Jason finished giving Ann a tour of the MBI. Ann interviewed him for some information about the organization. After the interview, Johnny goes out to the newsvan while Ann and Jase make lunch plans. That mysterious Someone knocks Johnny out and puts him in the back of the van then gets in the driver’s seat. Ann says bye to Jase and realizes too late after getting into the van that the Someone is not Johnny. Jase doesn’t see this and goes inside. The Someone peels out of there.
Stormcrow goes to talk to Jase after Ann leaves about a job at the MBI. Jase offers her a position as receptionist which she takes. He gives her a desk and sets up the phone and all to get her started. Then Jase asks if she, and Fletch who was also in the room there in the offices, would like lunch. Orders are placed and Jase goes off to Subway to fetch their food. Fletch tells Stormcrow that he or any other agent can answer questions, and the two discuss Hertz a little as the poor fellow came by after having a bad experience dealing with a stapler. Fletch also warns her to not discuss any cases she may overhear as he’s not fully trusting her yet. Jase then returns with the sandwiches and they all have lunch.
Meanwhile, the Someone takes Ann to the desert (at unbelievable speeds) where he takes out her camera and tells her to report. Ann doesn’t know what to report about until a meteor crashes nearby. She then does what the Someone says to and describes the event. Getting close to the meteor, it turns out to be some sort of metallic object. The object sends out a deadly laser blast up into the sky for a few moments then stops and turns into ash just like the holographic image devices that’ve been found earlier by the MBI and SKs. Ann demands answers to which the Someone doesn’t give and is taken back to the MBI. She yanks the hood off of the Someone revealing no head at all! The Someone leaves quickly replacing his hood. Ann goes inside and informs Jase of this with a now conscious Johnny as well as Fletch and Stormcrow.
<Annu> ((back! ::giving up on photoshop tonight lol:: Hey Matt! I hoped to have images and other things but I’m too slow at it tonight and didn’t get a chance like I thought to do somethin’))
* Annu is now known as Ann_Gora
<JasonKorat> ((WB!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Wb!))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<TashaForge> ::hrm..still sittin in the breakroom!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::so, this the same day, presumably?::
<JasonKorat> ::where are we at? Different day?::
<TashaForge> ::Same day so the interview can continue?::
<Ann_Gora> ::depends on if we finished up stuff and interviwed Jase yet?::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::same day sounds good::
<JasonKorat> ::we’s can still interview if you wish::
<FletchRyder> ((<Jase> ::secretly waiting for just the right moment in which to pull out his secret weapon in front of the rolling cameras, a “Hi Mom!” sign::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<Ann_Gora> ((::dies!::))
<Ann_Gora> ::okiee! then arrive back in Jase’s office after tour?::
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<JasonKorat> :shua!:: And, back to where we started.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::so, what did we have to say?::
<Ann_Gora> Well this is a nice setup, ::motions for Johnny to quit a filmin’:: though you all could have more here.
<JasonKorat> Yeah, well. We’ve just started. ::shrugs::
<Ann_Gora> I know but still… I fear this will continue and the MBI will get the short end of the stick when it comes to future funding should you all be approved.
<FletchRyder> ((<Jason> Oh no, they provide us with plenty of high quality sticks. Rest assured. <Ann> ::blinks, seeing various agents subduing criminals with sticks:: <Hertz> ::only qualified to carry a popsicle stick, and in bubble wrap at that::))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEADDEAD!!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> ::chuckles:: We’ll be sure it’s a big stick. ::winks::
<Ann_Gora> ((::diiies!::))
<Ann_Gora> ::laughs a little and smiles:: Will you be willing to give me a small interview before I go, Jase?
<TashaForge> ((::diiies!::))
<Enforcer_Band> <Big Manilla Folder> :: is still sitting on top of Jase’s desk XD ::
<JasonKorat> Sure. ::is aware of the folder xD::
<Ann_Gora> Alright. Just sit here behind your desk::if he isn’t already:: and I’ll ask you a few things about the Bureau.
<JasonKorat> ::nods, goes sit::
<Ann_Gora> ::motions for Johnny to film again:: This is Ann Gora here with the Captain of the MBI, Jason Korat. ::not a live feed btw:: <Johnny>::turns to Jase now to film him:: <Ann> Thank you for taking time out for this interview, Captain. From the looks of that single file there, I’d assume you have a major case on your paws?
<JasonKorat> Anytime, Ann. And, yes, we do. We’re currently looking at the recent thefts at Puma Dyne. ::will refrain from any mention of the mess the MBI is in from the sick judges and the like::
<Ann_Gora> So the MBI is doing more than taking care of parking violations and shoplifters then? ::smiles::
<Ann_Gora> ::is what mun assumed the public was led to believe that’s all they were there for to give Enforcers some slack XD::
<JasonKorat> You could say so. ::grins:: And, we’re doing our best to keep the city safe.
