Tasha shows Stormcrow the pictures of that individual from the camera footage. Stormcrow recognizes him and tells them about the guy who slapped that thing on her forehead shortly before the creature showed. Josie enters the room and she and Tasha get Stormcrow to admit she’s a runaway. Stormcrow insists it’s just for a short time and Tasha and Josie offer her help. All Stormcrow wants is a place of employment for a few months. They don’t get the chance to aid her in that, as a news report is heard (by a loud TV thanks to Hertz’ clumsyness) that there’s another break-in at Puma-Dyne. Josie and Tasha along with Fletch report to the scene where they find the place a mess but nothing taken, as if whatever the creature (who was reported to have been there) was looking for was already gone. The three head back to MBI HQ after a fruitless search.
The SWAT Kats are working in the hangar and they too see the news report. Information pops up soon after concerning the poisoning of one of the City Hall kats from a doctor’s report. It says that it’s an “unknown toxin, when examined tests suggested potential synthetic origin, but the samples dissipated about the same time that the council member recovered”. The two SWAT Kats head off to Megakat Memorial Hospital to find the hard copy of the record. They go as Jake and Chance, disquised though to blend in the hospital and not be noticed much. They find the records room but also the file burned to ash just moments before. A kat escapes via vent and the two go after him. Confronting the guy, they try to get him to talk but instead this mysterious kat uses a glov-a-trix to make his escape. Losing him, Jake and Chance leave the hospital.
<Trinakins> ((I’m gonna be slightly distracted guys. Continue without me))
<TashaForge> ((okies!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((All right.))
<JosieLyons> ::so finished looking at that tape and all, Fletch took Jase to infirmary:: You going to show one of these pictures to the girl? Miss Merle?
<JosieLyons> ::starts picking up the things in the office and put tape back with the camera::
<JosieLyons> To see if she recognizes this guy?
<TashaForge> ::nods:: we better. Want me to do it or you wanna go?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::still sitting where they left her, probably, unless someone came and got her::
<JosieLyons> You can if you’d like. I’ll be in there in a bit.
<TashaForge> Okay sure. ::takes one thats not wet and such and heads for where LS is! smiles as she goes in the door:: Miss Merle? would you mind taking a look at a picture for me?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::looks up as Tasha enters:: Um, sure. Pictures of what?
<TashaForge> A person. ::walks over and shows her the picture:: Does this individual look familiar?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::looks at the picture, frowns:: Hm . . . I don’t think so. Where were these taken?
<JosieLyons> ::finishes cleaning up those things and leaves them on Jase’s desk. gets a mop and bucket and towels to soak up the water from the floor::
<TashaForge> These were taken at Megakat Biochemical. Agent Ryder said he believed this to be an individual that he saw in the park that nearly run him over. We were wondering if this might be the same individual that slaped that..thing on you.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::mun doesn’t think she told them about that part::
* RazorSK has joined #mbi_sk
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<RazorSK> ((Heys!))
<JosieLyons> ((Hey Kris!))
<TashaForge> ((heys!))
* JosieLyons sets mode: +o RazorSK
<TashaForge> ::oh…I thought she told them the whole story. Thats what you said anyway. that you just left out about her conjuring the fire. ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::well, she doesn’t associate the two in her own mind, so saw no reason to tell them about the first part::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::mun only meant the whole story about the Dark Silhouette’s attack::
<TashaForge> ::oh well..nix that whole thing then::
<TashaForge> These were taken at Megakat Biochemical. Agent Ryder believes he saw this individual in the park and we were wondering if you had as well.
<JosieLyons> ::finishes moppin’ up what she can and all. puts mop away and tosses wet towels in washer. goes to breakroom, rolls down her sleeves. or wait is it conference room they’re in?
<JosieLyons> ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::blinks:: He was in the park too? ::looks a little uneasy:: I can’t be sure, but I think I might have encountered him there.
<TashaForge> ::conference room! :: Apparently so. well look real good. We are trying to see if some cases are connected any. or if maybe someone got a better look at the picture than this.
<TashaForge> ((er…better look at the guy! not picture))
<JosieLyons> ::enters conference room then now, looks over at LS first then Tasha:: Any luck?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods, looks at the picture closer as she talks:: Well, before I met you and the other agent, I ran into a kat who I didn’t get a good look at, and he used some kind of . . . device, or something, on me.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::looks up as Josie enters::
<TashaForge> Maybe. ::to Josie then looks at Ls again:: Device? What sort of device?
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
<LizzieSelkirk> I didn’t get a good look at it either, but it was disk-shaped, and I thought I saw it glow. He slapped it at my head, I think, and there was a very bright light; it blinded me. When I recovered, he was gone.
<JosieLyons> ::leans against wall near them to listen::
<TashaForge> hmm…okay. Is that all there is to your story? It’ll help a lot if you would tell us the entire thing all at once instead of in pieces like you have been.
<LizzieSelkirk> That’s all, I swear.
<LizzieSelkirk> I didn’t think the first part was important until now.
<JosieLyons> Why were you in the park to begin with, Miss Merle?
<JosieLyons> ::folds arms::
<LizzieSelkirk> I was just . . . hanging out there. ::uneasy::
<FletchRyder> ::after dropping off the captain, heads discreetly for the locker room to change clothes::
<TashaForge> ::awww not the shorts! Fletch needs his picture taken in those! He’s cute! XD::
<TashaForge> Hanging out? Miss Merle…are you a runaway? ::is blunt!::
<RazorSK> ((<Josie> Are you sure that’s *all* you were doing? <LS> ::sweats:: Yes. <Josie> Are you positive? <LS> Okay, fine! I was thinking about burning… something. But, I didn’t! I just *thought* about it! That’s not a crime!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<FletchRyder> ::needs a restraining order from all you bike shorts-obsessed she-kats XP::
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> ::we can’t help but look! We’re only feline!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::looks down, bites her lip. Can’t think of a way out of this.::
<RazorSK> ((<LS> I didn’t run away! …. I took a bus.))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ::and single felines at that! XD::
<TashaForge> Miss Merle? its okay to tell us. we can help you.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::small voice:: Yes.
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<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<JosieLyons> ((Hey Matt! Same day it be!))
