Jase calls up Ann to tell her about the NSA guys to which Ann says she already knows as they went to her work and home to confiscate some things too. Annoyed she hopes Jase can get that tape back as she’s worried about what this all means. Jase informs her about the mysterious Someone and later asks Ann to dinner when she gets off work for the day. Ann accepts and the two hang up.
Stormcrow goes to type in the reports into the MBI database from the Chop Shop incident but when she saves a file, the computer says it already exists. Confused she searches and indeed it and all the other files are already in the computer, but from a week earlier and under Trina and Hertz’ account names. Stormcrow goes to Jase’s office where he too finds this out and calls Trina. Trina is as confused as they are as she didn’t write these up. Stormcrow leaves and Jase notes that all the files in the database had come out of the large file which that Someone gave to Mark.
No sooner than Stormcrow had gone to her desk did a she-kat arrive at the MBI. Calling out for someone, Stormcrow goes to see who it is. Professor Jenna Clawson from Puma-Dyne rudely tells Stormcrow she wants to see the director concerning the antimatter case. Stormcrow takes her to Jase instead as Mark isn’t in. Jenna complains to Jase that the MBI and Enforcers are moving to slow on the case and gives him information that was requested on the antimatter itself though Jase asks her a few questions about it, thinking perhaps that is what that creature is made out of. He tells Jenna they’re working on it, and her information has connected something together in the case, they only need to catch that Someone. Jenna flirts then with Jase giving him her number before leaving, but still isnt’ happy.
Josie and Tasha have a bit of a talk together to learn more about one another. Josie mentions she’d like to go out dancing at a club or something with any and all interested agents who are off and Tasha says she’d be one of them to go. Tasha heads back to her desk and tells Joe then later Hans and Stormcrow about the idea. Joe says he’ll go as does Hans, but Stormcrow is reluctant at first until Hans and Tasha convince her. They also tell her not to be so nervous around them, that she can tell them anything on why she’s there and all. She says she knows but doesn’t divulge any other bit of info about herself. Tasha goes back to reading a case file but Hans notes she’s got a magazine in there really and with Joe exposes her for a bit of teasing.
Speaking of this Someone, he decides to pay Dark Kat a visit. Using a code he knows to get into a secret underground lair of Dark Kat’s, he makes his way into it and to Dark Kat himself who’s ready for him. Dark Kat demands to know who this guy is and what he wants, to which the Someone replies he’s no one and he’s there to kill Dark Kat. A small gunfight breaks out and creeplings aid Dark Kat in attacking the Someone. Dark Kat is able to take him down for a brief moment to discover the Someone using some sort of invisible shielding device. The Someone does get away however, leaving behind an angry Dark Kat.
* JosieLyons is now known as Ann_Gora
<Ann_Gora> <Josie>::still around XD but Ann needs to hear about the tape incident, if she hadn’t been visited by NSA guys already::
<TashaForge> ::issaaaaaa in the breakroom getting coffee and donuts!:: <Joe>::at his desk if anyone needs him::
<JasonKorat> ::calls de’ Ann, then. XD;:
<Ann_Gora> <Josie>::finished up her morning run in gym as it is chilly out now. showered and back in uniform. enters breakroom:: Hey, Forge. ::nods and smiles to her::
<TashaForge> ::smiles:: Hey, Lyons. How are you this morning?
<Ann_Gora> ::answers phone. in her car:: Hello? ::sounds tired. and annoyed XD::
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> Doing alright I suppose, and you? ::gets herself some coffee::
<JasonKorat> Annie. Hey, it’s Jason. ::sounds equally tired after Mark told him everything::
<TashaForge> Pretty good. ::sips her coffee::
<StormcrowMerle> ::heads in for work with her gray robe on due to the chilliness, in the hope that it will look less casual than the hooded sweatshirt. Still has only jeans and a T-shirt otherwise, is saving up for more work-appropriate things.::
<Ann_Gora> Jase, PLEASE tell me you made a copy of that tape and hid it before a buncha suits came in the MBI?
<JasonKorat> ::eyes wide:: I… was about to ask you the same thing. ::hand to his face, doesn’t like the direction this is going::
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> ::picks a couple of donuts out and sits at Tasha’s table:: You heard about the excitment that went on around here recently?
<TashaForge> I heard about it. Didn’t hear many details. Just that the NSA raided the place of all our evidence.
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<StormcrowMerle> ((Oh dear.))
<JasonKorat> ((Moops!))
<TashaForge> ((whu oh))
<Ann_Gora> No! I came straight to tbe Bureau after all of that, remember? ::sighs:: Great, just great! Do you know who ordered the confiscations? They TOOK my laptop, my computer at the office, my PDA… several tapes and papers. My boss wasn’t thrilled at all about this, but it isn’t like it was my fault. I don’t even know how they found out, Johnny you and those two agents were the only ones aware of the event.
<TashaForge> ((oh noooo! he scared himself away!))
<JasonKorat> I don’t know. Mark’s looking into it. ::thinks this over:: And, it sounds really suspicious now that I think about it. Nobody in the Bureau spilled anything to anybody, not even the Enforcers. How this got out to the NSA is beyond me…
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> Apparently there was some kind of tape that Ann Gora made involved. Dealing with part of our investigations.
<TashaForge> Oh really? ::drinks some coffee:: Well..is there any way to get all the stuff back?
<StormcrowMerle> ::trots up the stairs and enters the lobby::
<Ann_Gora> I don’t think Johnny would’ve said anything. He never has before and I’ve covered all sorts of weird things. I think he was in disbelief anyway halfway.
<Ann_Gora> <Josie>::shrugs:: Don’t know, but I doubt it.
<TashaForge> Figures…we get something good and someone takes it away. ::shakes head::
<JasonKorat> And, I believe it. ::sighs heavily:: This is getting ridiculous.
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<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))
<Ann_Gora> ((WB!))
<JasonKorat> ((WB!))
* JasonKorat sets mode: +o _Matt_
<Ann_Gora> What are you all doing about the incident now, Jase?
<StormcrowMerle> ::eyes open for people, head down to the desk prepared for her::
<Ann_Gora> Not the tape stealing but what occurred in the desert.
<TashaForge> ((WB))
<JasonKorat> Aside trying to figure out what the heck is going, who is behind all this. That guy that you saw? He came here already. I don’t know who… or what it is… ::shudders, rubbing at his neck absentmindedly:: but he’s dangerous.
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> Oh well, what can you do when the Government gets involved? ::munches donut::
<Ann_Gora> He’s come there? What for?
<TashaForge> Not much except lose more money usually. At least thats what they usually want from me anyway. ::smirks::
<_Matt_> <Inbox> :: on LS desk, is full of papers regarding the recent Chop Shop incident that need to be added to the MBI database ::
<JasonKorat> Aside to probably kill me, I haven’t a clue.
<StormcrowMerle> ::spies the full inbox, gulps and picks up the papers, reading over::
<Ann_Gora> <Josie>::laughs a little:: Tax time not your favorite of the year?
<Ann_Gora> If that guy wanted to kill you, he could’ve easily have done it by now.
<TashaForge> Definitly not. ‘Course I wana know who does like that time of the year?