<Enforcer_Band> ((<Jase> Shoplifters?! :: cringes, dives and hides under desk :: <Ann> … ))
<Ann_Gora> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<Ann_Gora> Is the MBI still open for recruiting?
<JasonKorat> ((:DIES!::))
<JasonKorat> We’re open for anyone interested in applying so long as they’re over the age of 18.
<Ann_Gora> What experience does one need to apply? Do you at the MBI offer training as the Enforcers do in their Academy?
<Enforcer_Band> ((<Jason> And NOT ugly :: in a joking manner :: But seriously, if you’re hideous, go somewhere else ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<Ann_Gora> ((::busts up!::))
<JasonKorat> ((::DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<JasonKorat> Basic martial arts and firearms, but we can train the newer recruits to do such.
<Ann_Gora> ::nods:: Anything you’d like to tell our viewers further on the MBI, Captain?
<Ann_Gora> ((about^ not on))
<Enforcer_Band> <Rest of Megakat City> :: rather docile by MKC standards, a fairly uneventful day for any agents who happen to be on patrol/investigating ::
<JasonKorat> Sure. Please, take us seriously. We may be the new kids on the block, but we’re doing our best to keep the city secure. All we need is the benefit of the doubt. That’s all we ask for.
<Ann_Gora> ::smiles and motions for Johnny to go back to her:: I’m sure the citizens of Megakat City will be happy to, Captain. Thank you again for your time. This is Ann Gora for Katseye News. ::pauses then:: cut. That’s a wrap. <Johnny>::heads on out to the newsvan:: <Ann>::goes over to Jase:: I wish you all the best, Jase.
* Enforcer_Band is now known as Someone
<JasonKorat> ::smiles, stands::Thanks, Annie. I really appreciate it.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::uh-oh!::
<Ann_Gora> ::gives him a small hug and pats his back:: When you get a free moment, how about having a late lunch some afternoon? We haven’t done that for ages.
<JasonKorat> ::returns the hug:: Sure. Anyplace in particular?
<Someone> :: appears from the other side of the van, coming up behind Johnny as he’s unloading the camera equipment. Sticks a cylindrical device on the back of Johnny’s neck :: <Device> :: sends out a electrical surge, causing his nervous system to reset and knock him unconscious ::
<Ann_Gora> How about that cafe’ near the University? If it’s still there.
<FletchRyder> ::is at his desk, diving into some books he checked out from the library that deal with Katalysts and Anti-Matter and the like, trying to educate himself on some of the items stolen from the various complexes hit by the mysterious thief::
<Ann_Gora> <Johnny> Herk! ::shocked! then falls over, glad the camera was safely put away at least XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::is presumably still in the breakroom with Tasha::
<Someone> :: catches Johnny so that he doesn’t fall to the ground, hefts him up and stashes him into the back seat of the van. ::
<JasonKorat> ::chuckles:: Sure thing. I take it you still like tuna salads?
<TashaForge> ((I may sit this one out tonight guys. I wanna watch and keep into whats going on, but I’m distracted talking to mom as well so yeah…just pretend I’m here XD))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Okay.))
<JasonKorat> ((Kies!))
<FletchRyder> ((No prob, CK))
<Ann_Gora> ((lol it’s alright bebbe! ^_^ Join in when she’s gone off to bed or somethin’. ^_^))
<JasonKorat> ((What she said! XD))
<Someone> ((<Jase> :: throwing balled up pieces of paper at Tasha’s head :: <Others> :: shoot rubber-bands, etc. :: <Tasha> :: remains unresponsive :: <Jase> This is actually quite entertaining… ))
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Ann_Gora> <Johnny>::issa stashed! X_x OAW be gentle!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<Ann_Gora> Of course. ::smiles::
<JasonKorat> ((::DEADDEAD!!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::dies!::))
<Someone> :: takes the keys to the van from the motionless Johnny as he closes the side-door. Walks around and takes a seat in the driver’s side ::
<JasonKorat> Tuna salad at the University cafe’ it is. :grins:
<Someone> ((<Ann> Ick, tuna. Reminds me too much of cat food. <Jase> :: perplexed look, scratches head ::))
<Ann_Gora> ::Someone is gonna get it from me now! XD don’t be stealin’ mah camerakat! or Van! or scoop! -g-:: Give me a call soon to tell me a day. ::heads for his door::
<Ann_Gora> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ::eyes getting heavier by the minute, finding the uninteresting text on the pages getting blurry. rubs his eyes some and pulls his head away from the books for a moment:: <Argh. Research bites.>
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!:))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((brb!))
