2005-11-12

<TrinaKorat> ::comes to the Bureau carrying a bagful of food:
<FletchRyder> ((<Stormcrow> ::ends up with a dozen or so alias’ by the time the MBI figures out who she really is::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ::about to head out for patrol, probably running into the laden down Trina:: Lt. Korat, ma’am. ::offering a quick salute:: Can I help you with any of that?
<TrinaKorat> ::tries to look over the bag of food:: Who’s that?
<StormcrowMerle> ::next day, then?::
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<StormcrowMerle> ((Lo!))
* StormcrowMerle sets mode: +o Matt_BBS
<TrinaKorat> (hey matterz!))
<FletchRyder> Uh, Agent Ryder. ::trying to make himself viewable atop the groceries::
<FletchRyder> ((Y’ello, Matt!))
<SandyKat> ((dduuuuuddee!!! ::tackles::))
<TrinaKorat> ((We started not too long ago. ::goes paste in sep. window:::))
<TrinaKorat> Ah! Great. Sure.
<FletchRyder> ::attempts to lessen her load, grabbing half of how many bags she’s sporting::
<TrinaKorat> AH! Lesser bags. Thanks. :heads to kitchen::
<FletchRyder> Your welcome, Lt. ::as he follows her there::
<FletchRyder> ((^You’re))
<TrinaKorat> Anything interesting happen?
<FletchRyder> Nothing to report, ma’am. Yet.
<TrinaKorat> Yet?
<TrinaKorat> ::sets bags down on table::
* Matt_BBS is now known as Kat_inna_Suit
<FletchRyder> ::follows suit:: Well, ma’am, to be quite frank, you know how it is.
<Kat_inna_Suit> ((sorry about that, I’m back now. Heyas everyone))
<TrinaKorat> ((WB!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Is fine. Wb!))
<TrinaKorat> Oh, I suppose. ;grins;: So are you enjoying your job so far?
<StormcrowMerle> ::heads up the street toward the Bureau for her first full day of work. Has tried to make herself look more professional by tying her hair in a bun and wearing dark-colored clothes, though still doesn’t own anything that isn’t jeans-and-T-shirt.::
<Kat_inna_Suit> <MBI Parking Lot> :: quickly fills up with several unmarked sedans. :: <Various Kats> :: wearing suits and/or blue jackets with the letters NSA in yellow on the back of them exit and begin to approach the entrance ::
<Kat_inna_Suit> :: one in particular leads them as he approaches the door and enters the lobby, trailed behind by several others ::
<TrinaKorat> ::Serves herself coffee::
<FletchRyder> It presents various challenges on a seemingly daily basis, and I suppose I find the change-up “enjoyable” when compared to other employment fields.
<StormcrowMerle> ::stares as the sedans arrive and are emptied:: <What’s going on?> ::heads to the door as well, tailing the Suits a little but trying to keep out of their way::
<TrinaKorat> Gotcha. ::smiles::
<StormcrowMerle> Can I help you? ::tries to get a start on her receptionist duty::
<FletchRyder> ::starts taking various items out of the bags and puts them away::
<TrinaKorat> ::helps him::
<Kat_inna_Suit> My name is special agent Jack Spinner. :: shows her an identification :: We’re with the NSA. We have a federal search warrant to investigate this particular premisis for a certain video tape :: holds up a very official looking piece of paper :: <Other Suits> :: begin making their way down the halls ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::goes a little pale, being quite sure she knows what tape he’s talking about, but tries to keep calm:: Very well, sir. You’ll need to speak to Captain Korat. ::doesn’t know if he’s there today, but hopes so::
* Kat_inna_Suit is now known as Jack_Spinner
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::standing veery still in one of those halls, mouth agape, eyes wide, and trembling:: Whatever it is I took from Motel 6 last Christmas, I’m sure we can work something out, fellas!
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<Jack_Spinner> That won’t be neccesary. :: as he heads down a hall as well ::
<FletchRyder> ::ears flick, as the sound of many, many footsteps appear to be coming down the hallway:: <Here comes the ‘yet.’> ::as he stands straight up and starts towards the hall::
<TrinaKorat> Huh…? ::goes after him::
<Jack_Spinner> <Suits> :: go into various rooms, and begin to rummage about ::
<StormcrowMerle> But . . . and he’s gone. ::as Spinner goes down the hall. Tries to decide if she should follow him or just go to her desk. Decides on the latter.::
<TrinaKorat> Hey, hey, HEY! ::at all the suits:: What is going on here?!
<FletchRyder> ((<Suits> ::push past Trina and Fletch, heading into the breakroom. rummage around he cabinets, murmur into their head pieces, then start carting out dozens of donut boxes:: Yeah, we’re gonna’ need to confiscate these for the sake of national security. Apparently the amount of sugar in just one of these could kill an ADD-afflicted kat in a matter of seconds. Alright boys, begin the disposal process. ::scarf!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*!!!))
<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD::))
<Jack_Spinner> :: comes forward, directing the suits to continue their work :: Please do not interfere :: produces warrant and ID ::
<TrinaKorat> I’m the one in charge here right now. I have every right to interfere. What is this all about?!
<FletchRyder> ::bumps shoulders with a few of the suits, looking none too pleased at their barging in::
<Jack_Spinner> Your agency has come into possesion of highly classified information that you have not been authorized to view. We’ll be reaquiring this information and any records that you have pertaining to it <Suits> :: begin going through filing cabinets, taking folders, files, etc. ::
<TrinaKorat> Just what kind of information are you talking about? We should know!
