Things start out both evililly and slow this day. Dark Kat is in his lair repairing the damage Someone has created to his lair. He calls forth Sypher to see what he’s learned from his observations in the real world. Sypher has nothing much to report, so Dark Kat sends him on another mission, to infiltrate the Enforcer’s database to gather information, as well as any other information he might find from other law enforcement agencies. Sypher goes to Enforcer HQ and gathers info, finding that the case involving Someone was transfered to the MBI. He finds the address and goes there to gather information on the case. The computers freeze though as they are the old models that just can’t handle his download speeds.
Things are slow at the MBI as Agent Lynx works a crossword puzzle, Stormcrow stares at the phone, and Agent Joe Forge reads a book. Ryder signs in to work and heads to the locker room to change. As he emerges, Agent Tasha Forge comes from the lockers as well after her morning run. Agent Lynx decides to go see about his schedule and see if he can go out that weekend. They all meet in the hallway and after a few words, they go their seperate ways.
Meanwhile, Captain Korat comes in to work to find an email inbox flooded with messages about the overloaded server in the computer room. He goes to investigate and finds a puzzled Agent Lynx there. Agent Lynx tells him it was like that when he got there. They reboot and to their amazement, they find all sorts of information they can’t explain how got there. Things such as Dr. Vipers address. As they work with it some more, they decide to leave it alone till they can figure out whats going on. During all this, Agent Tasha Forge and Stormcrow join them. Stormcrow asks Jason if she can move her phone to another desk so she may better watch the lobby for visitors. He agrees and then he heads on back to his office for the evening. Stormcrow asks Lynx if he’ll help her move the phone which he agrees, and the three venture back to the desk area to move her phone.
While they work on the phone, it rings and to their surprise its Enforcer dispatch calling about another break in by Someone. Agent Lynx and Agent Forge take action and head out there. They manage to beat the Enforcers there and hurry to find a fleeing Someone. The two pursue him into a dead end, in which he finally stops. Just as Agent Forge goes to cuff him, he pulls out a glovatrix and shoots a buzz saw missle at Agent Lynx, cutting his gun in half. Agent Forge manages to take him into custody and Someone insists she take him to MBI HQ and not let the Enforcers take him. Depsite him needing medical attention, Agent Forge and Agent Lynx load him up and carry him back. There they find an arsenal of weaponry on him, and finally reveal his true face after a nasty scare of his head being missing due to some camoflauging device. He hands Agent Forge a device and instructs her to go to the basement and look for someone, claim “HE” was there. Reluctant, Lynx and Forge venture to the basement where they find no one there, but do find a badge inside. An MBI badge that is dated five years into the future with the name “McGrath” on it. Puzzled, the pair head back upstairs to run the name through the system and see if it turns anything up.
<SypherSK> (( ::snorks, heat pumps:: So, that’s what’s wrong… The neighbors must’ve build a fence in back to keep out roaming heat pumps.))
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
<LadyStormcrow> ((Could be!))
* LadyStormcrow is now known as StormcrowMerle
<TashaForge> ((Most likely XD))
<TashaForge> ::so! next day?::
<SypherSK> ((I knew they were up to something!))
<Dark_Kat> ::next day it is! moved away the fallen debris Someone left at the stairs and all. tightened security. fired those two stupid ninjas. literally fired. with a blaster XD stands at his console, creeplings reinforcing door that went to that room with a lock like that on the main door Someone got in at. different code of course.::
<TashaForge> ((::snorts:: <Girl on TV> Its you! <Old woman> Me? <Girl on TV> Not you wrinkles, HER! ::points to another girl, attacks!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Dark_Kat> ::seems to be waiting for someone to arrive, not THAT Someone but someone else. A Sypher someone if he’s been created which mun assumes he is as he was watching that incident with Dr. V and the SWAT Kats yes/no/maybeso?::
<SypherSK> ((Yes! I mean, no! I mean, maybe yes! Yes? Okay, yes.))