* JosieLyons sets mode: +o _Matt_
<FletchRyder> ::puts on his regular uniform and slips out of the locker room, heading back for the conference room::
<FletchRyder> ((Y’ello, Matt!))
<JosieLyons> ::relaxes her stance now, unfolds arms and pulls up a chair next to her:: Problems at home? ::gentle smile::
<RazorSK> ((Hey, Matt!))
<LizzieSelkirk> Sort of. ::to Josie::
<TashaForge> How long has it been since you had a decent meal?
* _Matt_ is now known as Ann_Gora
<LizzieSelkirk> Uh, I’ve eaten today, if that’s what you mean.
<JosieLyons> ((<Jase>::blinks:: Ann… is that a … goatee you’re sporting there under your makeup? O_o; <Ann> Tee hee! Noooo silly!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::it was a cheap bag of generic snacks, but it was food!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<TashaForge> Okay..we can get you something to eat and somewhere to stay if you want.
<RazorSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::uncomfortable:: That’s very kind of you, but I’ll be all right. This is just for a short time; I’ll be able to go back home soon.
<JosieLyons> You need to tell us what’s going on with you at home though. If someone’s hurting you, we can see to it that they’re not able to hurt you anymore. ((Unless of course it’s static monsters of doom. Those you need to deal with on your own, kthanx))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ::comes up outside of conference room door, halting as he hears Josie talk. decides it best to wait outside. she-kat bonding and all::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<RazorSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Right. We just wanna help but we can’t unless you let us.
<Ann_Gora> :: is reporting live to anyone, including SWAT Kats, who may have access to a television XD :: “… This is Ann Gora with Kat’s Eye News, live from the scene here at Puma-Dyne where yet another mysterious break-in has occured…”
<LizzieSelkirk> ::tries to think how she can explain that no one’s hurting her. Not in an illegal way, at least:: I don’t need help right now. ::looks a bit off to the side:: Though . . .
<TashaForge> Though?
<RazorSK> ::turns from his computer down in the hangar to look at the TV, had been researching some of those mysterious incidents Callie mentioned in conjunction with the MBI’s getting approval::
* Trinakins is now known as T-BoneSK
<JosieLyons> Go on. ::listening::
<RazorSK> ((<LS> Could you at least give me a box of dryer sheets? I think they might help with the static monster.))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!!))
<T-BoneSK> ((Okay, back. @_@ Sorry about that))
<LizzieSelkirk> . . . If you know anywhere I could get a job for a few months, that would be nice.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((wb))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<FletchRyder> ((And WB))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<JosieLyons> ((UNFORGIVEABLE- meh okay WB. -g-))
<T-BoneSK> ::is readjusting some things with the TKat::
<TashaForge> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> A Job? How old are you?
<TashaForge> ::looks to Josie on that one. barely found this job herself XD::
<T-BoneSK> ((:CRY! ANNU CALLED ME UNREASONABLE! -g-XD Thankies!))
<RazorSK> ((Actually, I thought she said you were unforgiveable…))
<TashaForge> ((She’s that too XD))
<JosieLyons> ((::laughs!::))
<JosieLyons> ((<LS> I need a Jeeeorrrb! ))
<T-BoneSK> (I read that. XD))
<LizzieSelkirk> It doesn’t need to be anything special, just some odd job I can do to make a few bucks. ::then to Josie, smaller voice:: I’m seventeen.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::in the breakroom, trying to cut a jelly donut with a fork and knife, but only manages to squirt the sticky substance contained within right into his eyes. yelps in surprise, falling back in his chair, and as he flails on the way to the floor hits the volume button on the TV near him, booming the sound of Ann Gora throughout the halls:: Sooo stickeeeheee!
<Ann_Gora> <TV Broadcast> :: shows the scene of the interior of Puma-Dyne, same section that the MBI agents had earlier investigated. Large security doors appear to have sections of them missing, as it they were sheared off cleanly with a knife. No debris, all very clean, yet still intruded upon :: <Ann> “… According to officials here, this is the second break-in to occur in the Research and Development Labs in the past 2 weeks. With similar mysteriou
<RazorSK> ::frowns:: Again!
<TashaForge> ((with similar mysterious?))
<T-BoneSK> ((::DEAD!!!! HERTZ!))
<Ann_Gora> ((<T-Bone> :: adjusting his seat :: Darn it Razor! Why did you have to move my seat? :: grumbles :: Took me weeks to get it just the way I liked it… ))
<T-BoneSK> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ::snaps attention towards loudness eminating from breakroom. abruptly starts that way, concerned about another attack, but only grimaces when he sees Hertz and his mess:: Let’s try and keep this down, huh? ::as he moves for the TV to lower the volume::
<T-BoneSK> Okay, that’s just getting out of hand.
<Ann_Gora> “…With similar mysterious circumstances, nothing was apparently stolen…”
<RazorSK> ((::DEAD::))
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES Hertz lol::))
<TashaForge> well..we could lookin the classified ads with you for something. ::soft smile. perks ears at the loud sounds and frowns:: I really do wish they’d keep the TV volume down in there.
<JosieLyons> Well, why can’t you get a job at home? Your parents not allow it? ::then winces at the sudden loud TV!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods to that:: Yeah, and like I said, it’s only temporary – ::makes a face at the loud TV::
<T-BoneSK> Did you find anything on those artifacts?
<Ann_Gora> “…we’re also informed that the security camera system was taken offline, and almost no footage of the intruder was caught, with the exception of this brief clip…” <TV Broadcast> :: switches to black and white video footage, facing down a long-stretched hallway, at the end of which a Dark_Silhouette can be briefly seen at a distance walking from one side of the hall and to the other ::
<RazorSK> ((<Fletch> ::turns the TV down and drags Hertz off to clean him up:: <Agent Red Shirt> ::toddles in after they leave, spies the donut:: OOooo… ::dives for it, slips on jelly and smacks into the TV, turning it up again:: <Fletch> ::down the hall, groans:: This place has too many idiots.))