<JasonKorat> You know I will. It was great seeing you again other than the TV at 9 p.m. every night…
<Ann_Gora> ::laughs:: You actually watch my newscast still? ::grins, he walking her down hall ‘n stuff?::
<JasonKorat> How else do you think I get my news? ;:grins back as he walks down the hall with her::
<Ann_Gora> Well, that newscaster for Insider News on KBS is quite a looker. ::snickers::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((back!))
<Ann_Gora> ((wb!))
<JasonKorat> ((WB!))
<Ann_Gora> The way she fluffs her hair woo!
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((ty!))
<Someone> ((<Jase> They’re dudes… <Ann> Yeah, quite the lookers aren’t they? @_@ ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<JasonKorat> ::busts up!:: Really? What time does she come on so I can catch her? ::waits to be smacked. XD::
<JasonKorat> ((::dies!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::DIES::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<Ann_Gora> Ey! ::play smacks his arm as she reaches the front door::
<JasonKorat> ::laughs!:: Okay!Okay! I’ll just keep an eye on the 9 p.m. news. Sheesh. ::grins:
<Ann_Gora> Thank you, you pud. ::smiles and goes out the door, heads towards the news van::
<Someone> <Van> :: is ready and waiting, the engine humming, along with a driver in the front seat, most likely Johnny XD ::
<JasonKorat> You be careful out there, okay?
<Ann_Gora> ::approaching it from the back, so assumes it is. opens up her purse for something as she reaches the door. opens it turning back to Jase not looking in:: I’m ALWAYS careful, Jase. You’re the one in the dangerous position. ::laughs a little then climbs on in. shuts door:: Camera secured and all, Johnny? ::glances over now at the driver, gasps! it ees not Johnny!::
<Someone> <Van Doors> :: lock :: <Van> :: accelerates forward with a screech of tires ::
<FletchRyder> ((<Hertz> ::gasps! racing from his seat at the squealing of a large van’s tires outside:: NUOOO!! You’ve evaded me for the last time, Ice Cream Man!))
<JasonKorat> ::chuckles at her, then blinks as the van screams away: Huh… must be inna hurry… ::turns to head back inside::
<Ann_Gora> You’re not Johnny! ::turns to try and open the door:: Hey! Let me out! ::tries to roll down window if she can::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<JasonKorat> ((:FALLSOVER!!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::DIIIES::))
<Someone> <Windows> :: are power windows, and similarly locked :: <Someone> :: through a synthetic voice :: Put your seatbelt on.
<JasonKorat> ::heads on inside, calls:: Anybody alive in here?
<Ann_Gora> ::mrrrs:: What? No! Let me out of here, now! ::tries to slap at the driver lol! girl hitting him on his arm XD::
<FletchRyder> ::stands at attention ((checking pulse on his way up)):: Sir, yes sir.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::perks her ears as she hears Jase’s voice, remembers she needs to ask him about getting a job. Since Tasha’s being unusually quiet right now, gets up and heads in the direction of his voice::
<JasonKorat> At ease. ::to Ryder:: How’s the research going?
<Someone> :: ignores her. Pulls sleeve back on left forearm, to reveal a very alien looking piece of technology attached to his arm. Takes a moment to press a series of buttons on it with his other hand :: <Scene outside of Van> :: abruptly begins to motion blur as everything appears to streak by an an unbeleiveable speed ::
* TashaForge has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
<Someone> ((at an^))
<Ann_Gora> ((guys, Tasha says she’s bailing for the night. her connection’s too annoying to deal with X_x))
<FletchRyder> ::stands less rigid, glancing down at his open books:: I’m afraid it’s progressing very slowly, Captain. I’m not especially familiar with the terminology used in these books.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::approaches the two semi-cautiously::
<JasonKorat> It’s alright. I guess this case has got us all inna mind jumble.
<JasonKorat> ((Kies!))
<Ann_Gora> ::yelps! pushed back into her seat as they’re speeding up. gulps, manages to slowly get seatbelt on XD:: Who… who are you? Where are you taking me? What have you done with Johnny?
<LizzieSelkirk> ((That’s okay. Tell her goodnight from us.))
<Someone> ((<Fletch> I’m not epsecially familiar with the terminology used in these, uh…. what’s this word? <Jase> Spell it <Fletch> B-O-O-K-S <Jase> :: facepalm ::))
<FletchRyder> Yes sir. ::head turns to Stormcrow as he notices her approaching, tips his head in greeting::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Ann_Gora> ((::laughs!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Fletch> Dude, I just don’t understand it! I watch Bill Nye like all the time too!))
<Ann_Gora> ((LOL!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!!!))