<Dark_Kat> ((::laughs:: goob))
<Someone> :: elsewhere, makes way up to a rooftop, collapsing atop it, lying on his back. Out of breath ::
<SypherSK> ::zaps back in via the nearest power outlet, appearing first in his electric form and then solidifying::
<FletchRyder> ((<Pigeons> ::land on someone, start pecking for his invisible eyes::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<SypherSK> ((<Dark Kat> What do you know about this mysterious Someone? <Sypher> Not a clue since my mun’s been away, but in accordance with my self-preservation programming, I brought *this*! ::produces a taco:: ))
<TashaForge> ::issa in the gym doing her morning jog:: <Joe>::at his desk if needed::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<Dark_Kat> ::of course is waiting for Someone to return as well but… mun is confusing herself. anyway! ahem! back is turned to Sypher:: Sypher. Have you observed anything useful in the time I’ve let you out into the city this time?
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<Dark_Kat> ((::DEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::is once again at her desk by the phone::
<Someone> ((<Dark Kat> :: bytes Sy’s hand clean off, along with the Taco :: <Sy> Of course, I probably should’ve released the taco… ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Dark_Kat> ((LOL! OWCH! -g-))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD:: <Sypher> ::sighs to himself:: First entry in self preservation programming addendum….))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<Someone> ((<Sypher> Yes, I recently observed several movie rentals, a basketball game, and a mime. ))
<SypherSK> I have observed several unusual events, but I am yet to make a logical connection between them.
<Dark_Kat> ((::laughs:: <Sypher> I believe the mime to be a threat. He and all his silent kind. Shall I destroy them sir? <Dark Kat> … why not. Have fun. ::motions for him to go::))
<SypherSK> ((<Dark Kat> WHAT?! I said use-….! <Sypher> And, a taco. It was two blocks from here, still warm as of thirty seconds ago and in the passenger’s seat of a slow moving vehicle. <Dark Kat> You’re forgiven…. this time. ::hurries out::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD mime!::))
<Dark_Kat> ::turns to him now:: Any sign of the kat who infiltrated this lair yet?
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*))
<Dark_Kat> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ::run run run!::
<Someone> ((<Car Driver> :: getting ready to eat taco, then notes Mountain Dew beverage has vibration ripples going through it. Looks in rearview mirror :: <Rearview Mirror> :: shows Dark Kat charging down the street, mouth open. Mirror also states “Objects in mirror are closer than they appear” ::))
<SypherSK> I have not seen him since his infiltration.
<TashaForge> ((::BURYMENOW!::))
<SypherSK> ((::ISSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD Jurassic Park!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*VERYDEAD*))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<Dark_Kat> (((::DIIIES::))
<Someone> <MBI Database> :: along with the Chop Shop files, also had several others as well ::
<Dark_Kat> Then perhaps he’s in the files of the local law enforcement agencies… ::rubs chin in thought:: Sypher. Search the Enforcer database for this intruder and any other local law Enforcement agency’s files as well.
<SypherSK> Yes, Sir. ::zaps out::
<Dark_Kat> ((<Somone>::on top of a nearby Taco Bell roof. notes a large purple dinos- er kat running up through the drive through on foot. hunkers down behind the giant plastic taco, wondering how Dark Kat possibly could’ve found him so quickly until Dark Kat completes his order and runs away again clutching enough tacos for a small army in his arms::))
<SypherSK> ::zaps his way into the Enforcer database first::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
* Dark_Kat is now known as HansLynx
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<Someone> <Enforcer Database> :: easily accessed by the likes of Sypher. ::
<FletchRyder> ::entering the front doors, just now arriving for duty as he signs in and heads for the locker room to change::
<HansLynx> ::at his desk he is, idly filling out a crossword puzzle as he’s nothing else to do::
<HansLynx> ::glances over at Joe::
<TashaForge> ::finishes up run. heads for the lockers to shower and change::
<TashaForge> <Joe>::don’t be lookin at me! XD reading a book. has his glasses on and all::
<StormcrowMerle> ::at her desk too, just kind of sitting there as has nothing to occupy herself::
<Someone> ((<Hans Lynx> Hrm… what’s a one letter word that refers to self and sounds the same as something your see with… :: scratches head :: I don’t know :: skips it ::))
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<SypherSK> ::makes his way in carefully for the moment, has no orders to cause any damage but does have general orders to remain hidden, with no name to use, does some searches based on Someone’s known physical characteristics, such as they are::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ::makes it to the locker room and changes into uniform, then heads out once more::
<HansLynx> ::decides to go and check to see if his report’s been entered into the database yet. did such a bang up job! and wants to see the others’ reports from their points of view. puts crossword puzzle book in his desk and stands. stretches::
<Someone> <Enforcer Database> :: spits out a wanted poster along with few known sightings. Has little information. No name or other kinds of physical identifiers ::
<SypherSK> ((::ten minutes later:: <LS> You ever feel like you’re so bored your brain is just rotting? <Hans> No.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<Someone> ((<Hans> You’re bored? This is so exciting, watch this! :: throws another pencil upwards, getting it stuck in the ceiling :: I’m trying to set a record to see how many- <Ceiling> :: collapses on him ::))
<TashaForge> ::emerges from locker room shortly. In uniform and hair still wet. pulled back into a tight bun for now::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Someone> ((<Tasha> :: anticipating the need to remove hair pin out for a dramatic show of hair falling/fluttering across her shoulders ::))
<HansLynx> ::goes out into the hallway, needs to check his schedule too. makes way to compy lab, sees Tasha or anyone else?::
<HansLynx> ((::busts up::))
<TashaForge> ((::snorts:: <Tasha>::is changing her name to Mary Sue::))
<FletchRyder> ::spots Tasha as he’s exiting?:: Good morning, Forge.