<JosieLyons> ::huffs and stands:: I’m gonna give whoever this is a piece of my mind… ::heads outta the conference room, hears what’s being said on the TV and enters the breakroom just as the image is shown. gasps at that!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<JosieLyons> ((::dead!::))
<RazorSK> One sec… ::to T-Bone as he squints at the TV image::
<T-BoneSK> ((::DEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> My eyes! They’re bleeheeding! I’ll never see again! ::clawing at eyes, only smearing the jelly filling even more over himself:: <Fletch> ::pretty much appalled at this display, but quickly hushes Hertz as the broadcast continues::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ::stays with LS:: So..you staying in the park? or am I going out on a limb there
<Ann_Gora> <TV Broadcast> :: switches back to Ann :: “… No information about the perpetrator is currently available, but Commander Ulysses Feral still had this to say…”
<LizzieSelkirk> ::doesn’t meet her eyes:: Some of the time. ::doesn’t want to admit to it::
<RazorSK> ((<Feral> ::astounds everyone by saying, “Beats me”::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!::))
<T-BoneSK> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Ann_Gora> <TV Broadcast> :: switches to Feral standing at his press conference podium (he no doubt carries it in the trunk of his sedan) :: <Commander Feral> “…You can rest assured that whoever has been commiting these acts of vandalism will be caught and brought to justice by the Enforcers.”
<T-BoneSK> ((<Feral> You think *I* know?! ::presses baton button:: <baton> Shut up, you idiot!))
<T-BoneSK> Ah, good ol’ cliche’ Feral.
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!))
<RazorSK> ((::DEAD:: <Steele> ::actually, spent the entire second season with no job but to go fetch the podium from the sedan and set it up:: ))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Feral> “It’s those infernal Swat Kats!” <Ann> Um, sir, I don’t really think they’re made of elect- <Feral> “I’ll put them behind bars if it’s the last thing I do!” <Ann> ::realizes she’s talking to a life-sized Feral doll that’s zipcord is being pulled by the Sgt. siighs::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<TashaForge> ::soft smile:: What would you say to a hot shower, good meal and some clean clothes?
<Ann_Gora> ((<Cliche’ Feral> :: in reply :: Bring me chopper backup! The Enforcers will handle this! Shut up you idiot! <Real Feral> :: holding his Bataon up, setting it to RECORD :: ))
<RazorSK> ((::DEADDEAD Feral::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIIIIIIES*))
<Ann_Gora> ((::snorks::))
<T-BoneSK> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!cliche))
<RazorSK> Except for once he’s hunting a vandal… supposedly.
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES::))
<Ann_Gora> <Computer> :: whatever search Razor’s been doing pops up with some extra results ::
<T-BoneSK> ::snorks::
<RazorSK> ::hears the computer sound and turns to look at his screen::
<Ann_Gora> “…As always, Kat’s Eye News will keep up to date with the latest developments related to this puzzling series of events. This is Ann Gora, signing off”
* Ann_Gora is now known as Computer
<JosieLyons> Vandalism my tail… ::remembers reading Joe and Lex’s report when they went there last:: Hertz, get yourself together man! ::looks at Fletch:: Think some of us should go and check Puma-Dyne out?
<TashaForge> ::soft smile:: What would you say to a hot shower, good meal and some clean clothes? ::repost in case LS mun missed it::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::pause:: In exchange for what?
<FletchRyder> ::finally turns down volume:: That’s up to our superiors. I don’t know why we had to watch the news to find out about this.
<T-BoneSK> ::sighs, mutes it:: Ooooookay…
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: Nothing. Look..if I wanted money I sure wouldn’t be working here. I just wanna help you out. Thats what we do here is help kats.
<RazorSK> ::scanning the results on screen::
<JosieLyons> Maybe because it’s supposedly out of our jurisdiction?
<T-BoneSK> Anything? ::leans over the back of Razors’ chair::
<Computer> :: displays the doctor’s records related to the poisoning of one the city council members. Unknown toxin, when examined tests suggested potential synthetic origin, but the samples dissipated about the same time that the council member recovered ::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::grappling for the counter to pull himself up by. makes it to the sink and starts washing his face, whimpering all the while::
<RazorSK> ::reading it:: Huh… Seems everything’s just disappearing into thin air these days.
<LizzieSelkirk> I understand. I just want to be allowed to stay on my own for a little while. I mean it, I’ll be able to go home in a few months. ::longer than that, actually, but they don’t need to know that::
<Computer> <Doctor’s Notes> “… with no official proof or evidence of the toxin, my official report remains inconclusive.”
<FletchRyder> Let’s go find out. ::strides out of breakroom, adjusting his uniform some as he heads for.. one of the superior officers::
<TashaForge> Well thats fine. We can help you find a job and a place to stay until you get on your feet. Its not safe for you to sleep in the park.
<JosieLyons> ::goes as well:: Come to the conference room when you find out if we’re to go or not. Forge and I are still talking with the girl.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods:: That point was made very clear to me today. ::wry look::
<RazorSK> But, it *was* there…
<Computer> :: notes that further access to Medical Records of the patient are off-limits to exterior access. Notes the existence of hard copies stored in a facility near the hospital ::
<FletchRyder> ::nods at that, continuing down the hall::
<T-BoneSK> And, these were the guys that were supposed to vote on the Bureau’s approval…
<RazorSK> ::scribbles down the name and address of the hospital:: Yeah.
<T-BoneSK> Well, we better start looking around.
<TashaForge> Heh..yeah. This whole city ain’t safe at times.
<FletchRyder> ::goes up to the Director’s door and knocks::
<JosieLyons> ::goes inside conference room again:: Another one of those things was spotted today, Forge.
<RazorSK> Yeah, we can start with those hospital records.
<LizzieSelkirk> I’ve noticed. <Which *should* help me blend in more, but I’m having second thoughts. Still, if I do move, I’ll have to find some way to let Bexa know.> So . . . how does this work?
<TashaForge> ::was about to answer LS then looks at Lyons:: Another of what things? That static monster thingy?
<JosieLyons> ::Nods:: Yes.
<T-BoneSK> Think we can sneak in?
<TashaForge> ::Frowns:: Where at?
<T-BoneSK> <Mark> Come in.
<LizzieSelkirk> What? ::at Josie. Small groan and covers her eyes::
<FletchRyder> ::enters, looking a bit more presentable than last they met:: Sir, sorry to disturb you, but another situation involving the electrical creature has come up at Puma-Dyne. Are we within our jurisdiction to investigate this scene?
