                        MEAN STREETS

Typed by SLS.  Edited by PARASITE.


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Sound Level: Sets the volume of all sounds in the game.

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THE STORY
   A Steaming layer of thick fog hangs over the city.  It's late, wednesday
night, the end of september.  The weather report says the next few days will
get warm, real warm.  The radiation count should climb over 70.  Very
unpleasant.  It's the kind of day that moves the murcury thick and slow.
Funny how the work drags out with the humidity.
   My body and brain are trying to talk me into taking a few days vacation
when the office door swings open.  The silhoutte in the doorway tells me it
isn't the pizza man.  My eyes follow curves up to where the lady's silken
blond hair kind of clasps her cheek near her eyes, which are exotic, not blue
exactly, deeper than blue, sad and dangerous.  If ever a woman is
troubled she is.
   "Are you Tex Murphy?" She asks, her bottom lip pouts at me, and I can tell
that I'm probably looking at it too long.
   "That's me," I say, real professional, real cool. "Ms...?"
   "Linsky, Sylvia Linsky." Her eyes cloud over suddenly. They are murky and
preoccupied, like mud puddles on a wet road.
"It's my father." Her pause is long and sad. "I want you to investigate my
father's death."
   "Have you been to the police?" this is my standard reply.  I don't want
anyone accusing me of breaking the law.  Nobody messes with the boys downtown.
   "Of course I've spoken to them. Detective Clements thinks Daddy committed
suicide.  It wasn't suicide!  Daddy would never kill himself.  It's murder, I
know it's murder." She's getting upset.  The careful line of her lipstick
draws my attention to her mouth and chin that trembles, just a little bit.
   "How did you find me?" I ask as I sit her down on the wooden chair that
faces my desk.  The chair looks dark and gritty next to her.  "Detective
Clements said that if I insisted on throwing money awat you were the one to
throw it to.
   "Well, Ms. Linsky, before we play catch, give me the background on your
father's death, then I'll decide if the balls a game."
   I hear the rustle of silken stockings, Ms. Linsky crosses her legs and
starts her story.  "My father was a professor of neuro-psychology at the
university of San Francisco for 15 years.  He was well respected in his field
and had recieved many awards and research grants.  About 8 months ago, he took
a leave of absence from the university to work on an independant consulting
contract.  When I asked him about it, he said he couldn't tell me anything.
Not even who hierd him. I rarely saw him afterthat."
   "One night I went to his home. he was terribly upset. It was obvious that
he had been drinking. He was very evasive when I questioned him. I was worried
about him, he was not a drinking man. I asked him is I could stay with him,
but my persistence only made him more angry. Finally, he agreed to come to my
apartment for dinner the following sunday -- that was 3 days ago."
   Ms. Linsky's body is very still I'm not sure she was even breathing. While
she's looking at me, her eyes which areas shiny as glass, melt. Two tears
spill from them and run down her cheeks.
   "Last sunday morning I got a call from the San Francisco police department.
They told me that my father had apparently jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge.
They needed someone to come and identify the body. They said a withness had
seen my father jump.  His car was found on the bridge. Because there was no
sign of foul play, they're calling it a routine suicide."
   I interrupted her. "The police are usually pretty good in these
matters, from what you've told me..."
   "My father did not kill himself!" Her anger made her eyes viciously
beautiful. "He was in serious danger. Even if he had killed himself he never
would have throuwn himself into the bay."
   "Why not?" I ask.
   Her anger faded, she uncrossed her legs and continued. "As a Child he
nearly drowned Swimming in the bay. From then on he'd been afraid of the
water. He'd never went swimming. He couldn't even go to the beach for
picnics."
   "There's one more thing. I found this FAX note in his desk, when I went
throught his things." She slipper the note out of her bag and across my desk
top. It read:

    Professor:
    You were right about these boys.
    They play for keeps.
    Watch your step.
    S.F.

   "Did you show this to Clements?"
   "Yes, but he didn't consider it to be very important. He wasn't able to
connect to anyone or anything. I just know whoever wrote this note, knows what
happened. And I'm Willing to back up my belief."
   Ms. Linsky's hand went back into her bag, this time it came out with
$10,000, cash.
   I sit strait up.
   "This is my life savings," se says, "I want you to find out the truth. If
it is a suicide. I want to know. I will accept whatever evidence you can find,
but if this is a murder, and I know it is, I want to know who did it and why!"
   Her story wasn't convincing me that this was a murder, but it did pique my
curiousity. So did her face and her 10 G's.
   "O.K., I'll do some checking for you."
   Ms. Linsky, suddenly cool, straightened her skirt, and offered me her hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Murphy, I trust you will find the truth." She turned then and
walked out of the office, and left me staring at 10 grand. This is a lot of
money in advance, even for my rich clients. My gut feeling tells me
something's wrong.  Maybe I'm just too cynical.
   I scribble a note to my secretary, "Dig up any and all information on Dr.
Carl Linsky." I'll start my investigation in the morning.