<Jack_Spinner> <Other Suits> :: make their way into lab/TV viewing area. Begin going through tapes, etc ::
<Jack_Spinner> I’m not at liberty to disclose.
<TrinaKorat> Do what?!
<TrinaKorat> That makes no sense!
<Jack_Spinner> <Suits> :: come back with stacks of bankers boxes loaded with files, video tapes, memos and even a few ganked hard drives :: We have it, sir. <Jack Spinner> :: turns to Trina :: Thank you for your cooperation :: turns away, heading back down the hall :: <Suits> :: follow suit ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::sits at her desk, quiet and worried.:: <I will not get involved, I will not get involved, this is just a temporary job, I will not get involved . . .>
<FletchRyder> ::lightbulb blinks over head, as he now thinks he understands what this is all about. sort of trails behind them in a hounding fashion:: Sir, the items you’re taking are part of our on-going investigation dealing with the matter you’re speaking of. Since no threat has been posed on a national level, should this not be left to our local jurisdiction?
<TrinaKorat> :blinks at Fletch::
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::shows up, for sooth!::
<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::then blinks at the suits, has a feeling he’s not going to like this::
<Jack_Spinner> :: doesn’t reply :: <Suits> :: reach the parking lot ::
* TrinaKorat is now known as MarkSulfur
<MarkSulfur> HEY! ::whistles!::
<Jack_Spinner> <Suits> :: loading up Sedans :: <Jack Spinner> :: turns around ::
<FletchRyder> Sir. Sir! ::barely keeping it together, stopping short of the parking lot, eyes narrowed. heads snaps towards Mark at the whistle::
<MarkSulfur> ::marches over to Jack:: Just who do you think you are?
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<StormcrowMerle> ((Oh dear.))
<MarkSulfur> ((Moops!))
<Jack_Spinner> Jack Spinner, special agent with the national security agency.
<Jack_Spinner> :: flashes id, etc. ::
<MarkSulfur> ::eyes narrow:: And, also in possession of Bureau property. ::sorta pushes ID away from his face::
<Jack_Spinner> :: puts the ID away :: Correction, government property.
<Jack_Spinner> <Suits> :: finish loading up the Sedans, slamming trunk doors shut ::
<MarkSulfur> If it’s in OUR jurisdiction, its’ OUR property unless otherwise specified. Just who gave you the order to raid your building?!
<Jack_Spinner> That’s classified information.
<FletchRyder> ::coming up behind the Director as he converses with Spinner::
<MarkSulfur> ::growls:: Maybe if I call your supervisor it WON’T be.
<FletchRyder> ((<Mark> You may not have realized it, but this is a No Spin Zone! <Spinner> Oh yeah, haven’t gotten that one in a while. Boys, confiscate this kat’s sense of humor.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Jack_Spinner> A word of advice, Director Korat. Don’t pursue this any further. Stick with your specialities, like handing out parking tickets and catching shoplifters. :: as he gets into a Sedan ::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Jack_Spinner> ((:: snorks::))
<MarkSulfur> That’s SULFUR! ::barks after him::
<Jack_Spinner> <Sedans> :: drive away ::
<MarkSulfur> I don’t believe this. ::rubs his eyes::
<Jack_Spinner> ((<Sulfur> :: looks at Jase :: Why do people think you’re the one in charge around here? <Jase> :: shrugs :: Maybe I’m just more likeable ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<MarkSulfur> ((:DIES::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<FletchRyder> Sir, they took everything concerning the incident in the desert. They must’ve talked to Ann Gora or someone at Katseye News that would lead them here.
<MarkSulfur> ::huffs:: They don’t want us to know about something.
<Jack_Spinner> <MBI Fax Machine> :: screeches to life, sputtering and sending out an Enforcer APB ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::where be this fax machine?::
<MarkSulfur> <Trina> ::is picking stuff up and putting things away::
<Jack_Spinner> ((<Fax Machine> :: got taken too! :: ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<MarkSulfur> (:DIES!:))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<MarkSulfur> ::it’d be where Merle is in the main area::
<FletchRyder> ::nods:: Do you plan on calling on his superior?
<StormcrowMerle> ::starts at the sound of the fax machine, gets up to investigate!::
<MarkSulfur> Him and City Hall so they get a word in with the Feds. I’m getting sick and tired of being belittled.
<Jack_Spinner> <Fax Machine> :: spits out the latest wanted poster, shows the image of the mysterious individual in the hooded sweatshirt, face hidden, very recgonizeable to LS of course ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::picks up the sheet and gives a small gasp. Goes to find the nearest person of authority::
<FletchRyder> ::gives a small sigh at that, then looks back towards building:: Shall we head in, sir?
<MarkSulfur> ::huffs:: I suppose.
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<FletchRyder> ::starts in::
<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))
* StormcrowMerle sets mode: +o SandyKat
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<MarkSulfur> (WB!))
<SandyKat> ((ty muchly))
<StormcrowMerle> ::heads down the halls, perhaps encounters the Mark and the Fletch?::
<MarkSulfur> ::goes after him::
<FletchRyder> ::sees LS in the hallway after they return, nods to her in greeting::
<StormcrowMerle> ::spies them and heads over quickly:: Sir? ::to Mark:: This just came in on the fax. ::shows the poster::
<MarkSulfur> ::blinks, takes it, then eyes fly wide;: HIm?
<StormcrowMerle> It looks that way.
<FletchRyder> ::blinks, restraining himself from craning over the director’s shoulder to get a better look at the poster::
<MarkSulfur> This just keeps getting uglier.