<FletchRyder> ::assumes he’s been informed of Jason’s attack::
<T-BoneSK> <Mark> ::frowns:: Give me a summary of what happened.
<RazorSK> I think we’ll have to. We can’t just ask to look at hospital records. ::thinks:: Your cousins might could, but given how the MBI’s involved in this… I don’t think that would look good.
<T-BoneSK> ::and, yes, he knows::
<T-BoneSK> ((Mark))
<T-BoneSK> It wouldn’t, and Trina told me Jason’s outta commission anyway.
<FletchRyder> I’m unsure of all the details or what was stolen, but it’s all over the news and seems to be a similar infiltration tactic as seen in the last case.
<RazorSK> ::nods::
<T-BoneSK> That place is probably filled with cameras…
<JosieLyons> You can stay here for awhile, Miss Merle. Since one of those things was after you, it would be best. I’ll have to speak with a superior officer about further arrangements later on. ::looks at Tasha:: Ryder is talking to a superior about investigating the latest incident.
<T-BoneSK> <Mark> Great. ::frowns, thinkthinks::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: You think one of us should stay with Miss Merle here in case one of those things comes back for her?
<LizzieSelkirk> All right. ::wants to ask if she can use the shower and/or food, but thinks it’s best to speak as little as possible::
<RazorSK> ((A hospital filled with cameras? Granted, I’ve never looked for security cameras in a hospital…))
<FletchRyder> ((<Hospitals> ::don’t want the patients smuggling out any of their tapioca pudding::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Some parts probably do have them.))
<TashaForge> ((they do! they got ‘em! its freaky but they do! usually the bigger ones are the ones that have them. Its to keep them from hitting the medications rooms))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((My thoughts exactly.))
<JosieLyons> ((::Dies!:: They do have camera’s in hospitals. Not sure how many, but in certain parts they do. ::has seen the dome things in hospitals ’round here where camera is::))
<T-BoneSK> ((I’ve seen ‘em too. ^^))
<RazorSK> ((Ah, okay! I just read that, “filled with cameras” thing and start thinking of all the laser sensors and everything at Puma-Dyne.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((::hasn’t gotten a good look at a hospital since she was a child, but it makes sense.::))
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Ah. Yeah, that’s probably not as likely.))
<RazorSK> After Puma-Dyne, it won’t be that bad.
<T-BoneSK> ::nods:: Alright. When?
<FletchRyder> Would you like us to investigate the scene, sir? ::itching to dive into these bizarre cases::
<T-BoneSK> <Mark> ::Stands:: Where are the others?
<FletchRyder> In the conference room, sir, still talking with the girl in the park.
<Computer> ((<Razor> Well let’s see, let me check my schedule :: turns around to look at a calendar that spans from one end of the hangar and goes all the way around. Goes to the year 3000 :: Now’s as good a time as any I suppose ))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<RazorSK> ((::DEAD:: <Razor> I’ll have to shift my dentist appointment and that visit to Mom I had scheduled a month from now, but I think it’ll work. ::has every minute planned out carefully::))
<Computer> ((<T-Bone> So, how much have we actually payed for by now? <Razor> About half of the reception lobby, minus the plants ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<T-BoneSK> <Mark> Alright. I’ll leave this to you. I’m putting you in charge of this assignment, take Lyons and Forge with you. If ANYTHING happens that you’re not allowed, then back out. Bring back as much information as you can, but try not to pick a fight with the Enforcers.
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Razor> We’ll have to pencil it in between waxing the Turbokat and being invaded by kat-eating waffles at 4. <T-Bones> Wow, kind of slow day today, huh? <Razor> Yeah, weird.))
<T-BoneSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<RazorSK> ((::DIIIIIIIIIIES both!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies all*))
<JosieLyons> ((::dying y’all!::))
<RazorSK> ((<T-Bone> This isn’t going to interrupt my plans for the waffles, is it? ::holding up a bottle of syrup:: <Razor> Depends on how many cameras there are.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol))
<Computer> ((<Razor> It’s a good thing I developed that mapple-syrup and margarine bazooka last week. <T-Bone> How the heck do yo plan these things out? <Razor> Actually, it was for the waffle-eating contest. The whole kat-eating creatures thing wasn’t even a consideration…))
<FletchRyder> Understood, sir. And the girl?
<RazorSK> ((::DEAD::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOODEADAT ALL!::))
<JosieLyons> ((::DIIIES::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dying all*))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL!))
<T-BoneSK> <Mark> :sighs: We can’t very well keep her here unless she wants to. Has she eaten?
<FletchRyder> I don’t believe so, but I think Agent Forge and Agent Lyons might have worked something out with her.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((brb!))
<RazorSK> Hmm… We can probably go now. ((But, I’m going to need you to cause a distraction for me. ::holds up a long-haired wig and several pillows:: How are you at pretending to be in labor?))
<T-BoneSK> <Mark> ::nods:: Alright. Do what you can.
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<T-BoneSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!::))
<FletchRyder> Yes, sir. ::salutes, then turns on his heel and heads back for the conference room::
<JosieLyons> ((::DEAD!:: <T-Bone> DARNIT! I don’t care WHAT some of the fandom says, I AM NOT FAT!!! >.<))
<RazorSK> ((<Razor> There is that one shot in the first season opening ti… Awk! ::grabbed around the neck:: Of course, opening titles don’t count!))
<T-BoneSK> ((<T-Bone> Bad. But…. ::grabs Razor:: <Razor> What’re you..?! ::later:: <Chance> Outta the way! My kid brother’s got a broken brain! I need a doctor! <Jake> I hate him. <Chance> See! He hates me already! I’m so sorry! ::HUG!:: <Docs> ….))