<_Matt_> <Papers> :: crime reports filled with various info. Has a Sticky note on top :: <Sticky Note> :: reads :: “Basic Data entry. Just use your computer to access the database and type stuff in. Remember to Save!”
<JasonKorat> He almost did. The one thing that stopped him was… water…
<_Matt_> ((<Jason> Well, I don’t think “easily” is the right way to describe it… <Ann> Don’t kid yourself <Jason> :: shoulders slump :: No one has any faith in me ))
<StormcrowMerle> ::is very glad to read that, gives mental thanks to whoever wrote the stickynote. Gathers all the papers up and heads down the hall, looking for the computer lab::
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> Well, I always get a nice return. ::smiles::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> I also don’t wait until the last minute.
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Ann_Gora> ((::dies!::))
<TashaForge> ::Rolls eyes:: I’ll bring my taxes to you next year then.
<JasonKorat> ((BRB!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Okay!))
<Ann_Gora> Water. ::says like “that sounds so goofy”::
<Ann_Gora> ((okiee!))
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> I didn’t say I did them myself. ::chuckles::
<StormcrowMerle> ::knows where the lockers and breakroom are by now, so heads down the hall away from them, and soon comes to the computer lab, which is hopefully recognizable as such from the outside. Heads within!::
<_Matt_> <Computer Lab> :: probably a bit unkempt, with varous computers and equipment scattered about. One computer is on over in the corner ::
<Ann_Gora> <Hans>::wrote out his report in thar! has nice clear handwriting::
<StormcrowMerle> <At least I *have* used a computer before. This can’t be too different.> ::heads over to the one computer that’s on, not wanting to deal with signing in or whatnot::
<JasonKorat> ((Back!))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Ahh the mircle of CPA’s huh? I never do them myself but I never get them mailed early either. I’m always waiting till the last minute.
<Ann_Gora> ((<LS>::Highschool used outdated computers. sits down and blinks:: Windows XP…? They don’t use Word Perfect anymore? ::skert::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<Ann_Gora> ((wb!))
<JasonKorat> ((::dies!::))
<_Matt_> <Computer> :: not the newest of the new, but decently contemporary. Same goes for the software ::
<JasonKorat> I know it’s hard to believe, but that’s what they told me when I lost consciousness. ::grin in his tone of voice::
<TashaForge> ((::diies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::glad to see that, hopes the operating system won’t be that different from the ones at her school. Sits down and prepares to go to work::
<_Matt_> ((<LS> ;; uses an old Model-T turn-crank to start up the computer :: <Computer> :: chugs, backfires, and then starts up ::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<Ann_Gora> Is this guy in some kind of cult that has water as an evil substance taboo to their religious life or something? And… how did you end up unconscious?
<Ann_Gora> ((::dies::))
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<JasonKorat> ::snorks!:: You got me. And… he strangled me ’til I passed out.
<Ann_Gora> <Josie>::nods:: Yes. When January rolls around is when I get all my things together. Send it out in February.
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: Geez…I’m just starting to think about mine in February.
<Ann_Gora> Strangled you? When did this happen Jase? ::worried tone::
<_Matt_> <Database> :: once logged into, displays a very basic (and cheap looking) applet for adding informaiton. Has the MBI logo up in the corner, heavily pixelated and slightly out of proportion, like it was an added afterthought XD ::
<JasonKorat> Before your interview. We’ve been looking for the guy, but no results so far. ::still isn’t up to mentioning a conspiracy theory::
<Ann_Gora> Procrastination is a bad habit, Forge. ::sips her coffee::
<Ann_Gora> <JOSIE>^
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!:: <Jason> HEY! I am SO not procrastinating! I just… wanted to do things tomorrow, that’s all…))
<StormcrowMerle> ::opens the applet, a bit surprised at the shoddiness of the logo.:: <Well, this *is* a new organization, and I don’t have much basis for comparison.>
<_Matt_> ((<Someone> That Dark Silhouette character doesn’t even wear a hooded sweatshirt. How could you confuse him for me? <Jason> … I wasn’t wearing my glasses…))
<JasonKorat> ((::DIES::))
<Ann_Gora> I don’t understand this weirdo… first he goes after you all and then he shows me this… thing he some how knew about… I wouldn’t be surprised if he is working for the government but is trying to leak out information without getting caught.
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Ann_Gora> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<TashaForge> ::smirks:: I keep telling myself I’ll stop procrastinating..then I just figure I’ll stop tomorrow.
<JasonKorat> It’s a good theory, Annie. Right now, I’m about to believe anything until we know who is behind all this.
<Ann_Gora> <Josie>::laughs a little:: Is your brother as bad as you are?
<StormcrowMerle> ::picks up the first paper in the pile, and prepares to enter data::
<_Matt_> <File> :: basic report regarding the location and events that took place at the werehouse that Chop Shop was confronted at ::
<TashaForge> Nope. He’s not nearly as bad as me.
<Ann_Gora> Maybe try holding onto this guy the next time he shows? Use soap too. That’ll take him down like kryptonite to Superkat maybe.
<StormcrowMerle> ::types said information into the applet, and remembers to save!::
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> Then you should learn from him. I hope you don’t plan on procrastinating on turning in reports. Not sure how causual they are in that aspect on information.
<JasonKorat> Or give him a bath. ::grins::
<Ann_Gora> ::laughs a little:: Arm yourself with a supersoaker.
<TashaForge> Myeh..I’ll get ‘em done. I always have. ::grins:: I ain’t to worried about it.
<_Matt_> <Database> :: sends up a warning :: “DUPLICATE DATA. OVERWRITE?”
<JasonKorat> A POWERFUL supersoaker.
<StormcrowMerle> ::blinks at that:: Huh? ::tries to get more information, searching for a “My Documents” folder or the like XD Being new, wants to be sure she got it right::
<Ann_Gora> Seriously though Jase… this has me worried. What if that strange laser was a signal or something to some intergalactic beings. Remember that… Mutilor thing with those water pirates a couple years back?
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> ::nods and eats her other donut, thinking::
<TashaForge> ::yes I’m a hopeless situation. Give up XD::
<JasonKorat> I know, but the Aquians arrested them all. I doubt they’d be trying to invade again…
<_Matt_> <Database> :: displays the record that LS was about to enter as already existing ::
<StormcrowMerle> Hm . . . ::decides to ask about that later, just sets that paper aside and picks up the next file to enter::
<Ann_Gora> ((<LS>::blinks:: Geez, Tasha Forge did say Lyons was an overachiever, but she’s gotten every single incident documented herself already, some of which she wasn’t present for! ::shakes head;:))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::dies!::))
<_Matt_> <Database> :: returns the same error, and also shows the next file’s data as having already been entered ::
<Ann_Gora> They might not be, but what if it’s someone worse? Someone who the SWAT Kats can’t defeat for us this time?
<JasonKorat> We’ll just have to keep looking until we find something.
<_Matt_> ((<Ann> :: already contemplating another pulitzer ::))
<Ann_Gora> <Josie>::no!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::takes a deep breath, trying not to get upset:: Okay, let’s just see about this. ::tries to enter the next file, and the next, and so on and so on::
<JasonKorat> And, hope nothing happens.
