My Contacts (note: mention me and either get warm welcomes or a flame war, your risk

Hackboys
  Howard Tolemall and his gang of rogues, S. Sydneys, E. Leer, I. Zero etc.
	Contact: unpredicable, at best. Last known contact: 634@xo?.com

	"Heh, these guys are great! You want information, they can get you information. 
	Granted, they can be moody, and you never know if you're calling and they're in	
	the middle of some huge argument and things are flying- yeah, I've walked in on 	
	on one of those, almost got hit by a toaster. Don't know what they were doing
	with a toaster- most of what they eat is microwaved."


The Grassy Knoll (via internet- www.e-knoll.net)
  Message board/publication of conspiracy theorists

	"And you thought I was nuts! These guys are even worse! But never-the-less they 	
	are a good source if I run into something odd and can't figure it out on my own."


Quentin Physics and his tech (and chop) shop (back home) 
    They have a website but its basicly just crud and inside jokes. Honestly Horowitz,    
    you can rot in hell. (www.qphysics.net, e-mail: qp@livegirls.com (Neil's bad habit))
					
	"My suplier and servicer when I can't fix my own junk. Unfortunately, QP has 
	deemed the rustbucket unsalvageable and refuses to touch it. Yeah, I know he's
	an electronics guy, not a mechanic but he could at least look under the hood- or
	pay me back for that dent he put in the trunk!" 

Home- South Alen, CT, USA
    	No website because its a J. Random New England Suburb and wasteland. Junior High school sucked- 
    	I swear, there was a direct line to the nth circle of hell under the gym. And the mysterious 
    	room 59- it was in the basement with 57 and 58 but ran along side them so you'd get this long narrow 
    	hallway like room with a door flush to room 57. Rumor says its an old dentention hall or shooting range.