<Computer> ((<T-Bone> I’d never- <Cement Machine Gun> :: swivels out of nowhere, hitting him in the face :: <T-Bone> :: moan of agony :: <Razor> That’s good! Keep it up :: over his shoulder ::))
<JosieLyons> ((::diies!::))
<T-BoneSK> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!!!::))
<RazorSK> ((::DIIIIIIIES Both!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Back! *DEAAAAAAAAD*))
<TashaForge> ((::DEEEEEAAAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ::issa still there with LS! worried about this monster thats been appearing. ::
<T-BoneSK> Alright. ::goes to tie his mask back on::
<JosieLyons> ::same as teh Tasha!::
<FletchRyder> ::hurriedly makes it back to the conference room, barely even sticking his head in:: Agent Forge, Agent Lyons, we’re headed for Puma-Dyne.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::looks up::
* T-BoneSK is now known as ChanceSK
<ChanceSK> ::make that UNTIES his mask::
* RazorSK is now known as JakeSK
<JosieLyons> ((<T-Bone>::wears several masks just to be safe::))
<TashaForge> Um..okay. ::looks to LS:: Look…the locker room is just down the hall if you wanna shower and the breakroom too. Get you some food. We’ll be back. ::Gets up to go with Ryder::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ::nods and stands:: Feel free to ask anyone for anything here, Miss Merle. ::smiles at her::
<LizzieSelkirk> Oh, um, okay. :;gets up, putting her backpack on::
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <T-Bone> ::wants to throw off any meddling kids that might come his way, along with their pesky dog::))
<LizzieSelkirk> :;doesn’t smile back, but nods:: I will.
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD:: <Feral> Now, to see what’s under that mask… ::yanks off T-Bone’s mask, finds another, yanks that one off, finds an ugly clown mask, yanks it off too, finds a mask that looks like himself, staaaares:: ))
<TashaForge> Who’d driving? ::grins. hoping they’ll say she can XD::
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<ChanceSK> 4—SCENE CUT FOR ChanceSK and JakeSK—
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD!!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<Computer> ((<Commander Feral> :: hates those kids and that dog even more than the SWAT Kats :: Solving my cases, you hot shot, van-driving, jerks! ))
<ChanceSK> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<JosieLyons> ((::DEAD both!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JakeSK> ::is now ambling down a corridor of the hospital, subtly looking for any sign of cameras::
<JosieLyons> ::turns now on heel and goes with Ryder ‘n Forge::
<FletchRyder> Doesn’t matter. We just need to get there in a hurry. ::as he walks out towards parking lot::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD Feral!;:))
<TashaForge> ::grins more:: I can do in a hurry…
* Computer is now known as Hospital
<JosieLyons> ::groans at that, gets in back of Tasha’s car::
<Hospital> :: has a few nurses and personnel walking back and forth, with scattered cameras here and there. Not really the definition of high security ::
<FletchRyder> Okay, then. ::climbs in passenger seat::
<ChanceSK> Hospitals. Ugh. ::slight shudder::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::watches them go, then goes as Tasha said to the locker room. Gets the cleanest clothes she has out of her backpack, then hunts about for a towel::
<TashaForge> ::climbs in and fires up her car. revs it a couple of times and peels outta there! wheeee! gets to turn on sirens and lights and all! XD::
<Hospital> ((<Chance> I never come here to have fun. ))
<TashaForge> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> ::makes sure she’s buckled up::
<FletchRyder> ::feels himself pulled into the back of his seat, staring straight ahead at the road as it whizzes by::
<JosieLyons> ((<Jake>::hopes to get into another Hospital Smack Down brawl with some hoods of Dark Kat’s again. That was fun and he looked verah cool.::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<JakeSK> ((<Jake> You should try it! I come here all the time and ride on the wheelchairs and press the call buttons and then run away and type stupid stuff on those laptops they leave in the hallways… It’s great.))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<JosieLyons> ((::mun always loved that scene XD when they went by the X-Ray thing lol and then when Razor says “Fastest glov-a-trix in the west.”::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ((<Jake> and whats really fun is messing with peoples charts. That one kat..poor guy..they shaved him from head to toe. He looked like a rat. ))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ::fwee time and they make it to Puma dyne! gets out and grins:: hows that for fast?
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
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<JosieLyons> Glad I haven’t had my lunch yet, fast.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::finds one of the available towels, unless budget is so tight that it’s BYOT. Retreats into a shower stall and has a really thorough scrubover::
<FletchRyder> ::flat tone, unbuckling and getting out:: It’ll do. ::opens door to get out, smiling once his head’s turned away::
<JakeSK> ::finds a currently empty nurse’s station and looks around for some of those handy hospital/doctors clothes that movie people always find and steal::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Um, who are you?))
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* Retrieving #mbi_sk modes…
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* JosieLyons sets mode: +nts
<ChanceSK> ((She beat me to it! ))
<JakeSK> ((<Jake> ::can’t find any because it’s not a movie and the animators skimped on drawing details in the backgrounds:: ))
<ChanceSK> ((You leave all the fun outta kicking, Annu. XD ))
<TashaForge> ((sure hope that wasn’t Leo XD))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Ooh, we can kick people? I must remember this!))
<JosieLyons> ((::laughs:: … fastest IRC kicker in the west. ::grin poses like Razor::))
<ChanceSK> Find anything? ::looking out for him::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Doubtful. He’s got a distinctive address.))
<Hospital> :: has extra said items available ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> ((No it wasn’t, I checked.))
<JosieLyons> ((LEo’s online but he never seems to show. :P))
<TashaForge> It’ll do?! Oh come on…::heading inside::
<TashaForge> ((yeah true. Just remembering that day he came in under some other name and kinda stumped us on who he was))
<JosieLyons> ::goes inside after they do, glad to be OUT of her car XD::
<JakeSK> Yeah. ::swipes a couple of outfits and, tossing one to Chance, moves to duck into a bathroom just down the hall::
<JosieLyons> ((lol I did a whois, this person was in several other rooms that Leo wouldn’t be in))
<ChanceSK> ::goes after him, emerges sometime later inna long white coat and stethoscope::
<TashaForge> ((ahh see! this is why you guys are much better at this than I. I do good to OP people and change my nickname XD))
<FletchRyder> ::enters the building, sizing up the Enforcer presence and walks authoritavely towards where the break-in occurred::
<TashaForge> ((….okay..is there anyone else in here that just finds Chance in a doctor’s outfit a little bit scary? XD))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol))
<JakeSK> ((At least he’s not dressed as a surgeon.))
