


	Buckaroo looked at the tape, hoping it might be able to shed some light on the day's
events.  His gaze shifted back to Chicago Red, who seemed a little anxious around so many
people, yet strangely aware of everything around her.  Her eyes jerked around the room,
flitting from person to person until they rested on Peggy, who smiled encouragingly. 
Peggy's presence must make her more at home, he thought.  Just being in the same room
with each other, he could see that the close friendship between Chicago Red and Peggy
was something of the nature of the bond between himself and Rawhide.  When he had
thought Rawhide was dead, killed by the venom of the Red Lectroids' spider, it felt as
though he had lost a very vital part of himself, and he never let up until an antidote for the
creatures was found.  He recalled how Peggy had fretted for Chicago Red's safety back
when she was with the FBI working in violent crimes and counterintelligence; she fretted
less now, feeling that Team Sobriquet was an improvement.  
	He placed the tape in the player provided by New Jersey, who still stared at
Chicago Red as though she were a visitor from another planet.  Buckaroo cleared his
throat.  "Before I play this, I need to say a few things about the Chicago Crime League; in
particular about The Whisper."  Buckaroo polished his glasses quickly before referring to
the notes Mrs. Johnson had compiled for him.  "As you all know, The Whisper is Hanoi
Xan's man in Chicago.  He's known as The Whisper because of his inability to speak above
a whisper, thanks to a tousle involving Reno, a knife and The Whisper's larynx.  Originally,
he was a scientist named Dr. Richard Rise.  He was brilliant; I studied some of his articles
on quantum physics at Johns Hopkins.  I think Sidney - uh, New Jersey - even met him
once when he lectured there."
	"Yes, yes I did.  He seemed . . . soft-spoken," New Jersey added.
	"Well, what apparently happened was he went into a deep depression after his wife
was brutally tortured and murdered while he was forced to watch.  What happened next is
anybody's guess.  I heard that he was one step away from institutionalization when Xan laid
the bait.  He offered Rise revenge on the thugs who did it in exchange for his services."
	"And his sanity," Rawhide put in.  "Rise might have recovered in time, if it hadn't
been for Xan."
	"So what was Xan getting from all this?"  Chicago Red asked.
	"Xan needed someone like Rise on his side.  A flip side to Buckaroo's coin,"
Professor Hikita told her.  "Rise was -is -brilliant.  And it is not surprising that he now
heads the East Coast Crime League, in addition to Chicago."  
	"Rise was working on time travel studies.  Making some interesting discoveries, too,
up until his wife was killed," continued Buckaroo.  "It's sad to see a mind like that
deteriorate.  He apparently got his revenge, but the price he paid for it was pretty steep. 
He became a vicious member of the Chicago Crime League, murdering the old leader,
Sam Iam, with Xan's okay.  He took Sam Iam's position and he's been nothing but trouble
ever since.  Not even the mob likes him." 
	"The Whisper," Rawhide added as Buckaroo paused in thought, "is not a guy you
ever want to underestimate in a fight.  Your ordinary League member can put up a good
fight, but The Whisper is totally unafraid and pitiless, in the way that only the truly insane
can be.  Reno knows firsthand, doncha?"
	"Yeah, well, at least the jerk don't yell so much anymore," Reno replied, still
regretting that he left Rise for dead instead of making sure he'd done the job right.
	Suddenly, a cry from Billy Travers interrupted the conversation.  "Bingo!  I've
traced the user who accessed Mr. Johnson's files to a dummy e-mail address."
	"And that's good news?"  New Jersey asked, puzzled.
	"It is if the dummy address is known on our files as one being used by Crazy
Bernie."
	"One of The Whisper's hackers," Chicago Red put in.  "Well, that clears up a lot.  I
never knew the background on The Whisper.  Just that he's been a problem lately in
Chicago.  Like Buckaroo said, the mob's not into crazy shit like the Crime League, and
when the mob's not happy, things get tense.  Anyway, Crazy Bernie was one of the guys at
Chumley's the night we played.  He's on the tape."
	"Okay, so let's give it a listen."  Buckaroo pooped the tape in the player and pressed
"PLAY".  There was a sound of clattering glasses and murmuring voices before a man's
voice came through more clearly: "Yeah, she seems okay.  To say thanks and all."
	Another voice, not as gruff as the first and younger sounding, added, "Normally,
they send it back."
	The first one laughed.  "So Bern, you got the files?"
	A third, presumably Crazy Bernie, replied, "Almost.  They got the dead guy's files
locked up tighter than a drum.  But I should crack it by morning."
	Chicago Red reached over and paused the tape.  "Okay, Buckaroo, tell me if I'm
wrong, but I think the second guy is The Whisper's right-hand man, Shorty Burke.  I didn't
recognize the first speaker, the one who sent me over a drink.  But he was kind of short