<Ann_Gora> ::XD probably is ;D::
<TashaForge> Have you met the new recruit yet? That..Lynx guy?
<_Matt_> <Database> :: so on and so forth, each has already been entered. :: <Document Dates> :: are likewise peculiar, as the information related to the Chop Shop incident had already been entered… over a week prior to the incident ::
<Ann_Gora> Listen… ::pulling into MBC studios:: I’m heading in for work now so I need to get off here. Call me if you all learn of anything? I’ll keep it off the record, until everything’s figured out that is. ::small smile to herself::
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> In the hall once, but that’s all. Why?
<StormcrowMerle> ::notes that, and bites her lip:: <Please, please let this be just a computer error.> ::wonders if maybe a virus got into the system. Closes the applet without saving, picks up the paper files and goes to find someone of authoritay!::
* _Matt_ is now known as Database
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: just wondering. I’ve only met him a couple times.
<JasonKorat> :nods:: You know I will. When do you get off work?
<Ann_Gora> Tonight? I’m staying in the office until after the 6 o’clock report. Waiting on deliveries to replace my laptop and some other things that were taken. ::huffs. parks and gets out of her car::
<Ann_Gora> <Josie> ::grins at her:: There are a few good looking toms working here, aren’t there? ::thinks that’s why she asked lol::
<JasonKorat> Up for dinner?
<TashaForge> ::shush! XD trying to hide a blush:: yeah..there are. So long as they do their share of the work.
<Ann_Gora> ::smiles:: Sure. What time?
<JasonKorat> Whenever you get off. ::grins:: Want me to pick you up?
<Ann_Gora> Yeah, sounds good. 7 okay?
<StormcrowMerle> ::goes down the hall on the hunt for people. Since this is so very strange, heads for the Korat office first::
<JasonKorat> Sure.
<Ann_Gora> Alright. I’ll be out front then.
<JasonKorat> Great. I’ll see you then.
<Ann_Gora> ::goes inside building and up elevator to her office:: See you later, Jase. ::hangs up::
* Ann_Gora is now known as JosieLyons
<JosieLyons> Well I would hope that they will do their share of the work.
<JasonKorat> Later. ::does teh same;:
<StormcrowMerle> ::Jase in zee office?::
<TashaForge> ::nods. sips down some coffee quickly XD::
<JosieLyons> You get the idea that some of them aren’t?
<JasonKorat> ::yes he ees!::
<StormcrowMerle> ::huzzah! Goes there and knocketh upon the door-eth::
<TashaForge> Oh no! No no..not that. Just..making a statement is all. ::smiles::
<JosieLyons> … relationships between officers isn’t something I’d pursue if I were you. It could lead to bad fallings out and make for bad teamwork and failed missions.
<JasonKorat> Come in.
<TashaForge> ::blinks! nearly chokes up some coffee::….relationships? Now where did you get that out of my statement?
<StormcrowMerle> ::opens the door-eth:: Good morning, Captain Korat.
<JosieLyons> ::laughs a little:: Just making a statement of my own. To figure you out a little. ::grins::
<TashaForge> ::smirks:: figure me out huh? Good luck. My brother has been trying to do that for years.
<JasonKorat> Morning, Merle. What can I help you with?
<JosieLyons> ::shrugs:: I figure since this is a more close knit environment here, why not get to know my co-workers better?
<StormcrowMerle> I think something’s wrong with the Bureau database, sir. I just tried to enter the information from these, ::holds up the files:: but it tells me it’s already been entered, and entered on a date a week before the incident even happened.
<TashaForge> Well..what do you wanna know? I’m not gonna bite your head off if you as a question. ::smiles::
<JosieLyons> Hmm… well since we’re on the subject somewhat, you have a boyfriend or anything?
<JasonKorat> ::stare: Say what?
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::did not do his report a week before the event happened XD and in fact he is probably somewhere ’round MBI HQ as well. at his desk yeah yeah::
<StormcrowMerle> I’ve tried entering each of these files, and each time, the database turns up with it already entered, over a week ago.
<StormcrowMerle> I’m wondering if it might be a system glitch, or a virus.
<JasonKorat> ::frowns, turns to his computer and attempts to enter into the datebase:
<TashaForge> No. No one right now. ::sips coffee::
<TashaForge> Do you?
<Database> :: verifies LS’ statements ::
<JasonKorat> Ths… doesn’t make any sense. ::checks to see who entered them::
<Database> <Files> :: were entered on date a few days after Jason received a manilla folder filled with lots of data. Is the same data, entered by a previous paper-pusher (insert name). ::
<JosieLyons> No. Though I enjoy going out dancing at the occassional club in search of one. ::smiles:: It’s not a top priority though.
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: I’m usually out at the club every weekend. Not really looking that hard but if one crosses my path, I’m gonna look. ::Smirks::
<JosieLyons> Really? I’ve been thinking about asking some of you all from here about going out together or something sometime, but wasn’t sure who would be interested.
<JasonKorat> By… Trina…? But.. she never told me she did this… ::types again, double checks::
<TashaForge> Oh I definitly would be! Joe goes with me usually too though usually as my driver. ::winks::
<StormcrowMerle> ::stands watching, feeling more and more worried. This doesn’t sound like a virus or a glitch::
<JosieLyons> ::smirks at that:: Well then, maybe we should see who else is off duty this weekend and go.
<TashaForge> Sure! we can do that. We could all use a break after all thats been going on. I know Joe is off this weekend so he can go.
<Database> <Manilla Folder> :: has been left laying around. Likely entered by someone who felt like saving the Captain/Director some time, but likely didn’t pay close attention to what they were entering. Probably Hertz XD :: <Database> :: has all of the other data entered as well from the manilla folder ::
<JosieLyons> ::nods:: No kidding. I believe I’m off too.
<TashaForge> So long as I got day shift I’m going.
<JasonKorat> This isn’t making any sense. ::calls Trina::
<JosieLyons> We can ask around during the week and plan something. What’s your favorite club to go to?
<Database> ((<Trina> Waaaaaaaasssssssssss up? <Jason> :: recoils from the phone :: … wrong number ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ::names off some random club:: Its pretty good, and plays lots of different music. Has a pretty good DJ
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<JasonKorat> ::into phone: Hey, it’s me. Quick question… did you enter anything into the database? … Huh? No, that wasn’t me either….. You sure. Yeah…. okay. Thanks. ::hangs up:: It wasn’t her.
<JosieLyons> It isn’t one of those rave type places is it? ::snickers:: With the glow stick and the pounding techno music at a horribly loud volume you can’t talk to your dance partner?
<StormcrowMerle> Then any idea how this could have happened?
<TashaForge> ::Snickers:: no its not. Its a regular just dance club.
<JosieLyons> Good. ::nods:: We can go there then.
<JasonKorat> Not a clue.
<JasonKorat> ::frowns::
<TashaForge> Alright. Sounds good. I’ve been dying to grab some friends to go myself. Joe is good company but I can only take so much of him some nights. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> Okay . . . ::looks at the files again:: So what should I do with these?