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<SypherSK> ::studies what information is available, methodically checks again to make sure it doesn’t match anyone from any past records… which the Enforcers have likely already done themselves, but doesn’t rely on that and does his own::
<Someone> <Enforcer Database> :: information is redundant ::
<TashaForge> ::wheeee! Tom’s everywhere! Eat your heart out Josie XD smiles;: Morning, Ryder. Morning Hans. ::small wave to them both::
<Someone> <Enforcer Database> :: but does mention a transfer of the case to the MBI ::
<HansLynx> <Josie>::oh HUSH. XD::
<SypherSK> ::catches the mention, quickly looks up the MBI’s location and heads that way::
<FletchRyder> ::turns head to look at Lynx, offering a small nod in greeting to him::
<HansLynx> ::nods and smiles at them both:: Morning to you both, though it’s getting closer to afternoon.
<TashaForge> true. Where you two heading to?
<FletchRyder> I just clocked in, so the desk area I imagine.
<HansLynx> ((<Dark Kat>::waits for Sypher. wishes he would’ve place a food order for when the cyberdemon returned. sitting here being all evil makes one hungry.::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<SypherSK> ::enters the MBI computer cautiously, has no data on its security::
<Someone> <MBI Database Door> :: may as well have been hanging on its hinges XD ::
<HansLynx> Just off to the computer lab to check my schedule and see if my report was put into the database yet. Basically, I’m bored with nothing to do.
<SypherSK> ((<MBI Computer> ::in keeping with the low budget, has a computer equivalent of a bucket of water perched on the door waiting for unsuspecting victims:: ))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<Someone> ((::snorks::))
<TashaForge> I hear ya. Its been very slow lately.
<SypherSK> ::seeing nothing to stop him, enters the computer and starts looking::
<HansLynx> Oh hey, have you asked Ryder here if he’d like to join us all later provided he’s off then too, Tasha?
* Someone is now known as MBI_Database
<TashaForge> Oh, no I haven’t! ::smiles:: Some of us are going out to a club this weekend if we’re off. You wanna join us, Ryder?
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::is ultimately thwarted by the fact that the MBI computer’s lack of any security also meaning it’s full of spyware and viruses, twitches and scurries away from it as tho’ it’s an open sewar:: ))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<MBI_Database> :: lists out the same information as the Enforcers, but has several more files related to Someone. More documented sightings, along with person(s) who’ve been associated with. Also several large gaps in the system as well, as information has been purged. Purging style matches known Department of Defense Methods (NSA) ::
<FletchRyder> Hmm, this weekend? ::looks down for a moment, then brings head back up:: Yeah, MKU has an off week, so sure.
<SypherSK> ::files all this away, is sure Dark Kat will find the instances of purging interesting as well::
<HansLynx> ::smirks:: Boy you sure are a sports nut, aren’t you?
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::yes indeed!:: ((::will also find the recipe for Taco Bell’s Fire Sauce interesting as well. ;D::))
<TashaForge> ::snickers:: I think he is. I’d give up a night of racing any day for a night out at the club.
<FletchRyder> Nothing nutty about sports. ::smirks::
<MBI_Database> :: has other various information, including the whereabouts of several criminal entities, sans Dark Kat ::
<HansLynx> Only some of the fans, right? ::chuckles, nudges Ryder::
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::is waiting to give him the Fire Sauce recipe on his birthday… Dark Kat seems to enjoy such little “surprises”… nevermind Sypher was programmed to bring him a specific item each birthday for the next twenty years::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ::shakes head:: Toms and their sports..