<Someone> :: doesn’t reply, and after a few moments, presses another series of buttons :: <Van> :: is abruptly at a stand-still, with no deceleration having taken place, yet the innertia that should’ve killed them had they stopped so fast hasn’t taken effect :: <Someone> :: unbuckles and exits the van :: <Van Doors> :: become unlocked ::
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!”PP))
<JasonKorat> ::turns to see Stormcrow::
<Ann_Gora> ::blinks at this… notes the doors unlocking and after unbuckles her seatbelt, she scrambles out of the van::
<Someone> <Where They be> :: is the middle of Megakat Desert, an area that would’ve taken several hours to get to by car :: <Sun> :: shines down from above :: <Tumbleweed> :: blows by ::
<LizzieSelkirk> Um, hello. Am I interrupting anything?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::tries to smile and look nice and apologetic::
<JasonKorat> Not at all, Miss Selkirk. ::figures he was told about her::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::she didn’t give her real name, mun doesn’t think::
<Ann_Gora> ((is Miss Merle))
<FletchRyder> ::says nothing, only regarding her::
* LizzieSelkirk is now known as StormcrowMerle
<Ann_Gora> ::looks around, confused:: How… how on Felinus did we get out here so fast…? ::says aloud more to herself than anyone… or rather Someone ;D looks around to see where he went::
<JasonKorat> ((Merle, then. XD))
<StormcrowMerle> ::aside from the name, he probably was told.:: Oh, good. I was wondering if I could ask you about something, Captain Korat.
<Someone> ;; walks around to the other side of the van, unloading camera and takes it with him, walking up towards a smallish dune ::
<JasonKorat> ::blinks, nods:: Sure. What is it?
<Ann_Gora> Hey! ::shouts at him:: HEY! What are you doing with that? ::starts after him:: That’s expensive equipment, I’ve got material on there!
<Ann_Gora> ::not as easy for her to walk as she’s in heels::
<Someone> :: despite the desert area, keeps the hood of sweatshirt up, keeping most features hidden. Reaches the top of the dune, and waits for her up there ::
<StormcrowMerle> Well . . . ::tries to come up with a better way to approach it than with Tasha and co., since this is one of the head honchos:: First of all, I wanted to thank you and the Bureau again, for all the help you’ve given me in the last few days.
<Ann_Gora> ::finally reaches where he is:: Are you listening to me?! I’m talking to you. ::hands on hips lol::
<JasonKorat> ;:nods:: Anytime. ::leaning against Ryder’s desk, arms crossed::
<Someone> :: loads a fresh tape and hefts the camera onto his shoulder, turning it on, seemingly adjusting the focus. Points it at her ::
<Ann_Gora> ::steps back a bit at that:: If you want to be a camerakat for Katseye, you need to fill out an application same as everyone else. ::folds arms::
<StormcrowMerle> ::continues:: I’ve been able to get newspapers now, and I have a place to stay and high hopes for finding a job. But, it may still take a little while before I *do* find one, and I was wondering . . .
<Someone> :: gestures a ways down the dune towads the desert valley, then points the camera upwards towards the sky. Through syntehtic voice, monotonely says to her :: Report
<JasonKorat> If you could find one here?
<StormcrowMerle> . . . Well, I heard it mentioned that you could use help with cleaning, or organizing things. I don’t have much work experience <None, actually,>, but I could do that. It wouldn’t have to be for very long.
<FletchRyder> ((<Ann> Hey! Don’t you tell me how to do my job! I’ll do as I please in front of the camera! ::starts gallavanting around acting like a monkey as she does the chicken dance:: HaHA! <Someone> Perfect… I’ll get her job in no time after turning this in to her boss.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<JasonKorat> How old are you, miss?
<JasonKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!::))
<StormcrowMerle> Seventeen.
<Ann_Gora> ((sorry ’bout that XD hubby came back ‘n brought me some Wendy’s spicah cheekiiin’ XD))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Ooh, nice!))
<JasonKorat> ((Nummy!))
<JasonKorat> ::nods:: Too young to be an agent. But, we do need a receptionist, now that I think about it… ::thoughtful::
<FletchRyder> ((How convenient! XD))
<Ann_Gora> On what? ::snorts:: This is the desert, there’s nothing here.
<Ann_Gora> ((::DIES Fletch::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::hopeful look!::
<Someone> <Noise> :: from far above, becomes to echo across the desert. Is like a streaking/roaring sound, like something is rocketing down ::
<Someone> ((begins to^))
<FletchRyder> ::folds arms over his chest, looking to the Captain now::
<JasonKorat> ((<SupremeSomeone> :Steps off ship that arrives there:: Good evening, gentlemen. <Ann> It’s you! <SupremeSomeone> All your base are belong to us. <Ann> What?! NO!NONO! That’s just overrated! What is wrong with you?! You have any idea how OLD that is?! <SupremeSomeone> …. ;_;))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*!!!))