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods in agreement::
<Jack_Spinner> <Wanted Poster> :: doesn’t list a name, just a general descritption and the various things being attributed to him. Listed as very dangerous ::
<FletchRyder> ((<Mark> First no face, now those plastic Groucho glasses! Blech! U-G-L-Y! <Agents> ::blink::))
<MarkSulfur> This is the same guy the Captain described to me… And,w ithout a face, its’ harder to identify ‘im…
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: Unless he always dresses this way, which seems to be the case.
<Jack_Spinner> <Wanted Poster> :: is no doubt further incentive to find this guy ::
<MarkSulfur> ::huffs, go staple it on the wanted board::
* Jack_Spinner is now known as Enforcer_Band
<Enforcer_Band> :: comes crackling to life :: “…robbery in progress at Megakat Bank! Requesting Reinforcements!…”
<FletchRyder> ((<LS> Dude! I love this song! ::turns up:: <EB> “..massive fireworks.. bodies everywhere!… We’re all gon-… bad wedgies!” <LS> ::rockin’ out::))
<MarkSulfur> ((DIES!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*deeeeead*))
<MarkSulfur> Wonderful. ::at Enforcer band, tries not to twitch at the mess the suits caused, is afraid to look in his office::
<FletchRyder> ::blinks, was about to approach the director, but ears suddenly catch the report as well:: Sir, should we respond?
<StormcrowMerle> ::doesn’t respond, but looks very uneasy::
<MarkSulfur> Might as well.
* Enforcer_Band is now known as Chop_Shop
<FletchRyder> ::nearly cocks an eyebrow at his words, but salutes quickly:: I’ll gather up any agents we can spare and get them out there, sir.
<StormcrowMerle> Is there anything I can do to help, sir?
<Chop_Shop> :: is meanwhile at Megakat Bank, holding up the place with a small blaster gun and two lackeys :: Pirating technology has it perks, but sometimes you just gotta pay the power bill, you know? :: laughs ::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackeys> :: approach the vault, armed with powerful looking laser-guns. ::
<MarkSulfur> ::nods: You do that.
<FletchRyder> ::nods, turning on heel and going around what appears to be a deserted office. no way he’s taking Hertz with him, so tries the Lt. if mun up for it::
<FletchRyder> <Bank Manager> ::ala that one episode, finds himself doing this quite a lot actually:: Say! You can’t just blast through this vault! It’s reinforced steel and made to withstand a small nuclear explosion! ::flailing in front of vault door::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackeys> :: use their laser-guns to start cutting the vault door open, causing sparks to rain down and about ::
<MarkSulfur> ::to Stormcrow, isn’t too sure if he wants to see her in the line of fire;:
<FletchRyder> <Bank Manager> Ack! ::ducks head and scampers away, his cameo complete::
<MarkSulfur> ::dunno. issit okay to send her with them? The mun can only play one person tonight::
<Chop_Shop> I think you were sold a defective product then :: cackles ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::send who with them?::
<MarkSulfur> ::Stormcrow. I just don’t wanna leave her alone in one spot as I do wanna send Trina to the heist::
<MarkSulfur> ::and, my wrist can only handle one person tonight::
<StormcrowMerle> ::is fine to send her::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackeys> :: cutting away at the door, until it finally comes goes creaking and falls outward with a loud clang! ::
<SandyKat> ((Sorry for my lurking guys! but was good to watch :3 will cya’s next time!! ))
<MarkSulfur> Think you can handle this mission, Stormcrow? ::something about her tells him that she can do more::
<MarkSulfur> ((Later!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((It’s fine, Sandymun. Seeya!))
<FletchRyder> ((Catch ya later!))
<SandyKat> ((Ciao!!))
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<StormcrowMerle> ::starts, eyes go wide:: Me, sir? But I’m not an agent.
<StormcrowMerle> ::knows that in such a context, her fire abilities would likely come out, and is worried how the folks might react::
<Chop_Shop> ((<Mark> Consider this on the job-experiencing, kinda like interning :: shoves her out the door :: Now off you go! ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((<Mark> I know. That’s why we need you out there. As bait! <LS> O_o ::wanting to read the fineprint in her job application::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<FletchRyder> ::strides into the kitchen again, spotting Trina perhaps?:: Lt. Korat, there’s a burglary in progress at Megakat Bank.
<Chop_Shop> Now, get all the cash loaded into the car. We haven’t got all day <Lackeys> :: begin lugging large bags of money out of the vault and into an awaiting, and heavily modified, getaway car ::
<MarkSulfur> ((Grah. Guys, continue without me. I can’t handle the wrist anymore. ><))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Oh, okay. Hope you feel better!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::since they’re short of hands ((literally)), presumably gets sent out anyway::
<FletchRyder> ((Yikes, you go easy on it.))
<MarkSulfur> ((Just say Mark sent them there and Trina was called to something else. I’m really sorry about this))
<StormcrowMerle> ((It’s okay. Wrists are important!))
<FletchRyder> ((No prob. And ditto what LS said. They’re a necessity for eating pudding cups. ;) ))
<MarkSulfur> ((::dies!:: I better go crawl into bed. ::hugs all:: Night guys!))
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight, Sagems!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Goodnight!))
<AnnuAFK> ((backerz lol XD if it’s not too late to join in X_x))
* AnnuAFK is now known as Annu
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<StormcrowMerle> ((Shouldn’t be.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Wb!))