<JosieLyons> ::laughs a bit:: He’s too quiet for my liking. I take it you don’t know many kats here in the city yet?
<JasonKorat> Leave them here… just in case.
<TashaForge> No I don’t. Just the ones that work here really and a few others I’ve met in various places but they really aren’t that great of friends. ::just my rivals on the race track XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: All right. ::puts the files down on his desk:: Is there anything else I can file?
<JasonKorat> Whatever else you have on your desk. ::smiles:: Thanks.
<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles back:: I will. ::departs, going back to her desk. Presumbly there wasn’t much else in her inbox?::
<JosieLyons> <Silver VW beetle>::newer model, pulls up outside of the MBI. a she kat steps out of it and adjusts her skirt a little after shutting the door. walks towards the door to the front entrance of the MBI::
<StormcrowMerle> ::resumes her seat at her desk::
<JosieLyons> <Josie> Well then you need to get to know your fellow co-workers as well. ::smiles::
<JasonKorat> ::sighs, rubs at his eyes;: Of the rotten luck. What. Is. Going. On?
<TashaForge> I’m trying. Maybe an outing will help us all to get to know each other better.
<Database> :: despite having been entered before the incident, the information it displays about the Chop Shop is still accurate… ::
<Database> ((the Chop Shop incident ))
<JosieLyons> <she-kat>::dressed in a short black dress, white labcoat that’s opened, Puma-Dyne ID tag clipped to the left front top pocket. black high heels and dangly gold earrings. scowling she is as she enters the MBI. steps up the the desk in the lobby and glances around::
<JosieLyons> ((<Chop Shop>::wants to be known as The Chop Shop, but no one listens and they always get it wrong!::))
<TashaForge> ((::diiies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> <Josie> And be a chance as you said to relax and not think about the crazyness that’s gone on around here lately.
<Database> ((::snorks::))
<JasonKorat> :reads this, wondering;:
<JosieLyons> <she-kat>::taps her foot. looks for a bell or something to alert the Bureau she’s there:: Helloooooooooo? ::calls out down the hall::
<TashaForge> No joke…::sips up last of her coffee::
<TashaForge> <Joe>::will go help her if no one else does::
<StormcrowMerle> ::hears the call, wonders why they don’t have someone manning the desk. Gets up yet again and heads out to the lobby::
<StormcrowMerle> ::Joe can come too::
<Database> :: still has other information about other wanted criminals. Perhaps it’s not a hoax after all… ::
<TashaForge> <Joe>::nope..you got it.::
<JosieLyons> <she-kat>::isn’t that your job, LS? XD:: About time. ::says when LS appears.:: No wonder nothing is getting done around here.
<JasonKorat> ::is in some thought. None of this makes any sense to him::
<StormcrowMerle> ::well, Jase set up the phone at one of the desks, so she assumed that was where she was supposed to be. Thinks it’s odd, yes, but isn’t questioning since believes it will only be for a short while:: <I am going to ignore that part.> Good morning, ma’am. How can I help you?
<JosieLyons> <she-kat> That’s Professor. ::holds out a file in her hand, inside several papers clipped together:: My name is Professor Clawson and I’m here for two things. The first is to hand over information on the anti-matter that was stolen awhile back since you agents obviously can’t use a dictionary yourselves to find out. And the other is to speak to the director who I hope is out of highschool unlike you.
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries to keep calm and not be intimidated by this scary individual:: Er, all right. I don’t know if the Director is in today, but Captain Korat is; I’m sure he can help you. ::dang, just keeps bringing one bad thing after another to Jase’s office::
<TashaForge> Well..I guess I best get back to work for a while at least. ::gets up to throw stuff away:: I’ll ask a few people if I talk to them about going out this weekend.
<JosieLyons> <Josie> Alright. ::smiles:: And… can I drive us there?
<JosieLyons> <Clawson> He’ll do.
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Awww why? Scared of my driving?
<JosieLyons> YES.
<StormcrowMerle> All right. His office is down this way. ::beckons and prepares to head that way::
<TashaForge> You ain’t no fun. ::grinning:: I’ll let someone else drive unless me and Joe ride together. I’ll have to see what he wants to do.
<JasonKorat> ::logs out of the database finally. Isn’t going to make any sense of this;
<JosieLyons> <Clawson>::waits for her to go. follows when she does, eying the place::
<JosieLyons> That’s all I ask. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> ::leads the way, occasionally darting a glance back at Clawson to see how she’s reacting::
<TashaForge> Alright. I’ll see about that. Later! ::heads back for her desk!::
<JosieLyons> ::waves and finishes her coffee ‘n donuts quietly::
<TashaForge> ::plops down at her desk to get some work done…or procrastinate further XD::
<JosieLyons> <Clawson> ::has a smirk on her face she does as they go::
<StormcrowMerle> ::well, at least she’s not saying anything. Hopes that’s a good thing. Finally arrives outside Jase’s office and knocks once again::
<JosieLyons> ::or eavesdrop? ;D::
<JasonKorat> Now what…? Yes?
<JosieLyons> <Clawson> ::folds arms::
<TashaForge> ::no! I no eavesdrop today. don’t know anyone is in there XD::
* JosieLyons is now known as JennaClawson
<StormcrowMerle> ::opens the door again:: Um, hello again. ::has an apologetic look:: There’s a Professor Clawson here to see you about stolen antimatter.
<JennaClawson> <Hans>::looks up from his desk as Tasha sits down:: Hey Tasha. Finshed with your coffee and donuts for the day?
<JasonKorat> Clawson…?::absentmindedly;: Um. Sure. Show her in.
<JennaClawson> I can take it from here, thanks. ::goes past LS and into Jase’s office::
<TashaForge> ::grins::I sure am..well at least the ones for this break. ::grins:: How are you?
<StormcrowMerle> ::opens the door politely for Jenna – or not. Just moves off to the side quickly::
<StormcrowMerle> ::moves to close the door as she leaves::
<JennaClawson> <Hans> Doing alright I suppose. A little bored with no more action taking place though. ::grins::
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: Oh? well..can’t help you there. Ooo wait. I need to ask you. You off this weekend? Lyons and I were trying to round up a group to go to the club this weekend for some R and R.
<JennaClawson> <Hans> Not sure, haven’t checked the schedule but if I am I’d be glad to come.
<TashaForge> great! We thought we could all use it after the odd happenings going on around here lately.
<JennaClawson> ::waves at LS as she shuts the door dismissively like “shoo shoo” XD poor LS::
<JasonKorat> Can I help you?
<StormcrowMerle> ::closes the door XP and goes back to her desk to watch the phone again::
<JennaClawson> You’re supposed to be doing so already, but you nor the Enforcers is getting anything done. ::drops the file on his desk:: This is information on some antimatter that was taken from Puma-Dyne. Do you even know about it, Captain? You sent some of your agents there twice to add to the scads of Enforcers already present.
<JasonKorat> <And, it begins.> I’m recently learning about it, Miss Clawson.