<Ann_Gora> ::turns her attention to said noise::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<Ann_Gora> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Someone> ((::snorks::))
<JasonKorat> How good are you at filing and answering phones?
<Someone> <Meteor> :: descends downward in a bright flash of light, impacting in the valley below :: <Someone> :: follows it with the camera ::
<StormcrowMerle> I can do both of those. ::puts on what she believes is a Cheerful Receptionist Smile::
<JasonKorat> Good to hear. When can you start?
<Ann_Gora> ::yelps at that:: Kats alive! ::steps up to the edge of the dune to look over there at it:: How did you know that was coming? ::turns back to the Someone::
<Someone> ((<Everyone> O_O :: shriek in terror at the scary face LS is making :: <Jase> Uh… could you *smile* this time? ))
<StormcrowMerle> Um . . . ::looks down at her jeans, T-shirt, and hoodie:: If this isn’t too casual, I could start today. I don’t have anywhere else to be.
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<Ann_Gora> ((::DIES::))
<Ann_Gora> ::over there towards it not at cause is still far off from it::
<Someone> :: focusses camera on Ann Gora now, doesn’t reply ::
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Someone> <Meteor> :: has made a small crater, nothing life-threatening it seems ::
<FletchRyder> <Deceased Cactus> ::speak for yourself! I may be broken.. or flattened.. but my spirit lives on!::
<Ann_Gora> ::frowns at the guy. sighs. since she doesn’t know what happened to Johnny, figures she’d better do as he asked:: This… This is Ann Gora for Katseye News in the Megakat Desert where what appears to be a meteor has slammed into the surface of Felinus. ::looks to see if this is a live feed going out or not by the lights on cam::
<Someone> ((::snorks!::))
<Someone> <Camera> :: indicates it’s recording, but not live feed ::
<JasonKorat> ::motions to an empty desk:: Its’ all yours.
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD, cactus!::))
<JasonKorat> (<Wile E. Coyote> ::crawls out from under the meteor, a tattered umbrella in one hand::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::more than a little stunned:: . . . Okay . . . <This is almost too easy.> ::takes a seat::
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<Ann_Gora> ::turns a moment to look at the meteor:: The meteor appears to be ::gives estimation of it’s size:: and has made a small crater. Thank goodness it crashed out here in an unpopulated area.
<Someone> <Dust> :: begins to clear, revealing something metallic inside the crater. Glints in the sunshine :: <Crater> :: is within walking distance ::
<JasonKorat> ::goes to the phone, sets it up so the main line goes to her phone, gives her a list of the agents’ phone numbers:: You should be able able to transfer calls from here.
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: All right, sir. ::takes the list and looks at it and the phone carefully.:: <This shouldn’t be too hard.>
<FletchRyder> ::watching all of this rather indifferently, but has this funny warm and tingly sensation inside. yep, time for some lunch::
<Ann_Gora> Hmm… something’s giving off a bit of a shine… ::looks at the Someone. glares:: I’m going to take a closer look. ::slides/walks down the bottom of the dune and soon arrives at the crater, approaching it slowly::
<JasonKorat> Did you eat at all today?
<Someone> :: follows, keeping the camera trained on her ::
<StormcrowMerle> Yeah, I had some donuts when I first came in.
<JasonKorat> That is just not food. ::to Ryder and Merle:: I’m going to the Subway across the street. Name your sub.
<StormcrowMerle> ::feels she should refuse, but waits to see what Ryder does. *Is* kind of hungry still::
<Ann_Gora> ::hopes it’s not giving off any radiation. peers down into the hole it made to see the meteor::
<FletchRyder> ::rather surprised at the offer himself, but could use a bite to eat:: Oh, um, I’ll have a terriyaki chicken with everything on it, sir. ::reaches into pocket, taking out wallet, and handing him some cash:: Just a water with that.
<Someone> <Crater> :: is only about ten feet wide, with a spherical chrome capsule within :: <Someone> :: focusses camera from Ann to the crater/object ::
<Ann_Gora> What the…? This … meteor doesn’t appear to be a meteor at all but… ::slowly gets into crater if it’s not too hot or anything:: what looks to be a spherical chrome like capsule… ::kneels down next to the capsule::
<StormcrowMerle> Um . . . I guess I’ll have a TLT. ::tuna, lettuce, and tomato X) Begins getting her money out too, though doesn’t know how much a sub costs::
<JasonKorat> ::nods, then shakes his head at the money;: My treat. I’ll be right back. ::heads on downstairs::
<StormcrowMerle> But – ::and he’s gone:: Okay then . . .
