Labels:text | screenshot | software | display | font OCR: P:1/24 FONT : 2 HISC HELP BLANK LIST Magnetic Fiction NIGHT WATCHMAN By Andrew Campbell 1995 Peterson smacked the monitor. "Bloody thing," he muttered and started tapping the screen. "If it plays up on you like this, just punch it. They're supposed to be refitting this place with new equipment." Russell, who was standing behind Peterson's swivelchair, watched the technician with hidden amusement and sipped his coffee. "It'll be fine." he said sternly, "I passed the evening security guard back at the front doors and I'm not kidding you, the bloke had at least three inches of snow on his hat. Bloody stuff's still teeming it down and I don't think it'll ease off until morning." Peterson lifted his feet off the desk and swung his chair ninety degrees . "So what about you?" TEYT text Colour Ťext Print Scroll Up Scroll Dwn Page Up Page Dwn Menu