<FletchRyder> ((Heys, Annu! And, nope, don’t think so. Some suited kats just raided the MBI and took all their reports on the desert incident, and now there’s a burglary in process.))
<Annu> ((eep! LOL))
<Annu> ((Where are Fletch and LS?))
<Annu> ((and where is ChopShop?))
<StormcrowMerle> ((At the MBI about to head out and investigate said robbery.))
* Annu is now known as HansLynx
<FletchRyder> ::so, finding that the Lt’s indisposed at the moment, desperately searches the MBI for *anyone* to make it to the scene with:: <Hertz> ::still just standing in the hallway, waves at an annoyed looking Fletch as he keeps passing by::
<StormcrowMerle> ::is being sent along because they’re short of agents today, though isn’t sure what they expect her to do::
<HansLynx> ::will try him for the night XD strolls into the lobby on time for duty!::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackeys> :: loading the bags of cash, back and forth, getting as much as they can :: <Chop Shop> :: getting impatient, taps his foot :: C’mon :: keeping other patrons/workers at bay with his own laser-gun ::
<HansLynx> ::signs in and makes way to wherever in the MBI Fletch and LS are::
<FletchRyder> You. ::points at LS as he passes by her:: Help me grab some BPVs and assault laser rifles from the armory. ::strides thataway::
<StormcrowMerle> Uh, okay . . . ::follows him::
<HansLynx> ::makes way down hall whistling as he’s in a good mood today. hands in pockets. goes near armory, spots Fletch and LS?::
<StormcrowMerle> ::sure, but mun will brb!::
<HansLynx> Hey you two… ::blinks at the BPVs and assault laser rifles:: Something going down?
<HansLynx> ::okiee!::
<FletchRyder> ::enters armory, taking down some BPVs and tossing them at LS before grabbing some rifles:: Put one of those on and follow me. ::stops in doorway of armory, noting Hans:: As a matter of fact, yes. ::hands him a BPV and rifle:: We’ve got a burglary in process at Megakat Bank.
<HansLynx> ::takes and nods:: I see. You drivin’? ::puts BPV on::
<FletchRyder> Yes. ::striding out towards parking lot:: Have you had lunch yet?
<HansLynx> No actually, breakfast a few hours ago though. ::Takes up rifle, following Fletch with LS::
<HansLynx> Why?
<StormcrowMerle> ((back!))
<HansLynx> ((wb!))
<FletchRyder> No reason. I trust you have a strong stomach. ::opens the door of his car and gets in::
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<StormcrowMerle> ::catches the BPVs, reaching out comically with one arm at a time to catch them as they’re flung::
<HansLynx> ::gets in the back to allow Stormcrow in… then does a doubletake:: Wait a moment, you’re going too, Miss Merle?
<Chop_Shop> <Lackeys> :: loading up the last of the money bags :: That’s all of em’ <Chop Shop> :: now beginning to exit the bank :: Wonderful customer service you have here. We’ll have to drop by again sometime! :: cackles and leaves ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::puts one on, with a great deal of difficulty, still adjusting it as she heads out with them. Presumably no rifle for her?::
<FletchRyder> ((<LS> Wait for meee! ::running behind the car as they drive off, nearly collapses from suffocation at the smog left in the car’s wake::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> So it seems. ::doesn’t sound exactly happy at the idea::
<StormcrowMerle> I just kind of got caught up in this.
<HansLynx> ::grins:: Glad to see you’ve finally chosen a profession at least.
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!!!))
<HansLynx> ::assumes she’s an MBI agent, not a temp receptionist -g-::
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes on an “Eek!” expression at that::
<HansLynx> ::be glad mun did choose me XD Josie would be going nuts on that decision lol!::
<HansLynx> ::chose^::
<FletchRyder> We’re short on agents. ::barely waits for them to shut the doors before starting up the car with a roar and squealing into the street:: Just stay close to the car and keep your eyes peeled. There’ll probably be Enforcer’s at the scene to offer further assistance.
<StormcrowMerle> ::at the moment, would prefer Josie! Doesn’t want to be going on this!::
<HansLynx> ::buckles up quickly lol::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods fiercely:: I’ll do just that.
<HansLynx> Is the perpetrator known?
<FletchRyder> Not as of yet. ::swerving in and out of traffic, rounding a corner wildly as he cranks the wheel and nearly rams into a truck:: I think I know a shortcut.
<StormcrowMerle> <Uh-oh.> ::clings to the seat, digging claws in::
<FletchRyder> ::shoots into an alleyway, sending the homeless and rats scattering as he barrels down them and out through a street::
<HansLynx> ::laughs:: Just make sure it isn’t a shortcut to the hospital, or an early grave, Ryder!
<StormcrowMerle> ::hazards letting go long enough to point at Hans:: What he said!
<FletchRyder> ::smirks at his comment. shouldn’t be having this much fun at work, but can’t help it in this circumstance:: Alright, there it is. ::pulls on his handbrake, sending them into a spin, where they end up in the opposite lane and stopped just inches away from the curb:: Let’s go.
<Chop_Shop> :: as the lackeys finish loading up the last of the cash, looks over, hearing screeching tires :: Who’s that?