<Someone> <Crater> :: is surprisingly not warm at all :: <Someone> :: keeps the camera focussed on the events :: <Capsule> :: blinks with various lights, and then rotates. The top end opens partially, and a bright intense violet light shoots upwards like a laser beam into the sky ::
<FletchRyder> ::puts away wallet, figuring he’ll catch the next one, and sits back down at his desk:: If you have any questions that pertain to your duties, you may direct them towards myself or any other agent.
<Ann_Gora> ::gasps and back up quickly, falling backwards on her tail end. scoots back. looks upwards where the laser beam is shot up:: I… I have no idea what this is… ::feels nearby rock. tests it. then tosses it over the device to see if that laser beam will fry it or something::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: I will. ::tries to think of one to start with::
<Someone> <Rock> :: is incinerated :: <Someone> :: caught Ann falling down on camera, turns attention back to her throwing the rock in. :: <Capsule> :: after a few momre moments, ceases :: <Beam> :: zooms upward and disapears into the sky :: <Capsule> :: begins to glow red, and then blackens and turns to ash. :: <Breeze> :: sends the remains scattering ::
<Ann_Gora> ::stands now at that, taking it all in. turns now to Someone:: How did you know about this? What IS it? You want me to report? YOU are the one who needs to inform those who will see this on what just occurred here.
<JasonKorat> ::so heads to the Subway, walking past windows and randomly looking at stores and the like::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Um, where.. is.. the restroom again? ::twitching, as he stumbles into the desk area with a stapler attached to the leg of his pants and several staples along the edges of his uniform:: <Fletch> ::points:: <Hertz> Thankyou! ::hurries away:: <Fletch> ::after a moments pause:: Almost every agent should be able to help you.
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries not to chuckle at Hertz, remembers him as the one who dropped all the trash too:: Is he new here?
<Someone> :: flips a switch, turning the camera off. Begins to make his way back towards the van ::
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD, Hertz!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::diies::))
<FletchRyder> Sort of. Kind of a gimme’ from the Enforcers.
<StormcrowMerle> I see . . .
<Ann_Gora> ::little growl in her voice as she hurries over to Someone. attempts to grab him by the arm:: Talk to me!
<Someone> :: pauses as arm is grabbed, turns to her, his face somehow still hidden beneath the hood. Synthetic voice resonates :: It’s better this way.
<FletchRyder> I’d strongly advise against startling him, or making any sudden movements in his presence. ::mutters:: The guy’s a walking bad omen.
<StormcrowMerle> I will definitely remember that. <What am I getting myself into?>
<Ann_Gora> WHAT is better this way? If you know something about this, shown it to me for me to share with Megakat City, why not give me a clue to what it is that was? Is it a danger to the city? To the world? I won’t give away your identity if you don’t want me to.
<Someone> :: reaches the van, opens the side door, putting the camera back in and also revealing the unconscious Johnny too ::
<Ann_Gora> Johnny! ::goes over to check and see if he’s alive::
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> :starts to come around. A bit. XD::
<Someone> :: gets into the driver’s seat. Waits for her ::
<FletchRyder> You’d also do well to remember that a lot of sensitive cases will pass by you practically every day from now on. These are classified, and I wouldn’t recommend a casual discussion of work with anyone unaffiliated with the bureau, unless kept extremely vague. ::not that he doesn’t trust her, but he doesn’t altogether just yet::
<Ann_Gora> ::lol!, notes Someone getting in:: Hang in there Johnny… ::frowns. shuts the van side door and gets in the passenger’s seat::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: I can understand that, and I won’t say anything. <Don’t have anyone to say it to, anyway.>
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> What’s… going on?
<Someone> :: starts the engine and reverses direction, and in similar fashion as before, causes them to arrive back where they started in front of MBI HQ ::
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Good. ::turns back to desk::
<Someone> ((<Fletch> It’s not that I don’t trust you… it’s just that I don’t trust you ))
<Ann_Gora> I’m not exaclty sure, but I’ll fill you in later… unless THIS guy wants to? ::when they stop, tries to quickly reach out and tries to yank that hood offa this Someone XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Ann_Gora> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> HUh?
<FletchRyder> ((<Ann> ::gasps!:: Scooby Doo! <Scoob> Ruh roh! ::kicks them out of newsvan, which also happened to be stockpiled full of Scooby Snax, and squeals off again, cackling in that high pitched squeal of his::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Ann_Gora> ((::DIIIIES::))
<JasonKorat> ((DEAD!))
<Someone> :: doesn’t react, as lack of hood reveals… absolutely nothing. His head is missing ::
<Ann_Gora> ((WHAAAAA? <Ann>::Screams:: I pulled off his head by accident?!))