<JosieLyons> ((::laughs!::))
<JakeSK> ::is dressed likewise::
<TashaForge> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> ::walks along with Ryder and Forge! serious expression. wes come to do sum investimigation!::
<FletchRyder> ((lol <Chance> Dude! A mini-tomahawk! <Jake> Wait! Chance! Don’t thr-! <Chance> ::too late, pelts it at the back of a doctor’s head, ko’ing him:: Cooool!! Put these in our glovatrix, Jake!))
<TashaForge> ::walking along with them. Looking as serious as one with blue streaks in her hair can look XD ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JakeSK> ((<Jake> ::raids the records room, while Chance is drug off to an operating room by an overly pushy nurse:: <Chance> ::is shoved in the door, offers a faint smile as a group of doctors looks up at him, then looks at the patient… who is having open heart surgery… faints:: ))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JosieLyons> ((::DEAD!::))
<ChanceSK> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<ChanceSK> Okay. Lead the way.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::if shampoo is available, even washes her hair out, something she used to hate. Reconsiders cutting it. When done, dries off and gets dressed in the clean clothes, balling up the old ones and stuffing them in her backpack. Ties her wet hair up into a twist, and goes out to forage for food.::
<Hospital> :: has a sign in the corridor showing that records is located in an underground level ::
<JosieLyons> ::mun assumes we’re let back into the R&D department?::
<JakeSK> ::reads the sign:: Guess we head down.
<Hospital> <Enforcers> :: are busy milling about the place. Don’t regard the MBI agents much this time around ::
<FletchRyder> ::make it past the Enforcer watchdogs then and indeed enters the R&D area::
<ChanceSK> :nods, heads on after him, looking around::
<TashaForge> ::goes on in then! start looking around:: Hmm..where should we start?
<FletchRyder> Did you two get a chance to read Agent Manx and Agent Forge’s report on the first break-in?
<JosieLyons> ::nods:: I did. ::glances round:: There was a vial of anti-matter stolen from here… some holographic device was placed to where it looked like the vial was still here. They found it when Forge noticed it wasn’t casting a shadow. So, start looking things over carefully for a similar thing.
<TashaForge> ::nods. starts milling around to look::
<JakeSK> ::heads for the elevators and punches the button for the correct lower level::
<Hospital> <Basement Level> :: is dimly lit, with rows upon rows of shelves giving a labryinth appearance ::
<FletchRyder> ::nods, impressed, as he starts searching the various shelves for any missing shadows::
<ChanceSK> ::eyes as nurses and doctors rush towards another area, is rather glad he never pursued such a career::
<JosieLyons> ::looks around as well at a place they aren’t::
<Hospital> <Shelves> :: this time are disarayed, some knocked over, with various vials on the floors, none broken, but it’s definately a mess. Several recently made charts are nearby that note everything being present ::
<Hospital> <Shelves> :: at Puma-Dyne that is ::
<JakeSK> ::stares as the basement doors open:: I hope there’s a good filing system down here.
<TashaForge> ::frowns at the scene:: Well…looks like there was quite the scene here.
<FletchRyder> ::to speed up the process, simply touches every vial as he goes down a row and any on the floor he comes upon, being careful to not accidently step on any::
<JakeSK> ((<Files> ::of course! are organized Q-C:: ))
<Hospital> <Computer> :: is near the basement level entrance, with a card catalogging system on display ::
<ChanceSK> ::nods, goes in and looks around, poking at this and that;:
<ChanceSK> ((:DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> ::glances over everything, minding stuff on the floor, eying each item on each shelf slowly::
<Hospital> <Vials> :: are all “real” ::
<JakeSK> ::spies the computer and goes to start typing at it:: Let’s see….
<FletchRyder> Find anything? ::after completing several rows with no luck::
<Hospital> <Computer> :; still logged in, as if someone didn’t log out yet ::
<TashaForge> Nothing here.
<JosieLyons> Not yet… ::looking at any machinery that may be in there, or tech:;
<ChanceSK> ::keep an eye out for him, looks curiously at random books::
<JakeSK> Perfect. ::searches using the name of the kat in question::
<ChanceSK> Huh?
<JakeSK> The last user didn’t log out.
<TashaForge> ::Still looking around the R&D department::
<JosieLyons> ::do they find anything or is it a lost cause today?::
<FletchRyder> ::sighs, scratching the back of his neck in thought, looking towards the sliced up door::
<Hospital> ((Back. Got taken away for a moment.))
<ChanceSK> Anything useful?
<JosieLyons> ((s’okay! ^_^))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((It’s okay.))
<ChanceSK> (WB!)
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<Hospital> <Computer> :: seemingly already has the search displayed, as if it’s already been accessed… ::
<Hospital> <PD R&D> :: no holograms present, but the differences in situation should speak for themselves XD ::
<JosieLyons> This place is an utter mess… it’s like that thing was looking for something which wasn’t here…
<JakeSK> ::frowns at that:: Crud. Chance, check for a folder C4346 in Row 12.
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Yeah..and got mad and trashed the place.
<FletchRyder> Something.. ::pondering, in a hushed voice:: Or someone. ::playing with the idea that maybe the creature and the mysterious stranger aren’t on the same side::
<JosieLyons> Someone, Ryder?
<Hospital> <Row 12> :: in the dimly lit chamber, a brief glow blazes momentarily and quickly dissipates ::
<ChanceSK> ::nods, goes do so, looks around:: C4346..
<FletchRyder> Isn’t a bit coincidental that wherever the creature shows up, this mysterious kat in a hoodie has already been? I don’t know what to make of it, but it certainly holds some sort of significance.
<Hospital> <Row 12> :: on the floor is a manilla folder, labled with “C4346.” It lays open, with a pile of ashes within and spread about ::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Yeah. It does..but what? I mean..what if they are working together instead of against each other?
<ChanceSK> ::frowns: I found something, but…
<JosieLyons> You think perhaps this guy is controlling these … creatures?