<SypherSK> ::saves all such information::
<FletchRyder> Yeah, Lynx, like you never went shirtless with body paint to a game when it was 33 degrees outside. ::gives him a play punch to the gut::
<MBI_Database> :: then, freezes, as the insufficient hardware fails to retrieve data at Sypher’s rate of file transfer :: <MBI Server> :: LED lights remain frozen on the outside ::
<SypherSK> ::stops and waits to see if anyone will notice::
<HansLynx> ::laughs at that, backs up a bit:: Can’t say that I have actually. ::turns now to go:: I’m going to check on my schedule, wish me luck, for I’ve already said I’d buy everyone the first round of drinks.
<MBI_Database> ((<Jase> :: sighs :: I’m getting tired of this :: as he goes to computer room :: Wake up Sparky! :: kicks the server :: <Server> :: inside, a hamster wakes up and scurries onto a hamster-wheel and begins running again ::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<SypherSK> <That was careless of me.>
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> See you later, Hans. Good luck. I want my drink! ::grins::
<FletchRyder> ::nods as Hans leaves:: And I’d better get to work as well.
<HansLynx> ((<Jase>::when nothing happens, peers inside. sighs:: Okay, who forgot to feed Sparky? <Hertz> Oh… so that’s what that meant on my schedule “check on power supply”. Oops))
<SypherSK> ((::DEADDEAD!:: <Server> ::stops just a few seconds later:: <Jase> ::sighs, pours out his mug of coffee into a funnel on top of the server:: <Funnel> ::runs into an IV drip going into the hamster:: <Jase> That should get him moving.))
<MBI_Database> ((::dies::))
* JasonKorat has joined #mbi_sk
<StormcrowMerle> ((Lo!))
<HansLynx> ((::dead!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<HansLynx> ((Hey Sagey!))
<TashaForge> ((heys Sagey!))
* StormcrowMerle sets mode: +o JasonKorat
<FletchRyder> ((LOLboth!))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD Hertz::))
<FletchRyder> ((Y’ello, Sage!))
<JasonKorat> ((Wow. I just walk in and everybody croaks. A new record! ::beam::))
<SypherSK> ((Hey, Sage!))
<JasonKorat> ((heys all!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<MBI_Database> <Jase’s Inbox> :: is now flooded with error messages from the MBI Server :: “PROCESS LOCKED…………………..”
<HansLynx> ::heads on into the computer room. plops self down at a terminal:: … boy the funding is lower than I thought… haven’t seen this in a few years… ::moves the mouse to get rid of the flying windows screen saver::
<JasonKorat> ::barely siddowns as his mun is trying to catch her breath. Checks his email, finds all the error messages:: What th…?
<MBI_Database> ((<Syper> I see, they are quite clever. They use ancient hardware and resources to thward a high tech attack <Jase> …yeah, I meant to do that ))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> ((::dies::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<TashaForge> Work, Ryder? What work? ::Smirks::
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<MBI_Database> <MBI Server> :: this is likely nothing new. Needs a reboot ::
<JasonKorat> ::huffs, rubs at his eyes:: Note to myself – ask Jake to check the server. ::Stands, heads to the computer room::
<SypherSK> ::waits to see what will be done, given that the hardware is rather old, assumes his activities may be passed off as a not too uncommon error::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD::))
<HansLynx> Hmm… ::nothing’s working. gets error messages:: I’m using my ID number… ::pulls out wallet, double checks::
<MBI_Database> ((<Hans> I can’t get to the Internet to play my Flash games! :: shouts, then pauses :: I mean, do critical work-related research! ))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!:))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<SypherSK> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> There’s always some sort of drudgery to waste half a day on, Agent Forge. Maybe you should look a little harder. ::offers half smile, raising an eyebrow before walking away::
<JasonKorat> ::enters computer room, heads to the computer with the server::
<MBI_Database> ((<Jase> :: then hears a toilet flush, and sees the Server walking out of the bathroom :: <Server> … <Jase> … ))
<SypherSK> ((<Jase> ::removes a hammer hanging from the wall on his way::))
<TashaForge> ::blinks. shocked by that. lol! a little offended even. rolls eyes and goes to get coffee::
<HansLynx> ::glances up:: Captain, is there some other password besides an agent’s ID number needed to start this thing? It keeps giving me trouble.