<Ann_Gora> ::actually does let out a yelp of fright! XD::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Ann> Jinkies! <Jonny> Zoinks! ::jumps into her arms, shivering::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::busts up!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> ….. ::falls over inna faint;:
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::dies Johnny XD::))
<Someone> :: adjusts the hood, putting it calmly back into place :: Keep your eyes open. Things will get stranger. :: exits the car ::
<Ann_Gora> ::heart pounding at that, watches the… guy go::
<JasonKorat> :returns with the sammishes! For sooth!::
<FletchRyder> ((<Someone> ::off to buy some pumpkins on sale after the Halloween season:: Never should’ve thrown that last one at Ichabod…))
<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles as the sandwiches are brought forth! Lo, the sandwiches are come to dwell among us!::
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAAAAAAAD*))
<Ann_Gora> ((::DIES::))
<JasonKorat> ((:DEAD!::))
<JasonKorat> Lunch!
<Ann_Gora> ::finally gathers her nerve and senses, exits the van halfway falling out of it. goes around and opens the side to get to Johnny:: Johnny… Johnny wake up… ::pats his face a bit::
<FletchRyder> ::ears perk at that, as does his empty stomach, as he turns around to accept the food:: Thank you, Captain.
<StormcrowMerle> Great! Thank you, sir! ::takes the food when it is given::
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> ::wakes up witha start:: HE HAD NO HEAD!
<JasonKorat> Anytime. ::sits in an empty chair, takes out his tuna sammish::
<Ann_Gora> Shhhhhhhhh! I know… look… I’m taking the camera inside here at the MBI, can you come with me or do you want to stay out here?
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> I’m going with you. What if that thing comes back?
<StormcrowMerle> ::proceeds to devour her sub::
<Ann_Gora> Then maybe he’ll get arrested. C’mon. ::hefts the camera up and out:: You need help in?
<FletchRyder> ((<Ann> Maybe you should *head* home? <Jonny> .. what? <Ann> You go *ahead*, I’ll catch up with you later. <Jonny> ::whimpering:: <Ann> Wow, I really should’ve tried to *head* him *off* when I had the chance to with the camera rolling. <Jonny> ::screams!::))
<JasonKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::diies!!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> I’ll be okay.
<FletchRyder> ::biting into his, sipping at his water inbetween massive bites::
<FletchRyder> ((<Ann> You want a *head* start? <Jonny> NO!!))
<JasonKorat> ::finishes off his sub:
<Ann_Gora> ::takes the camera then in her arms and hurries inside. enters the lobby. clothes all dusty/sandy too. hair a bit of a mess:: Jase! Jase!! ::shouts as she makes her way down a hall::
<Ann_Gora> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> ::goes after her::
<StormcrowMerle> Huh? ::hears the Ann, gets up from her desk::
<JasonKorat> ::perks his ears from teh kitchen where he went to wash his hands:: What in…? ::goes there::
<FletchRyder> ::just finishing up his sandwich when he hear’s someone yelling down the hallways. barely gets the last bite swallowed without choking::
<Ann_Gora> Jase! Where’s a VCR? You’ve got to see this! There was this guy, knocked out poor Johnny and took off with us in the van, went out to the desert and this meteor that wasn’t crashed down and ::talking quickly hardly taking a breath lol::
<StormcrowMerle> Can we help you, ma’am? :;doesn’t recgonize who Ann Gora is, not having watched much TV since she’s been here::
<JasonKorat> ::Gets there:: Ann, calm down. ::holds her by the shoulders::
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes on an O.o expression as she hears that::
<FletchRyder> ::gulping down the last of his water to help clear his throat, quickly rushes to the kitchen where the sounds of hysteria are coming from. notes Ann Gora and her camerakat, looking rattled::
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> ::sits, all confused. XD::
<Ann_Gora> ::huffs and shakes her head:: A VCR, or TV! Quickly!
<StormcrowMerle> ::gives the other two a look, as she doesn’t know where a TV or VCR is in this place::
<JasonKorat> There’s one in my office. What’s this all about?