NEWS PAPER CLIPPING FRON VANESSA:

WELL LIKED PROFESSOR JUMPS TO HIS DEATH
 San Francisco (AP) - Police say prominent University of San Francisco
professor Carl Linsky was found dead early Sunday after jumping from the
Goldem Gate Bridge. West precinct detectives Steve Clememts said a witness
allegedly saw Linsky jump from the bridge at about 11:20 Saturday night.
Police divers located the body just before dawn and Linsky was pronounced dead
at the scene. A suicide note, addressed to his daughter Sylvia, was a later
found at his home.  Linsky's Fiancee, Delores Lightbody, indicated that the
Professor had been under a great deal of stress recently, and had taken a
leave of absence from his teaching duties at the university.  Funeral services
will be at 10:00 am Wednessday at the All Saints Church.

NOTES
   The story takes place in 2033, and is told through the life of Tex Murphy.
here's a basic command summery:

   When ever you want to know the available  commands just hit "H" for Help
which will bring up a chart of available commands.  Most Sections have Help
Screens.

Getting Around:
Your vehicle is a 21st century "flying car" called a speeder. It's rather easy
to fly, but ti has an AutoPitolet ("A") option Which'll allow you to fly
anywhere in the DATA BASE under full computer control.

What Does NC Mean:
    NC stands for NAVIGATION CODE. All important places (Places you must
visit) have Navigation Codes.  For exaple Dr. Linsky's office is NC4663.
    You will be entering the NAV CODES into the navigation computer.

Where to go:
    You can fly anywhere in the data base, even though some areas have little
or no detail (No-Man's-Land). All esential locations have a 4 digit adress
called a  NAVIGATION CODE (i.e. NC2860). Entering the NAV CODE into the
navigations comp. will pin point the location and enter the data into Auto
Pilot.

Getting started:
    Here's your starting info...

1).. Carl Linsky - NC:4663 (the professor who jumped to his death)

2).. Sylvia Linsky - NC:4421 (She hired you, Daughter of the deceased)

3).. John Richards - NC:4670 (The medical examiner)

4).. Delores Lightbody - NC:4920 (Carl Linsky's fiance)

5).. Steve Clements - NC:4680 (The police detective in charge of the case)

Make sure to always use full names!

Thing of interest:

    MTC CORP
    GIDEON ENTERPRISES
    OVERLORD
    PASSCARD
    PASSWORD
    NEXUS
    LAW AND ORDER
    INSURANCE

Using the NAV. Computer:
    You can bring up the NAV COMPUTER by hitting "N" while in your speeder. A
help screen is available.

    1).. Bring up the NAV Comp. by hitting "N"
    2).. Press "N" again
    3).. Type the 4 digit NC (i.e. 4660)
    4).. Press the [ENTER] key
    5).. If you want to use auto pilot press "A"

    NOTE: If you want to travel without auto-pilot the "bearing", "distance"
and "bearing bar" readouts on your dash will point to the NC address.

Using Auto Pilot:
    The "A" key turns on & off auot pilot. it must first be programed by way
of the NAV. Computer.  Programing the NAV Comp. is dont in 1 of 2 ways.

    1).. Enter a NC as explaned above.
    2).. Moving the yellow cursor keys to set the the destination.. Use the
"<" and ">" keys as needed to Zoom in and out.

Landing:
    After landing (when you come to a full stop at altitude=0) - (The flashing
area is the landing pad) Press "E" to Exit the speeder.

Questioning people:
    1. Peoples Names. Be sure to enter FULL NAMES and SPELL THEM CORRECTLY!!!
    2. The Subjects Mentioned above

    NOTE: Some people may be bribed or threatened.

   Everything else you should either be able to figure out, or can get on-line
help with. (remember: "Just hit "H")

   NOTE: Hit "D" to Save/Load.

PS: Bounty Hunting Pad Coordinates

    PAD#    X-Coordinate Z-Coordinate
    1 -.......-1286093..................-137280
    2 -........-893393..................-422400
    3 -.......-1364633...................487424
    4 -.......-2287478..................1362240
    5 -.......-1148648...................834240
    6 -..........78539..................-580800
    7 -.........657772..................-538560

End.