<JennaClawson> Professor. ::corrects him:: That antimatter is rare and can’t be easily replaced, Captain. You and the Enforcers both are wasting valuable time for research on projects involving this and I’d like to know what is taking so long to locate it? ::folds her arms::
<JennaClawson> <Hans> I’d rather have some more odd happenings myself. :;chuckles, then sees LS enter the room:: Hey Merle, maybe you’d be interested in this as well.
<StormcrowMerle> Interested in what? ::as she takes her seat::
<JasonKorat> We WOULD if we had any leads, professor. ::as he stands::
<JennaClawson> <Hans>::looks at Tasha to tell her ’bout it::
<TashaForge> Some of us are going out to the club this weekend. You wanna join us? ::smiles::
<StormcrowMerle> ::stunned. After a moment’s thought, asks:: Um, what kind of club is it?
<JennaClawson> Leads? How hard is it to track some freakish electric based being down? If it was sold, it’s most likely on the black market and I’m sure the MBI has loads of time between meter maiding to go find it.
<JennaClawson> <Hans> A fun one I hope. ::chuckles::
<JasonKorat> Ma’am, I highly doubt that… ::beat, stops now, sorta realizing something:: Ma’am, tell me more about this dark matter. What does it do. And, does anything affect it?
<Database> ((<LS> Is it one of those under 21 clubs that serve lots of soda pop and close at 10:00 PM ? <Tasha> uh….))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<JennaClawson> ((::laughs!::))
<TashaForge> Just a dance club and bar. Plays all different kinds of music. its a pretty good place.
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> That sounds nice, but I don’t think I really have the right clothes for that. Thank you anyway, though.
<TashaForge> The right clothes? If its clothes you need I can let you borrow some. Thats no problem. ::small smile::
<JennaClawson> ANTImatter, ANTImatter! ::sighs and takes a seat:: Antimatter is the opposite of normal matter, but the electrical charges are reversed. When antimatter comes in contact with normal matter, these equal but opposite particles collide to create an explosion which emits pure radiation. Particles left over create a powerful energy which can be used for propultion. Basically, we’re trying to create a powerful energysource for transportation. MASA’s interested in it and Puma-Dyne is going to be the first to harness such energy.
<JennaClawson> ((where’d that cut off at?))
<TashaForge> ((energysource for trans?__
<StormcrowMerle> ::awkward:: Um, no thanks, it’s fine. ::doesn’t want to list the other reasons she thinks she shouldn’t go to a club, the main ones being ID and money issues. *Would* like to go, but believes it’s unwise::
<JennaClawson> Basically, we’re trying to create a powerful energysource for transportation. MASA’s interested in it and Puma-Dyne is going to be the first to harness such energy. ::curse you Matt for making me do some research and hurt mah brain XD::
<Database> ((<Jenna> Or, a completely new way to power microwaves :: holds up a hot pocket :: Want one? <Jason> Sure <Jenna> Too bad! :: scarfs it ::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JennaClawson> ((::DIES::))
<JasonKorat> Okay. Is there anything that can… break it apart, so to speak?
<JasonKorat> ((DEAD!! Oh dear. I’m getting flashbacks to “Angels and Demons”. ::Dan Brown made her head hurt with that. @_@::))
<JennaClawson> Break it apart?
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: suit yourself. It’ll be a ton of fun though. ::grins::
<JennaClawson> <Hans> Won’t jeans and a t-shirt do?
<JennaClawson> ((LOL))
<StormcrowMerle> ((You’re not alone with that, Sagey X) ))
<JasonKorat> Yeah. Dissipate it?
<TashaForge> I’ve done that a lot myself. Jeans and t-shirts.
<JennaClawson> That’s how we get the energy to use from antimatter, by breaking it apart it annihilates both particles’ masses. If someone tried to do that with what they stole, that would be a nice explosion.
<JennaClawson> ::if mun is understanding this information right XD Matt can step in at anytime to correct the mun. it’s 1:15am. she ain’t no science whiz. -g-::
* Database is now known as Someone
<StormcrowMerle> Oh. Um . . . ::thinks about her clothes. None of her T-shirts are really appropriate even for a casual club, at least in her mind, but has a few dollars she can afford to spend on a nice discou – No, no! Need to keep a low profile in this town!::
<JasonKorat> Can water affect it?
<TashaForge> You don’t have to make a decision right now. Its no biggie if you can’t go. I’m always there at the clubs so thats a given I’m going if you ever wanna go another time or something as well.
<StormcrowMerle> ::well, the katworld has never been known for rigidly obeying the laws of science ;) ::
<JennaClawson> Water? ::raises her brow:: What are you getting at, Captain?
<Someone> <Laws of Science> :: are more like… Guidelines of Science in MKC XD ::
<JennaClawson> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<JennaClawson> <Hans> Yes, you have a few days to think on it anyway.
<JasonKorat> Can water break it apart? Or dissolve it?
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL, indeed! <ScientistKat> ::pirate voice:: It’s really more of a *guideline* than a rule. ))
<JennaClawson> ::is a big genius. is often embarrassed by her mun who’s a big doofus ;D:: No, not to my knoweledge.
<JennaClawson> ((::laughs LS!::))
<Someone> <water> :: is known to inhibit the range and effectiveness of radiation in general, hence why radioactive materials are stored in water ::
<JasonKorat> <Crud. I thought I was getting somewhere with this….> I see.
<StormcrowMerle> Oh. Well, in that case, I *will* think about it. <And hopefully by then I’ll have found a job somewhere else.> ::gives herself a mental kick for not searching harder these past few days::
<TashaForge> Good! Well thats settled. ::kicks back in her chair precariously on two legs, props feet up on desk and pulls out a file to look over::
<JennaClawson> It’s radiation, so it would have the same effect on radioactive materials. ::shrugs::
<JennaClawson> ((as it does on radioactive materials^))
<JennaClawson> <Hans> Something the matter, Merle?
<StormcrowMerle> ::shakes head quickly:: No, nothing.
<JennaClawson> Do you know something you’re not telling me, Captain?
<JennaClawson> ::narrows eyes at him::
<JasonKorat> That I have a feeling that I MAY know where your anti-matter. All we have to do is catch him.
<JasonKorat> ^is
<JennaClawson> ::smirks at him:: What happened to “no leads”?
<Someone> :: meanwhile, in a distant area of Megakat City, approaches a secluded rundown building. Approaching a large security door, with a technical looking access-panel. Types in several key-codes :: <Panel> :: display shows the Dark Kat logo blink :: <Door> :: opens ::
<JasonKorat> Well, now that I have a clear run down of WHAT the anti matter is…
<TashaForge> ::listening to them. acting like she ain’t but is XD::
<JennaClawson> My specialty is not on antimatter itself, merely the technology we’re developing to try and use it. I know only the basics. This report has all the information on it.
<JennaClawson> <Hans> You sure? I know you’re new here, but so am I. ::smiles:: This is a great way to get to know everyone here in a relaxed atmosphere.
<JennaClawson> ((<Dark Kat> Where’s my antimatter tacos?! <Someone> I dropped one and it took out a city block. Sorry sir. ))
<StormcrowMerle> I guess, but I’m not really an agent. <I’m not an agent, period.>
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*!))
<JasonKorat> I know. But, your explanation was very helpful.