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes a deep breath, opens her side door and gets out cautiously::
<HansLynx> ::gah! shakes his head a bit and exits the car, grabbing up his rifle. glances at the bank area to take in the scene::
<FletchRyder> ((<LS> ::gets out, then pukes all over the sidewalk:: <Chop-Shop’n Lackeys> Ewww!! ::immediately surrender, grossed out by the MBI’s tactics:: <Fletch> Heh, I knew we should bring her. <Hans> ::blinks::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<FletchRyder> Look! Up ahead. ::scrambling out of his car, grabbing up his rifle, nodding towards the large, modified car with the lackeys around it::
<StormcrowMerle> ::spies the getaway car, and tenses up. Gets her hand into a ready position to form a fireball::
<HansLynx> ::sees said car and scowls. wishes he was a good enough shot to blast out the tires:: Got a plan of action, Ryder?
<FletchRyder> Not really. ::squats down behind his open door and levels weapon at them:: MBI! Put down your weapons and step away from your vehicle!
<HansLynx> ::crouches down as well, positioning himself behind another car’s trunk, aiming rifle at said group::
<Chop_Shop> MBI? :: looks to his lackeys :: <Lackeys> :: shrug :: <Chop Shop> … :: seemingly thinking :: Uh…no. :: raises weapon up and begins firing in their direction :: <Lackeys> :: do the same::
<StormcrowMerle> ::eeks and squeaks, and ducks down behind the the car::
<HansLynx> ::winces keeping low and returns fire! ducks down to avoid shots::
<FletchRyder> Stay down! ::shouting to LS. then pokes his head up above his door and returns fire:: Lynx, cover me! ::needs a better position. thinks he can make it to one of the pillars marking the entryway of the bank::
<StormcrowMerle> ::doesn’t need to be told!::
<HansLynx> Roger!
<HansLynx> ::gets ready for Ryder to move::
<FletchRyder> ::takes two quick deep breaths, then rolls out from behind his door. once on his knees, tries to pick off one or two of the lackeys, before getting up and making an all out sprint for the pillar::
<HansLynx> ::checks energy pack, moves out from behind his car and starts firing towards Chop-Shop ‘n lackeys XD::
<HansLynx> ::making sure to fire at those who are aiming for Fletch, but issa in need of work on his aim so… XD::
<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> Ah-ha! If Chuck Norris can do it, so can I-ay-yai-yai!! ::shot in the toe:: <Hans> Oops! My bad!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<Chop_Shop> <Lackeys> :: continue firing in the agent’s general direction :: <Chop Shop> :: gets into the driver’s seat of the car, starting the engine ::
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::notes that, and that the two agents are busy elsewhere:: <I might as well *try* to be useful.> ::conjures a fireball, and shoots it at the getaway car’s nearest tire::
<FletchRyder> ::assuming he makes it to the pillar, is now at a better angle at which to fire upon the lackeys and vehicular. aims for the tires on that thing::
<HansLynx> ::when Fletch is behind pillar, ducks back behind car::
<HansLynx> ::he able to see her do that, LSmun?::
<StormcrowMerle> ::if his mun wants. Is trying to do it from her hiding place, but it’s pretty clear the fireball came from her direction::
<FletchRyder> ((<Hans> ::gasps at LS:: Why, you’re … you’re.. <LS> Curses! My secret revealed. <Hans> A Pokemon! ::grabs his pokeball, beans her with it:: <LS> Ow! Hey!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*!))
<HansLynx> ::whoah! then notes the fireball flying towards criminal’s car just as he ducks behind the car. not sure where it came from, looks towards LS’s direction::
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<Chop_Shop> <Lackeys> :: one of them gets taken down by Fletch, falling to the ground, the other takes cover behind the car. <Chop Shop> :: as the car gets rocked by a fireball, decides its time to cut his losses. Slams foot on the gas and speeds forward! ::
<StormcrowMerle> <Fireball> ::was aimed for the tires, but could have missed. She be new at this::
<HansLynx> ::hears that, looks ’round and sees it leavin’:: Crud they’re getting away! ::grrrs!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::hisses, unclear if from anger or fear::
<FletchRyder> <Shoot!!> He’s making a run for it! ::comes out from behind pillar now that the other flunkies hiding. runs back for his car and dives, literally, headfirst into it::
<Chop_Shop> :: drives the car speeding forward, passing by Fletch and Hans, possibly in grabbing distance of either :: ::
<Chop_Shop> :: just as Fletch dives in, presses a button on the clutch. A nitrus modification, as flames shoot out the exhaust and the car speeds down the street ::
<Chop_Shop> <Other lackey> :: is now exposed ::
<HansLynx> ::takes note of Fletch’s action, then notes exposed lackey. is he still armed? exposed lackey that is?::
<Chop_Shop> <Exposed lackey> :: notes cover is no longer there, is slow to react ::
<HansLynx> ::rushes forward with his rifle:: Hold it right there! ::attempts to knock the lackey’s gun outta his hands, swings rifle to try and do so::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackey> Gah! :: loses weapon as it goes clattering away, holds hands up in the air :: I give up!
<FletchRyder> ::notes his car’s been shot up pretty bad, but nothing vital seems to have been hit. grabs up radio as he starts the car, calling in for a helicopter and giving the description of the vehicle Chop-Shop is in::
<Chop_Shop> <Enforcer Dispatch> :: almost mechanically replying :: “… all units currently unavailable…”
<HansLynx> ::holds rifle proper again aiming at the lackey:: Against the car. Now. ::motions with rifle for lackey to move to nearby hood of Fletch’s car::
<HansLynx> Keep your hands in the air.
<StormcrowMerle> ::slowly gets up from where she was crouched:: Do we follow them?
<HansLynx> If Ryder’s got nitros in this old jalopy which I doubt…
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<FletchRyder> <Argh!> ::replaces radio, growly-like, and leans out window:: Cuff him and put in him the back. He just became our homing pigeon.
