Just like an elephant, throwing dirt over itself to keep off the flies; he put on his worst shirt. The females at the office constantly challenged him. They tortured him with scantily clad bodies and suggestive remarks. Today he didn't want to be enticed by them, although he enjoyed knowing they were making an effort. His ego was alive and well. He was of course a virile and attractive male. Quiet and intelligent, but with a body to go. The sexual revolution had so far rallied back and forth over the last few decades, but had left him cold. He liked immersing himself in his work. Not many people boasted of really enjoying their vocation. His name was Riccardo Moscatelli. At the age of 32 he was at the top of his particular field. Ric lived in the city of Auckland, New Zealand. About an hour north actually. No children that he knew of, and only several non-committal lovers. His company was a virtual one based solely on the internet and working for a globa collection of the rich and famous. Susan was a horse nut from Matamata. She was rich and fun. Diana was just an out right laugh. She was a weather girl on the Channel 6 News. Michelle was a model in California. He regretted not touching base when he was there last week. She was a sociallite. Always somewhere. And then there was Rebecca. She was a mother of one. An unemployed wonderful lady, never had any money but made up for it with enthusiasm. She lived in a little village down south. Her wee lad was starting to call him "Dad". That scared the hell out of him. But ... still he enjoyed her company. If the truth be known he hardly touched base with any of them except over the phone. He was always busy, maybe a little scared? Apparently it was a universal problem. The women at the office constantly hassled him about the different voices, and he knew they were more than a little curious. However he liked his private life ; just that. Riccardo worked for himself, and kept a modest staff of 11. His life revolved around other people's supply problems. In essence he was an international agent for anything that was hard to find. People generally came to him when they had exhausted their usual contacts. The good news was that he had discovered most homo sapiens to be lazy, curious and easily led with enthusiasm. There where many kick backs to his job. Bribery was mostly obsolete nowadays. There was a new and better method which was called "appreciative gestures of gratitude" These were given only to the elite. Riccardo was right there. He constantly received gifts from airlines, free hotel packages from clients; actually most things he had in his house were from interested parties all vieing for his attention. And his house was in his opinion rather comfortable. He called his work a LAF. (Lost and Found) Life was good. His day started at 10:00; notably he worked 8 days a week. The hours seemed to get longer and he was forever busy. However he enjoyed the challenge of pouncing on the unobtainable and delivering it to yet another satisfied consumer. Today was starting out like every other. Arriving at work he was greeted by his secretary. Her name was Katrina. She was from Germany and spoke five languages fluently. Her general nature was spicy and her fashion sense was seductive. "How do?" She let the coffee down on his desk. He always started his day punctually. She motioned her distaste at his shirt and he shrugged. Could it be that she really thought he dressed to impress? He laughed, and she went away. Today he had to find two breeding sea eagles, and a 1929 Hishimoto Formula Libra. The latter was built by the makers of Subaru in their childhood years. His clients had no qualms regarding price. Sea eagles were to go to a zoological society in Iceland. The 16 cylinder race car was to go to a collector in Monaco. Last year he was paid to find any indication of a "Yeti". They traced a supposed "yeti" skull at the site of Gompa's ancient relic. All through IRC. An amazing concept. Nothing was unobtainable any more. Totally through his online website he had many regular clients, among whom he could count several Royalty. Checking his e-mail he noticed the Sultan of Tunisia, the Tsar of Hinterlan and a coded message from the Pentagon. These were the most urgent from a list of 53. One guy obviously had his computer set to the year 2002. His email stayed at the end of the list. He had logged off last night at 1.15 (A.M.) The Pentagon didn't normally bother with outsiders. He wondered what they wanted. But the Sultan was a regular client. And hadn't ever concerned himself with the concept of budgeting. His missions were always interesting. It was time to make a choice.  OPTION 1: READ E-MAIL  FROM THE SULTAN  OPTION 2: READ E-MAIL  FROM THE PENTAGON Innuendo | Background | Rolodex | Weekly poll | Current story You can organise your products to be advertised in this action drama

(CURRENT NEWS SITUATION) WORK IN PROGRESS As days go, it went with relative ease. Ric was always a little skeptical about Valentines Day. He did not believe in all the romantic propaganda that every merchant insisted upon. Yes he had received several cards, but none from Rebecca. Having decided that she obviously didn't care he was happy enough to forget the whole thing. He was too busy to waste time on emotions. She had even failed to E-mail him. Michelle had though - he had received one from her by mistake. She had accidentally E-mailed all the guys on her socialite list and somehow his name must have been entered on it. Ric wasn't sure if this was a compliment or an insult. The Sultans daughter was a worry. She had not used any credit facilities in the last 72 hours. Her passport was gone. This was reassuring as he still hoped she had run off. How would he find her? How, and what if she didn't wish to be found? This one had consequences either way. Marco had taken up this case. His locality suggested he would have easier access to whatever chase  may be involved. As yet there had been no further developments.Tunisa report. Ric hoped she would be simply cruising around some islands doing some leisurely recreational female stuff. Gavin was chasing up more information on the Pentagon case. So far the main suspect had not been found. Some how this girl had managed to avoid getting a bank account, the only single reference they had on her was from her army days in Australia. MISSING MISSILES Surfers Paradise Tunisia Air New Zealand CNN Toyota New Zealand ANISA UFO Update ORGAN DONOR LISTS SPONSORSHIP REQUESTS Next Biographies | Feedback Lost and found Weekly Poll | Faq's | Events