<TashaForge> It don’t matter really. You still work here. ::smiles:: we wanna get to know you too.
<Someone> :: reaches into sweatshirt and withdraws a glock. Cocks the weapon, and begins to slowly descend a dark spiral staircase that goes deep underground ::
<JennaClawson> Mind cluing me in? ::smiles sweetly at him now. crosses one leg over the other::
<StormcrowMerle> ::wishes more than ever she wasn’t on the lam, wants to fit in with these nice people. Shrugs.:: There isn’t much that’s very interesting to know, and I’m only supposed to be here temporarily.
<JennaClawson> <Hans> Well, you’re not going to leave us tomorrow are you? ::grins::
<JennaClawson> <Dark Kat> ::come into my web, said the spider to the fly. my mun is really corny, so said I::
<TashaForge> Indeed. I’d argue I’m not that interesting either. Besides..its fun.
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries to think up a polite response to that:: Probably not. I can try to give two week’s notice before I do.
<StormcrowMerle> ::has no answer for that::
<JasonKorat> ::tells her abuot the “someone” on an account of a lazy mun cuz’ the words got stuck @_@::
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: Well thats nice of you.
<Someone> :: makes way around a corner, sticking close to the wall, remaining in the shadows ::
<JennaClawson> ::highly interested! thinking:: What an interesting kat this someone is… regardless, I WANT my antimatter back.
<StormcrowMerle> ::is surprised at the chuckle, wasn’t making a joke. Doesn’t know how this sort of job operates with leaving X) ::
<JennaClawson> <chittering noises>::from creeplings patrolling the hall Someone is in can be heard drawing nearer::
<JasonKorat> You’ll get it back. I promise.
<JennaClawson> <Hans> So why is this temporary anyway? You getting another position somewhere else soon?
<Someone> :: pauses at the sound of approaching Creeplings, crouching unseen ::
<JennaClawson> I’m going to hold you to that. I’m loosing money on this, as is Puma-Dyne. ::stands now:: Carreers are at stake. ::not really, at least not hers XD she has other projects of her own. looks at him all sad/worried now. boo hoo!::
<JasonKorat> ::nods:: You have my word.
<StormcrowMerle> Well . . . it can’t look good for the Bureau to have a runaway teen working here, can it? ::does not want to say that her reason is a bit more selfish, that she’s afraid they’ll lock her up and/or ship her back once they find out she’s not going home as soon as she said::
<JennaClawson> <creeplings>::continue on. pause and slow down when they near Someone::
<JennaClawson> ::goes over to him:: Thank you, Captain. ::reaches in her purse and goes over to him. smiles and invades his personal bubble XD puts her card in his shirt pocket if he has one:: This has my contact information, should you want to reach me or have any further questions, okay? ::pats his chest a few times::
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: I seriously doubt that anyone is gonna notice that small fact what with all the other issues we’ve had lately.
<JennaClawson> <Hans>::had he known of her being a runaway and all? mun can’t remember::
<Someone> :: quickly pistol-whips the two Creeplings, then pulls them into the shadows ::
<JasonKorat> ::arches a brow:: Uh… sure. ::blushes horribly::
<StormcrowMerle> I guess not, but it’s still probably better if no one finds out.
<JennaClawson> <creeplings>::erk! KOed and pulled into shadows::
<StormcrowMerle> ::well, most of the other agents do, so he could have heard it from them? Up to Hansmun::
<TashaForge> Honestly..I’d think it was quite the interesting thing. A runaway making something of herself. thats quite a good story.
<JennaClawson> Thank you. ::smiles and turns from him, goes to the door and opens it:: I’ll talk to you later. ::makes way out the door. when she’s far enough away, frowns again annoyed::
<Someone> :: once the hall is cleared, quickly makes way forward, heading for the main chamber ::
<JasonKorat> ::needs to ask Jake if there are any other members of his family who are that forward… and if he should avoid them. XD::
<JennaClawson> <hans>::alrighty! Just didn’t wanna accidentally metagame or something lol:: Well no, but once you’re out of highschool and 18 you’ll be on your own.
<StormcrowMerle> But isn’t it the – <Don’t dig yourself any deeper, Liz!> – never mind. <Shutting up, shutting up . . .>
<TashaForge> ::nods to what Hans says then looks at Stormcrow:: Nevermind what?
<StormcrowMerle> Nothing. ::squeaky voice::
<TashaForge> ::frowns:: why do you always avoid telling us things? Its not like we are gonna bite you or anything.
<StormcrowMerle> There’s nothing to tell!
<JennaClawson> <two ninjakats>::talking:: <NK1> So you see, that’s why Frogger never had a Mrs. Frogger. <NK2> That’s so lame. A yellow ball thing with a pink bow would be “cuter” than a female frog? Atari didn’t know what they were doing.
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JennaClawson> <Hans> I think there iiiiiis.
<JennaClawson> <Hans>::grins:: C’mon, who are we going to tell?
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: whoa…no need to get defensive..
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries to calm down:: Sorry. I was going to say, isn’t it a duty of law enforcment to send runaways back to their guardians? ::begins eyeing of possible exits::
<JennaClawson> <ninjakats>::obviously not paying attention XD even tho they’re on high alert with someone using the door upstairs::
<TashaForge> Well..that depends on the situation. In your case, we could be facing a potential situation where your homelife isn’t good and we don’t wanna send you back into that.
<JennaClawson> <Hans> It is, but I haven’t recieved any orders to ship you out.
<Someone> :: emerges from the shadows, jamming the cylindrical device he used earlier on Johnny into the neck of the NK facing away from him, then points the gun directly at the other NK ::
<JennaClawson> ::and he’d tell you he does and to stay the heck away from her XD belatedly to Jasemun::
<JasonKorat> ((:dies! XD::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::tries to think of a response to that::
<JennaClawson> <NK1> Now let me tell you about Q- ::erk!:: bert… ::falls over:: <NK2> Gah! ::backs up to the door::
<JasonKorat> ::goes and calls Mark:: Hey, it’s me. I think I have a connection. We just have to find this creep again.
<Someone> :: in a synthetic voice :: Where is he?
<JennaClawson> <NK2> He who? ::raises hands. this is only his third day on the job ;_; don’t kill me!::
<Someone> Dark Kat
<JennaClawson> <NK2> Um… up your nose, with a rubber hose man! ::brave ninjastance!::
<TashaForge> ::smiles:: we aren’t going to ship you off. From what I’ve heard so far a lot of us are here because we haven’t exactly done things exactly perfect in our lives. I think you are safe amongst us.
<JennaClawson> ((<Mark> The cable guy who won’t give my the remote to my digital cable? <Jase> … NO. That weird hoodie guy! ))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::gulps:: All right . . . ::still doesn’t feel fully comfortable about letting everything be known, mostly because nothing illegal has really been done except on her part::
<JennaClawson> ((give me^))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Someone> :: raises the weapon higher, aiming at him right between the eyes ::
<JennaClawson> <NK2>Behind these doors! ::sweats under his hooded mask::
<TashaForge> Just relax. Nothin’s gonna happen here to you.