<HansLynx> ((::dies both::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEEEEEEAD:: <Jase> ::turns abruptly and walks away quickly, well… that explains why the last three tech guys ran out screaming::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dying at it all*))
* MBI_Database is now known as Someone
<JasonKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!!::))
<FletchRyder> ::enters deskroom, noting all those already there, and takes a seat, getting right down to the nitty gritty::
<JasonKorat> If it’s not working, it probably needs a restart. ::shuts down and restarts server compy::
<Someone> :: after a lengthy amount of time, slowly gets back up, leaning his back against the inner-edge of the safety wall that surrounds the edge of the rooftop he’s on. Reaches into a pocket and withdraws the voice modulator, wiping it off briefly, and putting it back on. :;
<HansLynx> ((<Fletch>::and by that, he means using his manicure set to pick out the rest of the blue paint from under his claws from the recent game::))
<SypherSK> ((::snorks!::))
<HansLynx> ::nods, leans back a bit then waits:: How are you, by the way sir? ::asks while they wait for things to restart::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!:: <Tasha> getting down to the nitty gritty huh?))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Someone> <MBI Server> :: rebooted. Hard drive makes a brief griding sound, as fans re-buzz, make an oscilating noise that phases in and out, and it beeps consistently for several seconds. Everything normal XD ::
<SypherSK> ::waits for the computer to fully reboot, lurking in the powerlines::
<JasonKorat> Mmmmm… Someone try to check their email.
<HansLynx> ::he’s the only one in thar mun assumes?::
<HansLynx> ::tries to check his email::
<FletchRyder> ((And, sorry to cut out so early, but I should probably get some sleep so’s I don’t pass out in the pews tomorrow.))
<TashaForge> ::is in the breakroom so yep! sippin coffee))
<HansLynx> ((lol maw night Kutlass!))
<TashaForge> ((mawww nights Kutlass!))
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::blinks at all that, pokes it carefully with one finger:: <Server Computer> ::can’t take this abuse anymore! the poking, the prodding! power supply blows:: <Sypher> ::cartoony blackened look, blinkblinks:: ))
<JasonKorat> ((Kies! Night, Kutlers!))
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight, everyone!))
<SypherSK> ((Night, Kutlass!))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD SY!::))
* FletchRyder has quit IRC (Quit: )
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((Dang, missed her!))
<Someone> :: brings glovatrix hand up to the damaged part of his jumpsuit that Dark Kat shot, and uses several g-trix deployed SK tools to make repairs ::
<HansLynx> ((::dies Sy!::))
<JasonKorat> ::watches, tail twitching::
<HansLynx> ::does his email work or is the system still down?::
<StormcrowMerle> ::being so alooooone, glances at the phone once more. Remembers what she wanted to ask a superior about yesterday, so goes to look for said superior::
<Someone> <System> :: restarts with no apparent problems ::
<TashaForge> ::decides to go see if Hans is off. takes coffee and heads down hallway to compy room. goes in:: Whats going on in here I seem to be missing? ::grins::
<JasonKorat> ::is the only superior there. Mun is awake enough for one chara XD::
<HansLynx> Ah things are working. ::grins at Tasha:: Seems the MBI server had a bit of a problem. Working now. ::goes to access the MBI database now to check his schedule and all::
<Someone> :: after several minutes, his torso and any exposed part of his body disapear. De-activates the glovatrix, and pulls the hooded sweatshirt back on ::
<StormcrowMerle> ::well, since he set up the phone and gave her the job, is the one she wants to talk to anyway. First checks his office, and finds nothing, and nothing in the other office either.:: <Okay, now where to look?> ::begins heading back down the hall::
<JasonKorat> ::nods:: Alright. ::is still rather puzzled, but shrugs to himself::
<StormcrowMerle> ::hears voices as she passes the computer room::
<StormcrowMerle> ::looks inside:: Hello.
<HansLynx> ((<Someone>::then accidentally rolls off the roof onto the ground below as there was a part of the security railing gone he wasn’t aware of behind him::
<HansLynx> ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> Uh oh. ::watches Hans a moment. perks ears at the door:: Hey, Miss Merle.
<TashaForge> ((:DIIES!::))
<Someone> <MBI Database> :: shows the work order by displaying more of the mystery information relating to know felons and their whereabouts ::
<JasonKorat> Hey, Merle.