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<LadyStormcrow> ((Hello again.))
<LadyStormcrow> ((What did I miss?))
<FletchRyder> ((^put him in))
<Chop_Shop> <Lackey> :: cuffed and getting shoved in the back ::
<HansLynx> ((WB! nothing ^_^))
<LadyStormcrow> ((whee!))
<HansLynx> ::nods, does so! get in thar scum! XD::
<Chop_Shop> :: can be seen down the street, speeding away and rounding a corner, disapearing from sight ::
<FletchRyder> Where’s he headed? ::to the thug in the back, as he puts the pedal to the metal once they’re all in::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackey> Why should I tell you?
<LadyStormcrow> ::guess she’s riding in the back there too?::
<HansLynx> ::wheee! flyin’ off again. keeps rifle on the lackey in case he gets any ideas. nah Hans is. doesn’t want the lady to ride alongside this scum XD::
* LadyStormcrow is now known as StormcrowMerle
<StormcrowMerle> ::*whew*!::
<FletchRyder> Because we are now currently going 65 mph, and I’d hate for my door to accidently come open with you not buckled back there.
<Chop_Shop> <Lackey> … :: seemingly considering this :: He’s headed for the old warehouse on Windsor Boulevard.
<FletchRyder> Capeesh. ::swerves pointedly, following the path of the distant Chop-Shop car::
<StormcrowMerle> ::resumes clinging on with her claws::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackey> He’s got a helicopter there ready to go, so by the time you show up he’ll be long gone.
<FletchRyder> That so. ::smirks, looking towards LS:: I think I know a shortcut. ::veers down another street, breaking off from following the speck that is Chop-Shop up ahead, and floors it as he merges onto the freeway::
<HansLynx> ::lol eases up on the rifle now as guy’s being cooperative… and they’re flyin’ XD::
<Chop_Shop> <Chop Shop> :: looking in his rearview mirror, noting that no one’s on his tail. Laughs to himself as he takes the scenic route to his hideout so as to remain as unseen as possible. ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes on one of those forced, toothy smiles similar to the sort caused by intense G-forces::
<Chop_Shop> <Lackey> My lawyer’s gonna hear about this :: indignantly ::
<Chop_Shop> <Freeway Traffic> :: is a little bit heavy, with various cars about going at different speeds. Will take a skilled driver to navigate through them fast ::
<HansLynx> Hear about what? ::grins:: Endangering your life?  As if it wasn’t already considering the company you keep.
<Chop_Shop> <Lackey> …
<FletchRyder> ::makes no reply to the lackey, as his eyes narrow at the road ahead of him. dodges the slower traffic in the right lane easy enough, but manuevering between the faster lanes proves challenging, as he comes close to clipping one:: <C’mon. Keep it together.>
<StormcrowMerle> He has a very good point there. ::to the lackey::
<FletchRyder> ((<Lackey> Hey, at least he’s got a great dental plan. <Hans> ::blinks:: You.. get dental? <Lackey> Yep, and a full 401k. Not to mention the occassional fruit basket on holidays. <LS> … ::pushes Fletch out:: I think I want a career change.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dead*))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<HansLynx> ::a bit nervous at Fletch’s driving, but assumes he knows what he’s doing::
<Chop_Shop> <Warehouse> :: can be seen not too far in the distance off th freeway ::
<FletchRyder> ::as they zoom out of the business district, quickly zips inbetween two semis, and off the exit ramp. fishtails into the intersection at the bottom and punches the accelerator towards the warehouse:: Almost there.
<StormcrowMerle> <Thank the powers.>
<HansLynx> ::glad to hear that -g-::
<FletchRyder> ::continues barrelling down the low-rent district streets, cutting through some more alleyways before finally arriving at the indicated warehouse. squeals his roughed up car to a stop a block away, looking for any sign of Chop-Shop’s ride::
<Chop_Shop> <Warehouse> ;; side doors have been left wide open. Fresh tracks lead into it :
<HansLynx> ::can now see why he was asked if he had lunch yet. XD::
<FletchRyder> ::kills the engine, hopefully not literally, and opens his door cautiously. steps out, checking his laser rifle quickly before looking up at the roof of the warehouse::
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes her cue from Fletch and gets out of the car too::
<HansLynx> ::glares at the lackey kat and opens his own door. shuts it quickly and then looks at the warehouse as well::
<Chop_Shop> <Warehouse> :: roof begins to open up as the sound of servo motors whir ::
* HansLynx sets mode: +o StormcrowMerle
<StormcrowMerle> ((thanks!))
<FletchRyder> ::ears perk, hearing the whirring sound:: Paw dangit. ::mutters under breath, as he races for the warehouse::
<StormcrowMerle> ::freezes, and gaze moves slowly up to the roof::
<HansLynx> ::narrows eyes at the roof, ears perked hearing chopper noises. follows after Fletch::
<StormcrowMerle> ::stays by the car::
<Chop_Shop> <Warehouse> :: inside, Chop Shop can be seen tossing bags of money from the car to the inside of one of his trademark Chop Shop Choppers :: <Chopper> :: blades are begining to spin ::
<FletchRyder> ::comes to a halt right outside the open door, slowly peering in::
<HansLynx> ::follows Fletch’s lead, peers in from other side of the open door. frowns:: We have to stop that chopper. :;says quietly::
<HansLynx> Before it takes off.
<Chop_Shop> <Chop Shop> :: grutning as he lifts several heavy bags of cash and puts them in the chopper ::
<FletchRyder> ::nods to him:: We need to find the controls for the roof, then take out Chop-Shop.