<JennaClawson> <Hans> No one’s gone to your folks either, miss Merle. ::smiles gently:: They don’t know you’re here. ::as far as he knows::
* JennaClawson is now known as HansLynx
<Someone> Step aside
<JasonKorat> ((Heading to bed. I’m done here anyway. ))
<HansLynx> <NK2> ::does so::
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods, relaxes a little:: Well, that’s good. <Mostly.>
<HansLynx> ((Night Sagey! ::huggles!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Goodnights!))
<TashaForge> ((nights!))
<JasonKorat> ((night all!))
* JasonKorat has quit IRC (Quit: )
<TashaForge> ::smiles at her and looks back at her files a moment::
<Someone> :: begins to walk past the remaining NK, but quickly sends him a left-hook sucker punch in the jaw, hopefully enough to keep him down and out for long enough ::
<HansLynx> <NK2>::aow! punched and falls over KOed::
<Someone> :: approaches the door and begins to open it ::
<HansLynx> <door>::opens up just fine!:: <Dark Kat> ::in the next room, stands with a laser rifle in his hands aiming at the door. several creeplings surrounding him::
<HansLynx> ::looks at Stormcrow:: I think a night out with some friends from your temporary job is what you need. ::smiles::
<StormcrowMerle> ::forces a smile:: Well, I guess I can give it a shot.
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::near a console as well, just behind him::
<HansLynx> That’s the spirit! Tell you all what. First round of drinks will be on me.
<StormcrowMerle> Um, that’s nice of you. ::can’t afford to turn down free food/drinks XD::
<Someone> :: notes this, weapon raised, doesn’t move just yet ::
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Is that just her or for the whole group?
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat> Aren’t you going to introduce yourself? ::says to this Someone with a smirk:: You seem to be familiar enough with the door to get in here.
<HansLynx> The whole group of course.
<TashaForge> ::smirks:: Better be glad you said the first round then.
<HansLynx> That’s exactly why I said the first round. ::chuckles::
<TashaForge> If I can convince Joe to drive I’m gonna have a lot of fun this weekend. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> ::manages to smile for real this time::
<Someone> I’m no one :: synthetic voice sounds extra hollow with the poor acoustics of DK’s underground lair ::
<HansLynx> ::glances over at Joe if he’s still in there:: What say you, Joe?
<Someone> ((<DK> :: getting angry :: I can’t get my surround sound evil megalomanica console of DOOM ™ to sound right! ))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat> Then why bother to disquise your voice and conceal your face?
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> <Joe>::not looking up from his paperwork:: I say I’ll have a sick sister to babysit the next morning. <Tasha> HEY!
<StormcrowMerle> ::chuckles at that::
<HansLynx> Oh ho, someone doesn’t know when to quit? ::smirks at Tasha::
<TashaForge> I know when to quit! <Joe>::snickers:: Oh she’ll quit…when I stop paying for the drinks.
<HansLynx> ::tsk tsk tsks:: Shame shame shame. A she-kat who doesn’t know when they’ve had enough. I expect more from a law officer. I see now why you want your brother to drive now. ::stil smirking::
<StormcrowMerle> ::snickers too::
<TashaForge> Hey, I’m not in uniform when I do it and I’m being safe about it getting a designated driver. You tell me whats illegal in that picture exactly?
<HansLynx> Nothing. Nothing at all. But I bet you regret it still like it was a crime in the morning.
<Someone> It seems to be the trend
<TashaForge> Depends on how much I had and what exactly it was.
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat> What do you want? ::asks sounding annoyed::
<HansLynx> Should we keep an eye on you then?
<TashaForge> Nope. <Joe> Thats my job. ::sounding all protective XD::
<Someone> To kill you. :: matter of factly ::
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::laughs:: Then get on with it, Mr. No One.
<HansLynx> ::notes his protective tone XD:: Alright then. I’ll let you do your thing, but I’m only paying for the first drink.
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: suits me just fine. One less I gotta pay for. ::grins::
<Someone> :: bolts to the side, following the wall ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::just listens to them, feeling a bit better::
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::starts firing in Someone’s direction:: <creeplings>::four of them rush over towards Someone as well to attack::
<HansLynx> I’m not aiding in your hangover much though.
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: I’ll take care of that on my own. Don’t worry.
<HansLynx> ::shakes his head at her and smiles. leans back in his chair::
<Someone> :: empties the clip at the various Creeplings who are swarming at him ::
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::pulls out a flashbang grenade. tosses it towards where Someone is firing, making sure to shut his eyes as he ducks behind some crates that are stacked in in one part of the area::
<TashaForge> ::picks up her files again to read. geez..she’s procrastinating today XD::
<HansLynx> ::finished his report. has nothing else to do unless called in on anything. looks at Stormcrow to see if she’s busying herself with anything::
<Someone> <Room> :: illuminates with a flash o’light ::
<StormcrowMerle> :;doesn’t have much to do, as it seems someone did her work for her today::
<StormcrowMerle> ::is just watching the phone right now::
<TashaForge> ::if someone were to look closely, that file actually has a racing magazine tucked inside it she’s reading on XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ((<LS> ::staring at the phone:: I think it just moved . . . ))
<TashaForge> ((::snorts::))
<HansLynx> ((::busts up!::))
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::when the light subdues, he turns to look and see where this some one is, motioning for more creeplings to fly out and attack::
<Someone> :: is no longer where he was before the grenade detonated ::
<HansLynx> ::taps his pencil on his desk a moment. glances at Tasha’s “files” notes something. grins a bit:: What file is that you’ve got, Tasha?
<TashaForge> ((<Someone>::Is now plastered to the wall just beside where he once was::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ::plays it off cool. is good at this XD:: oh just some stuff on an old case file I was looking over.
<HansLynx> <dark Kat>::ducks behind the crates again quickly:: What have I done to offend you so much that you’ve come to kill me, hmmm?
<HansLynx> Which old case?
<TashaForge> One from my old precinct they wanted me to close on. A warehouse raid. ::XD::
<StormcrowMerle> ::listens idly::
<Someone> :: descending from above, lands in front of Dark Kat, grabbing the barrel end of his laser rifle with one hand, and slamming the fist of his other hand into it in one quick motion, causing the weapon to snap and spark ::
<HansLynx> ‘nip? Weapons? Cars?
<Someone> ((<Dark Kat> What do they make these things out of anyway? Plastic? <Someone> Yeah, actually ))
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::eyes widen at that, releases the weapon quickly and attempts to throw a punch at Someone::
<TashaForge> ‘nip. I was on a drug task force there.
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> Aaaah, ::gets up now and walks around her desk to get behind her:: Mind if I take a peek?
<Someone> :: gets hit by Dark Kat, and flies back into the stack of crates, falls to a knee ::
<TashaForge> ::shuts it quickly XD:: You wouldn’t be interested in this. Just some boring stuff I gotta sign off on and all. No biggie.