too, about 45 years old, and wore a fedora."
	Rawhide asked, "Did he send you a martini?"
	Chicago Red's brow furrowed as she began to recall.  "You know, yeah!  He did!"
	Rawhide looked at Buckaroo.  "Mr. Lucky?"
	"Sure sounds like it," Buckaroo agreed.  He turned back to Chicago Red.  "I think
you're right about Shorty; that sounded like him.  Mr. Lucky's thick with The Whisper and
Shorty.  He's a big fan of Sinatra and a dead straight shot.  Shorty's a little nuts; he's been
going a little too far with the Chicago Crime League."
	"Whisper getting nervous?" asked Pecos.
	Buckaroo shook his head firmly in the negative.  "Never.  Shorty's loyal to The
Whisper, almost to a fault.  But he's been putting the relationship between the Crime
League and the mob at risk by making big moves without consulting them.  The mob tends
to take offense at this."
	"Big time," agreed Chicago Red, pressing "PLAY" on the machine again.  
	Mr. Lucky's voice picked up.  "Well, you better have the plans by 10 a.m.
tomorrow.  The Whisper's putting out the word to the heads of the East Coast States about
the meeting."
	"Don't sweat it.  I'll have them," Crazy Bernie assured him.
	"Make sure the reservations are set at the Pinkerton," Shorty said, presumably
making eye contact with whomever he was addressing.  
	"I think our pal Buckaroo Banzai will be quite surprised," giggled Crazy Bernie.
	"Hey, guys, watch it.  We don't want to let anything slip," Shorty said tersely. 
"Let's drop it, as a matter of fact.  We do our jobs tomorrow.  Tonight, we enjoy."
	Chicago Red turned off the tape player.  "This is where the evening degenerates
even further.  Listen to the rest later if you want, but that mention of Buckaroo is what
caught my attention.  If Crazy Bernie hadn't let that slip, I'd have been clueless."
	Buckaroo pocketed the tape.  "Thanks, Red.  Since you have so much surveillance
experience, I'd like you and Pinky to make a complete sweep of the grounds, inside and
out.  Make sure there's no bugs or anything like that.  You'll find what you need in the lab.
Rafterman, I'd like you to set up some booby traps at our weak spots.  Billy Travers, New
Jersey, I need you to get to work on some decoding."
	"Decoding what?" New Jersey asked, unaware that this was a skill he had.
	"Plans," replied Chicago Red, a sly grin appearing on her face.  "I thought so too,
Buckaroo."
	Rawhide broke in.  "What in Hades are you all talking about?"
	Buckaroo, impressed by Chicago Red's sharpness, told Rawhide, "I don't think The
Whisper cares about the Institute.  About the floor plan, anyway.  If they wanted to, they
could just a lob a bomb at us."
	Rawhide raised his eyebrows.  "You think there's something hidden in the plans?"
	"Mr. Johnson was a highly creative man.  I think it's possible he might have hidden
something in the plans that he was afraid of putting in the regular files."  Buckaroo looked
to Mrs. Johnson.  "Any ideas?"
	She shook her head.  "Not offhand.  But you're right, he was creative.  And
secretive.  There's no telling what there might be hidden in any of the files, for that matter."
	"Well, no worry.  Billy, you and New Jersey and the rest of your team get to work
on it."
	"Uh, Buckaroo," said New Jersey, "this decoding thing.  What makes you think I-" 
His voice trailed off then, unsure of how to proceed.
	"New Jersey, you're underestimating yourself again.  Remember, you were the one
who figured out that thing with Yoyodyne and 'War of the Worlds'," Buckaroo told him. 
New Jersey nodded and shrugged.  "Just think of it as a cypher in the Sunday Times.  Red,
come back here when you're through with Pinky and see if anything pops out at you, code
wise.  You worked in counter-intelligence, right?"
	"For about five minutes," she replied glumly.  "Okay, Pinky, shall we?"
	"We shall," he replied as they headed for the lab.
	Rawhide pulled Buckaroo aside after he spoke to Pecos and Reno about the next
day's schedule.  "Buckaroo, I was thinkin' about that tape we just listened to."
	"Yeah?  What about it?"
	"Well, I didn't want to say anything in fron of Chicago Red, but do you think that
whole thing was some sort of set-up?  I mean, what if they knew she was with Sobriquet
and that she would jump at the chance to make a little recording?"
	Buckaroo nodded.  "I see your point and yes, it did cross my mind.  So far, I can't
think of anything that they could get out of it, unless they are laying some sort of trap for
us in the form of this mysterious meeting.  But I guess we'll know soon enough, won't we?" 
Buckaroo grinned briefly at his old friend and headed for the door.
	"Yippee - ki - ay," Rawhide sighed, a sarcastic smile breaking out on his face.  

End Part One

Early apology: If the following chapters don't come very quickly, it's because my work
week is very hectic for the next 5 weeks so bear with me!  All comments, suggestions 
and volunteers to co-write this baby are welcome at RedDi@sirius.com. 
--BBI Red Di (Really Red this week-just dyed it!)


Next time: An Apache authored short and after that, more "Whisper."

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