<JakeSK> I don’t like the “but” part… ::heading that way::
<Hospital> <Someone> :: from above Chance, descends from atop one of the shelves, landing behind him and sprints down the dim corridor ::
<JakeSK> <Jake> ::just turning down that aisle, sees:: Chance! ::points behind him::
<ChanceSK> Huh…?! ::spins around:: HEY! Get back here! ::chase!::
<JosieLyons> ((<Someone>::has a red clown nose and wearing nothing but a hospital gown, flees down the way laughing insanely sounding an awful lot like Robin Williams::))
* Hospital is now known as Someone
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<Someone> ((::snorks::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> No, I don’t think that’s it. Why come in here on his own and then send in a flunkie after the fact? And why send one after Ms. Merle? ::crosses his arms:: I think… I think the creature’s after someone. Probably him.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JakeSK> ::chases after as well, behind Chance::
<Someone> :: runs down the hall, but skids to a stop, as he sees Jake blocking/running in his direction. Turns off to the side, heading deeper into the basement ::
<ChanceSK> ((BRBRQ!))
<TashaForge> ::Frowns:: So…we probably need to try to catch this mysterious guy and see whats going on then.
<JosieLyons> Easier said than done, Forge. ::sighs:: If this thing is after this guy, I wish he’d come to the Bureau for help.
<JakeSK> That way! ::heads after him::
<TashaForge> ((<Jake> Chance! This is no time for BBQ!))
<TashaForge> ::nods:: agreed.
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD! always reads it as that too::))
<FletchRyder> And what could we do? Obviously, this character knows what he’s dealing with more than we do. If nothing else, getting ahold of him may shed some light as to what this creature is and what in paw’s name is going on.
<Someone> ((<Chance> But i just found this great cookbook. It’s got ribs! <Jake> Chance, that’s Gray’s Anatomy… <Chance> Gray looks pretty tasty then ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<JakeSK> ((::DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiESDEAD!::))
<JosieLyons> ((::DEAD::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<JosieLyons> But how can we find this kat?
<TashaForge> Well…this is three hits on chemical type places. Perhaps start doing watches at them?
<FletchRyder> Or just watch out for any more creature sightings. That thing makes a pretty good hound dog as far as keeping on this guy’s trail.
<Someone> :: takes a turn down the corridor that straightens out…. only to find a dead-end ::
<ChanceSK> ((Stop picking on my BBQ XD))
<ChanceSK> ::skids to a stop:: Stay right there! ::points to that someone::
<JakeSK> ((::stops just as she was picking off a particularly tasty-looking morsel::))
<Someone> ((<Someone> This is a blatant fire-code violation! :: as is tackled ::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ((::slinks away with BBQ chickenleg in mouth::))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEAD::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JakeSK> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<JosieLyons> True… hmm… we should probably head back to HQ. Nothing else to find here.
<Someone> :: ceases to run, standing near the wall. Is wearing plain clothes and a hooded sweatshirt, his features indistinct under the hood ::
<FletchRyder> Yeah, I think we’re done here. ::uncrossing arms as he heads back out::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Inform the director of what we are kinda putting together. ::heads out::
<JakeSK> ::coming up by Chance:: Who are you? What are you doing here?
<Someone> :: holds his stance, not responding, seemingly considering options ::
<FletchRyder> There isn’t really anything solid to this, just a roughly put together theory based on what little factual evidence we have linking all these variables together. It’s worth pursuing, though.
<TashaForge> I agree. ::walks out to her car::
<ChanceSK> :eyes narrow:: Answer the question. ::takes a step towards him::
<JosieLyons> ::goes out with them:: So do I. ::gets in back of tasha’s car::
<FletchRyder> ((<Chance> You better start talking or I’ll start taking your blood pressure! ::holds up the air-pump arm-wrap thingy of doom!::))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<Someone> :: seems to have reached a decision, as he takes a defensive stance, and raises his right arm up, the sleeve of the sweatshirt pulled back to reveal… a Glovatrix ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::gets in and starts it up. won’t drive as fast this time XD::
<JakeSK> ::sees it:: What in th’…?!
<ChanceSK> What th…?!
<FletchRyder> ::gets in car::
<Someone> :: fires two non-lethal mini-octapus missiles that streak rapidly at Chance and Jake ::
<JosieLyons> ::thank goodness XD:: I wonder who IS in control of those creatures if it isn’t that guy…
<TashaForge> ::heads out with them. heading back for HQ:: dunno. Does this fit the typical tactics of some of those supervillians around here?
<JakeSK> ::tries to dodge, but it’s a very narrow hall::
<ChanceSK> Get down! ::drags Jake down::
<FletchRyder> Who says someone has to be controlling them? Why can’t they be acting on their own motivation? The creature’s obviously intelligent.
<Someone> <Octopus Missiles> :: fly over Chance and Jake when the duck and knock down a series of cabinet shelves, opening up an exit :: <Someone> :: runs/leaps over the ducked Chance and Jake, going through the new pathway ::
<Someone> ((they duck^))
<FletchRyder> ::idly rolls down window, not letting his regret at their slower pace show externally::
<ChanceSK> Get back here! ::chases after him once he makes sure Jake isn’t injured::
<Someone> :: makes way to opposite end of the basement where elvator/stairs are located. Bolts through the stairs access ::
<JosieLyons> Yes but it was made of … electricity or something… it had to have been created by someone. ::thinks:: Probably, Forge, but which ones I’m not sure. Requires some research.
<ChanceSK> ::growling:: <A fine time to be without my GLovatrix…>
<JakeSK> ::is slightly squished, but scrambles to his feet and gives chase too::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Maybe we should sit down and look at all the evidence of these cases together. See if we can find some sort of link. Maybe there is something we are missing here.
<FletchRyder> ::considers this, resting his elbow on the window frame::
<TashaForge> Besides the mysterious guy that is
<Someone> :: once in the stairwell, aims the Glovatrix upward, firing a jump-line upwards. Rapidly ascends upward just as Chance nears him ::
<JosieLyons> ::Nods:: sounds like a good plan to me.
<Someone> ((<Chance> Good thing I don’t go downward, downward, downward… <Jake> :: enters the stairwell :: Is that Jason lying on the floor? <Korat> X_@ er, I fell downward, downward, downward… ))
<ChanceSK> ((::DEADDEAD!!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!::))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> What.. ::abruptly turning away from looking out window:: What was it that was stolen the first time? Some sort of anti-matter stuff?