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::pulls out a pistol from within his robes ((and a Burrito grande!)) and aims it at the guy, firing::
<Someone> :: metallic cough :: ((<Dark Kat> General Grievous, I knew it was you! <Grievous> :: ignites four light-sabers :: Yes, but you learn too late! <Dark Kat> :: sends a blast of Dark Force Lightning out his hands ::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<StormcrowMerle> ::perks a bit, is curious now::
<HansLynx> ((::DIIES::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!:: <Dark Kat> Take this! ::squishes burito sending hot sauce and goey insides everywhere:: <Someone> MY EYES!!! IT BUUUUUUURNS!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*))
<HansLynx> ::finishes out the round in the pistol:: Get him, my creeplings! <remaining creeplings, several>::leap towards the Someone simultaneniously::
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<Someone> :: gets up, but too slow. Underestimated the strength of Dark Kat and also his reflexes. Is shot with the pistol, and falls backward :: <Sparks> :: arc about his motionless body ::
<TashaForge> ((<Joe>::blinks:: you have Creeplings. Cool!–erk! ::issa tackled by Creeplings::))
<HansLynx> ((and that was Dark Kat ::DIES::))
<HansLynx> ((::whaps you XD::))
<TashaForge> ((owwwww! ::snickering::))
<HansLynx> I don’t know, let me see. ::smiles:: It’s taking you an awful lot of reading to sign something. ::tries to open it up::
<HansLynx> <creeplings>::gather ’round the Someone, yelp a bit at the sparks, but begin to try and search him for more weapons and the like::
<TashaForge> yes well..its a lot of reading. very thorough report. ::grins. puts hands on top of folder:: <Joe> *coughs*topdrawer*cough*
<StormcrowMerle> ::watches this::
<HansLynx> ::hears Joe XD tries to reach over and open the topdrawer of her desk XD::
<Someone> :: underneath the sweatshirt is… nothing, seemingly. As if no one is there ::
<TashaForge> ::quickly lets go of the folder and tries to grab her drawer!:: No no! Thats personal stuff! <Joe>::quickly grabs the folder and tosses it over on Lynx’s desk XD::
<HansLynx> <creeplings>::confused. one chitters for DK to come over and take a look:: <Dark Kat>::narrows eyes. kicks at the nothingness that is under the sweatshirt::
<HansLynx> ::laughs now and rushes to see what Joe tossed on his desk. grabs it up and opens it:: Old case huh? Dale Katheart racks up the points in NASCAR… New bike part gives more speed… iiinteresting…
<TashaForge> Eh heh…gotta keep up to speed on the world around you. Never know what those evil criminals will try next. <Joe> Or what new racing part they’ll come out with next. ::smirks::
<Someone> :: is kicked at, and the sparks return, and abruptly reveals a torso, dressed in a black jumpsuit of some kind, laced with some strange looking circuitry, some of which is damanged by the gunshot. No blood. :: <Face> :: of the Someone, is somewhat revealed as well, it being covered by an attachment over his mouth and nose, along with a pair of expensive looking goggles, likely nightvision or some such. Face is still fairly well hidden ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::O.Os then has to cover her mouth with both hands and bury her face in her lap to hide her wild snickering::
<HansLynx> ::grins at her:: If you don’t have work to do, I doubt anyone is going to care if you… get up to speed with the world around you, or at least the local racing track. ::tosses her magazine back to her::
<HansLynx> Isn’t that right, Merle? ::notes her snickering XD::
<TashaForge> ::catches the magazine. lays it out on her desk and smirks at Merle::
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat> Remove the mask and device. <creepling>::reaches out to try and do so::
<StormcrowMerle> ::manages to nod without lifting her head from her lap::
<Someone> :: abruptly raises right arm, the sweatshirt sleeve falling back to reveal a glovatrix, of which a jumpline just as rapidly shoots out and through the door the Someone used to enter. Gets pulled up and out, his foot inadvertently kicking a Creepling in the process ::
<TashaForge> Yes well…you guys stare at nothing. I’ll read my magazines. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> ::manages to stop laughing and sits up again, smoothing her facial fur back into place:: The phone isn’t nothing. ::resumes her position:: By the way, whose job is it to watch the front desk?
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::growls:: After him! <creeplings>::rest leap over the one that was kicked and hurry out after the Someone:: <Dark Kat>::grabs up another laser rifle and makes his way out to the hall::
<HansLynx> Isn’t it yours? ::chuckles at Tasha and sits back at his desk::
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: No clue. I thought that was you.
<HansLynx> ::sais isn’t it yours to LS btw::
<HansLynx> ((said^))
<StormcrowMerle> I thought it would be, but Captain Korat set up the phone line to here, so I’m a bit stuck.
<TashaForge> well..it could be moved I suppose. Shouldn’t be too hard.
<StormcrowMerle> I guess, but I don’t know how to do that.
<Someone> :: lands not as gracefully as normal, arriving in the middle of the previous hall. Limp-runs down the hall, approaching the stairwell. Coughs anew, taking off the modulator attached to his face :: <Blood> :: a bit spatters on the side-wall as he makes his way up the stairs ::
<HansLynx> ::shrugs:: You can always ask him where you’re to be. I think the phone in the lobby is already hooked up like this one here. Least thats how it would be I’d assume.
<HansLynx> <creeplings>:;gaining on him, start flying up the stairs and try to grab him from behind and pull::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Its better to ask than to find out later by getting in trouble or something.
<StormcrowMerle> That would make sense. ::except that nothing in this world makes sense! XD:: I think he’s pretty busy right now, but when I get the chance, I’ll ask him.
<HansLynx> There should be someone out front there, in case someone should happen to come by. Not sure how many actually do around here what with the MBI being so new and all.
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods to that::
<TashaForge> yes but on the off chance someone does we need to be prepared.
<Someone> :: initiates the glovatrix shield, which is large enough to just block off the smallish passage way somewhat. Reaches into sweatshirt, and withdraws an explosive device, and slaps it on the wall as he slowly back up the stairs, shield facing towards the Creeplings ::
<StormcrowMerle> Well, someone actually did come by earlier, which is why I asked.
<HansLynx> Were they in trouble? ::curious::
<HansLynx> <creeplings>::continue going up after Someone:: <one creepy>::notes said device, looks it over and tugs at it to try and get it off the wall::
<Someone> <Explosive> :: Explodes, sending sections of the wall and ceiling caving in :: <Someone> :: takes cover behind the shield, hoping that this temporary barrier will afford him some extra time ::
<StormcrowMerle> Um, yes and no, I’d say. ::tells them about Jenna::
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: Gee..she sounds rude.
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::heard bellowing out orders for his creeplings to quit being so stupid XD and to start getting the rubble moved::
<HansLynx> ::shakes his head:: Why is it kats think they can treat us like dirt because we’re the new kats in the law enforcement department?
<TashaForge> umm…its that Rookie syndrome. You know..the one where they have to initiate you first before letting you in fully. ::grins::
<StormcrowMerle> <Probably the same reason they think they can treat someone like dirt because they’re a kid.> I don’t know.
<Someone> :: almost crawling up the rest of the stairs until he makes it up and exits to the outside world :;
<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: That makes sense.
<HansLynx> Probably. ‘course when I was a rookie with the Enforcers, I didn’t sit back and take it. ::grins::
<HansLynx> <creeplings>::moving the rubble. the someone will have plenty of time to get away::
<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: neither did I.