<Ann_Gora> I’ll show you. ::makes way to his office determined!::
<Ann_Gora> ::clutching onto that camera for dear life lol::
<JasonKorat> ::blinks, exchanges a look with the others, goes after her::
<JasonKorat> And, what on earth happened to you? ::once he notices her look::
<StormcrowMerle> ::gives Fletch a “do we follow them?” questioning look::
<FletchRyder> ::catches Jase’s look, expressing a puzzled one himself, then looks down to LS and nods towards the office as he trails the determined reporter::
<StormcrowMerle> ::followeth!::
<Ann_Gora> ::puts camera on his desk, takes out the tape and pops it into the VCR. rewinds it:: This may be the scoop of the century but it’s bigger than that… this hooded guy kidnapped me in the van, drove me out to the desert… in less than a few minutes from HERE with some device… to show me this. ::plays tape now::
<JasonKorat> Hooded guy? ::frowns, looks at tape::
<FletchRyder> ::enters office and stands rigid upon hearing the captor’s description. eyes locked on the TV::
<Ann_Gora> <tape>::ya’ll muns saw what happened. can only hear the hooded figure tho since he’s controlling the camera:: <Ann> He’s filming this. Listen. <Tape>::shows meteor ‘n alla dat stuff XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ::sort of slinks in and hides at the back, but freezes as she too hears the description::
<StormcrowMerle> ::staaaares::
<FletchRyder> ::eyes widen, taking in the scene, as he unknowingly draws closer to the screen::
<JasonKorat> What th’…? ::not believing his eyes::
<Ann_Gora> <Tape>::cuts off after the laser blast dealie:: <Ann>::stops it:: That GUY never told me anything, no matter how much I pleaded with him. He said it was “better that way” or something that we didn’t know… ::sighs, rubs her forehead a bit with a hand:: When we got back, I yanked his hood off to get at least a look at him but… there wasn’t a head on this guy. Like… like he was invisble or something…
<StormcrowMerle> ::gasps::
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> It’s like he had no head. Or a ghost. <Jason> He didnt’ say ANYTHING at all?
<FletchRyder> ::trying to regain his composure, stepping back from the television set:: Some sort of next gen cloaking technology? ::said lowly, looking to Jase::
<Ann_Gora> Not much I’m afraid. Didn’t tell me who he was, how he knew that… thing was going to arrive when it did, how we did some fancy traveling time… nothing. Last thing he said when I saw him without his hood was that “things will get a lot stranger”.
<StormcrowMerle> ::small groan:: Oh no.
<Ann_Gora> I don’t know what to make of it, but I don’t think it can be any good to Megakat City… much less the world.
<JasonKorat> Cloaking technology or not, this doesn’t make any sense. If we knew who was behind all this… ::thinking:: Ann, you mind if I hold on to this tape?
<FletchRyder> ((<Hertz> ::comes into room, walking normally, without any apparent bruises or scratches on him:: Hey guys! I haven’t stubbed my toe all day, and I found this $100 dollar bill outside! <Others> That’s strange..::gasp:: The prophecy has come true!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*!!!))
<Ann_Gora> No, that’s why I brought it to you. I’m not sure if I should show this yet to the public… it might cause a bit of a panic. Remember what happened after the last time something came down from space? ::folds arms. referring to Mutilor ‘n Aquians::
<Someone> ((::snorks::))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((::dies!::))
<JasonKorat> Don’t remind me. ::ejects the tape:: I’ll show this to the director. Maybe we can get something out of all this…
<Ann_Gora> I hope you can Jase… ::ears droop a little. looks worried:: before something happens that you, the Enforcers nor the SWAT Kats can deal with.
<Someone> ((<Ann> :: always so cynical, it defies her character as a broadcast journalist ::))
<JasonKorat> ::nods:: If anything comes up, I’ll let you know.
<JasonKorat> ((::snorks!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Ann_Gora> ::nods:: Thanks. ::looks at Johnny and takes up the camera:: Let’s go Johnny.
<JasonKorat> <Johnny> ::nods, offers to take the camrea;:
<Ann_Gora> ::turns to Jase:: Make a copy of that, Jase. ::hans Johnny the camera:: I want to come back for it in a few days.
<FletchRyder> I’ll escort you two out. ::figuring it best to be safe than sorry this time around::
<Ann_Gora> ::hands^::
<StormcrowMerle> ::moves aside quietly to let them pass::
<Ann_Gora> ::looks at Fletch and nods:: Thank you. ::heads on out of Jase’s office with Fletch ‘n Johnny::
<JasonKorat> Sure thing.
<JasonKorat> ::frowning at tape, thinking;:
<FletchRyder> ::follows them to their van::
<JasonKorat> ((And, the mun needs sleep))
<Ann_Gora> ((Night Sagey!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Goodnight!))
<JasonKorat> ((Night all!))
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnights, Sage!))
<Someone> ((nights sage))
<Ann_Gora> ::reaches the van, gets in driver’s seat in case Johnny’s not feeling up to driving. soon takes off::
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<Ann_Gora> ((lol I take it we should pause here?))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Works for me.))
<FletchRyder> ::after they leave, takes a moment to collect himself, before entering the building once more::
<Ann_Gora> 12 RPG Pause