<ChanceSK> I don’t believe this!
<TashaForge> ((:DIIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JakeSK> ::joins him:: It really is a glovatrix… ::quietly::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: I think thats what it was. Joe said it was something like that anyway.
<Someone> :: reaches the top, disapearing from sight. The sound of a door opening and closing echoes from far above ::
<ChanceSK> I don’t care if it’s an F-16! That thing’s getting away!
<ChanceSK> ::as he goes up the stairs::
<Someone> <Hospital> :: is several several stories tall XD ::
<FletchRyder> Well, what exactly is that? What would it be good for, where did it come from, that sort of thing. Anyone know?
<JosieLyons> Anti-matter, Manx looked up the definition and put it in the report. I can’t remember off the top of my head what it was though.
<TashaForge> I sure don’t. I did good to pass chemistry in high school.
<Someone> ((<Tasha> They wouldn’t let us use anti-matter in class due to a past incident… ))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<JakeSK> ::chases after, seriously doubts they’re going to catch the guy… and is more concerned with how someone else got a glovatrix::
<ChanceSK> ::manages to reach the roof, as mun supposes that’s where the thing went?
<Someone> <The Roof> :: or as T-Bone would say “To the Roof!” is covered in that weird gravely stuff that’s usually found atop larger buildings. Lots of it has been displaced, looks like footsteps. Individual was running… toward the edge of the roof. Foot prints end ::
<ChanceSK> Great…
<JakeSK> ::looks over the edge:: Looks like someone’s one step ahead of us…
<TashaForge> ((<chance>::sniffles as he looks over the edge where the footprints end:: Alas…I knew him well…. <Jake> ::baps him on the backside of the head:: You didn’t know him AT ALL! <Chance> True….::shrugs and walks away then:: Want pizza tonight, buddy?))
<Someone> <Streets Below> :: bustle with traffic, pedestrians, etc. ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<ChanceSK> So that thing walked off with the only evidence we may’ve found.
<JakeSK> ((::DEAD::))
<JakeSK> Or destroyed it rather.
<JosieLyons> ::shalla we reach MBI through power of fwee? XD::
<ChanceSK> :punches the wall:: How did that thing manage a Glovatrix?! I didn’t see him pull it out!
<LizzieSelkirk> ::made her way to the breakroom, remembering its location from the last time. Is currently devouring donuts::
<Someone> :: I am not a thing! XD ::
<TashaForge> ::fweeee! pulls up and gets out!:: So who wants the joy of telling the Director?
<JosieLyons> You two. ::grins:: I’m going to pull up Manx and Forge’s reports.
<Someone> :: is but a suspcious kat wearing plain clothes and a hooded sweatshirt…. who happens to be suspicously invovled with these weird situations… and carries a glovatrix concealed in his sweatshirt sleeve. No reason to be hatin’ XD ::
<JakeSK> I don’t know. ::can’t account for any functional glovatrixes ever getting lost… but someone could have copied a damaged one maybe… or just copied the concept::
<Someone> <Used Octapus Missiles> :: are still in the basement. Bad evidence for Enforcers ::
<TashaForge> ::looks to Ryder:: its your idea about the whole conections. Why don’t you do it? I should check on Miss Merle.
<TashaForge> ((^connections))
<JosieLyons> ::heads on inside when they do::
<JakeSK> Come on. I want to look at what’s left of that file.
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Alright. ::getting out and heading in::
<ChanceSK> ::sighs:: Think there’s anything else down there?
<JakeSK> We’ll see.
<JosieLyons> ::heads on inside and goes to pull up files::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is in the breakroom if anyone’s looking for her::
<TashaForge> ::goes inside and looks for Stormcrow. finds her in breakroom!:: Hey there, Miss Merle. I see you found the food.
<LizzieSelkirk> Yeah. ::nervous look:: The showers too. ::taps her twisted-up wet hair::
<Someone> <Basement> :: no one’s gone down there yet. it seems, the situation unchanged ::
<LizzieSelkirk> Thank you for letting me use them.
<ChanceSK> ::doesn’t like any of this;:
<TashaForge> ::gets some coffee for herself and joins her. smiles:: Its not a problem. Now we just need to find you a place to stay and a job.
<JakeSK> ::stops on the way back down to pick up those octopus missiles, eyeing them curiously::
<LizzieSelkirk> The job’s the only part that’s really important, but thank you.
<TashaForge> Well I may have to do some asking for you on a job. I’m new in town myself and just barely found this place.
<ChanceSK> ;goes back to the computer room, wondering if there are any other missing files::
<Someone> <Used Octopus Missiles> ::seem genuine… but there’s something strange about them. Similar wear and tear that was present on the retrieved communicator ::
<JosieLyons> ::pulls up proper reports, assumes they’ll discuss this in conference room or the office area. wants coffee and donuts too though… so heads to breakroom first, file tucked uner her arm::
<LizzieSelkirk> Oh . . . Um, well, I don’t want to put you to too much trouble. If I can get hold of a newspaper, I can probably find something.
<JakeSK> ::frowns at the Octopus Missile::
<TashaForge> ::smiles:: what is it with you? You want help but you don’t want it. Its interesting. You are saying you want a job and all but whenever someone tries to help you shy away. Thats no way to get ahead in this world
<ChanceSK> Everything else in here seems intact.
<JakeSK> ::trots back in there and picks up the file they were looking for::
<Someone> <Manilla Folder> :: is full of ash ::
<JakeSK> ::looks at it and sighs::
<JosieLyons> ::sets file on table, goes to get donut and coffee, listens to Tasha and LS::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::looks down at the table, trying to phrase it as best she can:: I know, but, well, I don’t really need much help. I just want to be able to last in this city a bit longer. I don’t want to be a burden to anyone. ::by which she means she doesn’t want to be indebted to anyone/be controlled, but doesn’t say that::
<ChanceSK> Is that the ONLY thing you found?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::takes another bite of donut::
<JakeSK> THat’s all that’s left.
<TashaForge> Well you aren’t being a burden to us. This is our job. This is what we do is help people. So stop being so shy and let us help you. ::soft smile. just wants the girl to stop being so closed and actually open up to them::
<ChanceSK> Wonderful.