<HansLynx> ::nods and peers inside again, searching for sign of said controls::
<Chop_Shop> <Chopper Blades> :: now going full speed now, sending blasts of wind about :: <Chop Shop> :: goes to retrieve the last of the money bags ::
<Chop_Shop> <Controls> :: are located on the other side of the warehouse ::
<FletchRyder> ::sees they’re running out of time, ducks head, getting as low as possible, and tries sneaking into the warehouse behind a few crates::
<HansLynx> ::takes Fletch’s lead, goes in via other side. crouching down low and trying to stay hidden behind crates and the like::
<Chop_Shop> <Chop Shop> :: loads the last of the money into the chopper. :: That’s the last of it, now, time for a nice vacation somewhere… tropical.
<HansLynx> ::glances to see where Fletch is as he reaches the back of the chopper unnoticed mun assumes::
<FletchRyder> ::on the opposite side of the chopper from Hans, makes eye contact and raises three fingers. lowers them, counting down, then makes the signal to move in, dashing out from his hiding place:: Freeze! You’re surrounded!
<Chop_Shop> :: pauses as he spins around :: What?!
<HansLynx> ::does so and attempts to  fling open the door to the otherside of the chopper if it wasn’t open already (mun forgets the design of his chopper X_x) and aims rifle behind ‘im::
<HansLynx> You heard him! Freeze!
<FletchRyder> ::moves in closer to the chopper, weapon trained on Chop-Shop::
<FletchRyder> ((<Chop-Shop> Shoot! The flunkey led you here, didn’t he. <Fletch> That’s right, bub. <Chop-Shop> Gotta’ stop having those company picnics at the hideouts. <Hans> .. you get company picnics?))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!:: <Fletch> Stop thinking being a lackey is better than working as an agent, Lynx! <Hans> But… ))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<Chop_Shop> :: is seemingly unarmed, the only object in his hand a remote control :: You guys are really getting to be a real pain :: presses button :: <Chopper> ::blades spinning even faster, picking any dust and debris as it begins to ascend ::
<HansLynx> ::gasps at that and attempts to get into the chopper before it gets too high::
<Chop_Shop> :: hangs on to one of the landing rails as the chopper goes up, taking him with it ::
<StormcrowMerle> <Please be okay, guys . . .> ::can hear the chopper growing louder, and just in case, forms two fireballs, one in each hand::
<FletchRyder> ::squinting eyes, sleeves flapping at the acclerated wind. growls, turning his weapon away from Chop-Shop and aiming for anything that may vaguely resemble the roof controls on the wall of the warehouse::
<Chop_Shop> <Controls> :: oh noes! ::
<FletchRyder> ::makes with the control combustion, firing his weapon::
<HansLynx> ::able to get in, looses rifle in process. leans against seat:: Chop-Shop, bring this chopper back down!
<Chop_Shop> :: having gotten into the cockpit as well, faces off with Hans :: Not gonna happen!
<Chop_Shop> <Controls> :: go explody! :: <Doors> :: begin closing ::
<HansLynx> ::mrrrs hears explosion, attempts to grab at the controls to make the chopper land, stalling it from going up and out of the roof before the doors close at least::
<Chop_Shop> :: attempts to grab the controls back from Hans as he shoulders into him ::
<FletchRyder> ::as soon as the controls go up in smoke, looks up towards the still rising helicopter. happens to look at a crate he’s standing near. eyes light up momentarilly, before he starts breaking it open with the butt of his rifle::
<HansLynx> Oof! ::shouldered, keeping a grip on the steering controls::
<HansLynx> ::might’ve pulled them though as he’s moved to the side XD::
<Chop_Shop> :: grabbing onto the control stick as well, trying to shove Hans off (and hopefully out the open door XD ) ::
<FletchRyder> ::throws himself to the floor and flattens out as the helicopter suddenly veers by overhead::
<Chop_Shop> You’re not going to ruin my vacation! :: reaches out with a freehand, withdrawing a wrench from underneath the control board. Brings it up, readying to strike ::
<HansLynx> ::grits teeth as he’s shoved, loosens grip some but manages to manuvuer to keep from fallin’ out the door by grabbing hold of (if he can) ChopShop’s arm. digs claws in if he gets ahold of it on reflex::
<StormcrowMerle> ::still standing by the car, keeping an eye on the lackey, listening to the sounds inside, and holding twin fireballs at the ready::
<HansLynx> ::eyes widen, ready to leggo of ChopShop to try ‘n dodge the wrench::
<FletchRyder> ::grunting, pulling himself back up. finally gets the crate open and pulls from it a compressed inflatable raft::
<HansLynx> ((<raft>::has a large ducky head on one end too and is yellow::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<Chop_Shop> :: swings the wrench around, trying to get Hans ::
<HansLynx> ::leggos of Chop Shop, nearly falling out of the chopper! hanging on to the side of the door for dear life, halfway out the door::
<Chop_Shop> :: misses, and winds up hitting the controls instead! :: <Chopper> :: warning lights and klaxons go off as it becomes even more unstable ::
<HansLynx> ::internal “uh oh!” and looks down. judging distance from how far up they are in the warehouse::
<StormcrowMerle> ::small gasp outside, doesn’t sound like things are going well in there. Does want to help, but doesn’t know how much help she’d be, plus thinks someone needs to guard the lackey in the car::
<Chop_Shop> <Chop Shop> :: loses balance and falls out the opposite side door, landing with a thud on the ground ::
<FletchRyder> ::grabs a second raft, then races to get beneath the volatile chopper:: Lynx! Get out of there! ::pulls zipcord on life raft, as it starts inflating beneath him on the floor::
<HansLynx> But what about the money? ::calls down::
<FletchRyder> Forget the money! Move it!
<HansLynx> ::lets go then when he’s sure he’ll fall onto the raft. wheeee! lands on said raft safely. gets out of it quickly though:: We better grab him and run! ::points to Chop Shop::
<FletchRyder> ::assumes most of its in gold bullion, anyhow:: Right! Let’s go! ::hauls tail for Chop-Shop::
<Chop_Shop> @_X
<HansLynx> ::makes way outta the warehouse as Fletch is gettin’ Chop Shop::
<StormcrowMerle> ::spies the Hans emerging?::
<FletchRyder> ::slings Chop-Shop’s arm around his neck and hauls him up over his shoulder. turns his head towards the helicopter, as he hurriedly makes his way towards the exit::
<HansLynx> ::yeppers! rushing towards the car::
<Chop_Shop> <Chopper> :: goes careening into the far wall of the warehouse, causing a very loud crashing sound along with part of the warehouse to collapse, sending debris scaterring. ::
<HansLynx> Get down! ::shouts to her::
<StormcrowMerle> ::hurries up to meet him:: What’s happening in there? ::then hears that, and hurries back to the car!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::extinguished fireballs before she ran, btw., but a glimpse may still have been visible::
<StormcrowMerle> ::small scream as the thing crashes and collapses, ducks down and covers her head reflexively::
<HansLynx> ::moves with her behind it to avoid scattering debris::
<FletchRyder> ::stumbles to the ground just outside the doorway, feeling the foundation shaking under him. probably spills Chop-Shop in front of him:: <Augh! Crud.> ::tries to pick himself up, and grab him again, dragging him as far from the warehouse as possible::
<Chop_Shop> <Debris Cloud> :: settles, revealing the chopper relatively intact with bent blades ::
<FletchRyder> ((<Chop-Shop> Sir, for the record, I’ll have you know I treat a sack of potatos with more dignity than this! ::as he’s flopped and banged around:: <Fletch> I happen to like mashed potatos. <Chop-Shop> Point taken.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<StormcrowMerle> ::hopefully was not *too* covered in dust::
<HansLynx> ((::laughs!::))
<HansLynx> ::stands now, stepping out from behind car:: Ryder! ::calls out, looking to see where he is::
<StormcrowMerle> ::looks up, brushing dust out of her hair:: Agent Ryder? Where are you?!
<FletchRyder> ::coughing heavily, as he picks up Chop-Shop once again and staggers back to the car, trying to wipe the small particles from his eye area:: Everyone.. report okay? ::breath a bit heavy::
<FletchRyder> ::completely gray, head to toe::
<HansLynx> Yes… ::goes over to help him now with Chop Shop XD::
<StormcrowMerle> I think so. What about you? ::goes over to help as well::
<Chop_Shop> :: issa still out. took quite a fall ::
<FletchRyder> Good. ::coughs a bit more, shaking some dust from his form. goes around to the back of his car and opens the truck, nodding for Lynx to help him make Chop-Shop comfortable there::
<FletchRyder> ((^trunk))
<StormcrowMerle> ::stays nearby, ready to help if needed::
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<HansLynx> ::helps Fletch put Chop Shop in the trunk of the car XD::
<FletchRyder> ::once he’s in, slams the trunk shut, patting his hands some, trying to get rid of some of that dust:: Any objections to his treatment upon capture will be noted in my *cough* report. ::goes around to driver’s side door and gets in::
<StormcrowMerle> I’m not saying anything. :;goes to get in the car too::
<HansLynx> ::gets back in the car himself, buckling up:: No objections on my end. ::smirks::
<HansLynx> ::which bank was it that Chop Shop robbed btw? or does it matter? XD cause mun thinking maybe it was the bank his dad is CEO of -g- which is why Hans may’ve been concerned over the fate of the money::
<FletchRyder> ::starts up the vehicle wordlessly, a hint of a smile evident on his face for a minute second before the car backfires and they’re hurtling once again down the road:: Nice work today. Both of you.
<StormcrowMerle> Um, thanks, but I didn’t really do anything.
<FletchRyder> ::think it was Megakat Bank, but not sure if that makes a difference or not::
<HansLynx> ::ah then twasn’t his dad’s bank. -g- mun needs to think of a name for it tho X_x::
<HansLynx> Same to you, Ryder. ::eyes the lackey::
<FletchRyder> You kept a level *cough* head in the face of an extremely volatile situation. That’s something in my book.
<StormcrowMerle> Well . . . thanks. ::embarrassed look::
<HansLynx> You okay to drive, Ryder?
<FletchRyder> Yeah. ::already is driving, and does so, a bit more safely this time around, back to HQ and stops out front::
<Chop_Shop> ((:: yawns, noting the time :: I need to get going XD ))
<FletchRyder> ::imagines they called for the Enforcers to clean-up the warehouse site via radio::
<FletchRyder> ((Whoa buddy, do I hear ya’. XD))
<HansLynx> ((lol yeah as do I X_x))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Yeah, I think we all do.))
<HansLynx> ((Pause here then with loose ends tied up OOC?))
<StormcrowMerle> 09HERE COMES THE PAUSE?
<HansLynx> AAAAAAOOOOOOOW
<HansLynx> XD
<Chop_Shop> 04PAWS