<Someone> ((known^))
<HansLynx> ::blinks:: Hmm… this doesn’t appear to be the schedule…
<Someone> <MBI Database> :: displaying the last thing(s) Sypher was accessing ::
<JasonKorat> What? ::to Hans::
<JasonKorat> ::goes look:
<SypherSK> ::continues to stay back, waiting::
<StormcrowMerle> What’s going on? ::noticing the gathering around computers and general puzzled air:: Is it more of what happened yesterday?
<HansLynx> ::reads aloud:: Dr. Viper, aka Elrod Purvis, last known address 444 Pawington way, last known place of operations Megakat Swamp…
<TashaForge> ::watching, pulls up a chair and turns it around backwards to sit and watch:: I dunno. I just got here.
<HansLynx> I didn’t pull this up, I’m trying to check the work schedule…
<JasonKorat> ::frowns::
<JasonKorat> What th…?
<Someone> :: with that done, begins making way across rooftops, seemingly heading for a destination ::
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::hmm… time to go low tech, solidifies in the ventilation shaft over the computer room and scribbles down the stuff Hans is reading off::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<JasonKorat> ((:DEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::goes over to look as well::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JasonKorat> ((<Sy> ::even does shorthand!:: Vipr n swmps – snk lsp lts. <Dark Kat> …..))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!))
<HansLynx> Wow, this is some pretty detailed stuff, sir. ::scrolling down:: Some of these I know for sure were mysteries at Enforcer HQ.
<JasonKorat> ((BRB. Need to change out of clothes that smell like popcorn and chocolate… ::beat, looking at hungry faces:: Don’t eat me! ::runaway!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!:: okay!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((::starts to chase, skids to a stop comically:: Dang, she got away!))
<SypherSK> ((::DIES::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!:))
<TashaForge> How did we get a hold of this information then? ::looking on curiously::
<HansLynx> ((brb, time once again for cold meds ::leetle past due by 18 mins lol::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::hears Hans’s comment, chokes:: This is getting scary.
<StormcrowMerle> ((Okay.))
<JasonKorat> ::eyes narrow:: none of this is supposed to even be here.
<TashaForge> ((WB! and okay to Annu! lol!)
<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))
<TashaForge> But it is…so um….how’d it get here?
<StormcrowMerle> Correction: this *is* scary.
<Someone> :: after the appropriate amount of travel time, arives at the perimeter of MASA space center ::
<SypherSK> ((Okay, Sypher didn’t leave that information there, right? ::didn’t think he did::))
<Someone> <MBI System> :: froze and activated at point of last access ::
<JasonKorat> ((Thankies!))
<JasonKorat> Oh, for the love of… ::goes to restart the server::
<Someone> <MBI System> :: no apparent indication of intrusion though ::
<Someone> <MBI System> :: er, that’s to say that it did. Is working fine now XD ::
<SypherSK> ::listens to the kats talking, puzzled, had only been reading what information they had… why are they unaware of what was on their own system?::
<JasonKorat> ::ah! Der. Doesn’t do that, then. XD::
<Someone> ((<Sypher> :: reporting this to Dark Kat :: <Dark Kat> :: laughs :: <Jase> :: somehow senses that somewhere, somehow, someone is laughing at his bureau…again ::))
<JasonKorat> ::rubs at his eyes:: This isn’t… right.
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::hugs her arms a bit with unease::
<TashaForge> With all due respect sir, there have been a lot of things not right since we started here.
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD:: ))
<JasonKorat> ((::dead!::))
<Someone> :: uses G-trix buzz-saw to cut through the fence, and makes way forward, staying in the available shadows ::
<JasonKorat> Don’t remind me. ::huffs, rubs at his face, wondering what in the world is going on::
<HansLynx> It isn’t? This looks great to me. I didn’t think the MBI was this knowledgeble to the criminal underground.
<HansLynx> ((::backerz hooha::))
<TashaForge> We aren’t…this is just..here apparently.
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<SypherSK> ((<Jason> We’re not> <Hans> But, you are! <Jason> And, that’s the problem! <Hans> I’m… not following you.))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> We are and we aren’t. None of this stuff isn’t supposed to be in here. Not yet anyway.
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> Agent Lynx, none of the agents actually entered this information.
<Someone> ((<Hans> Don’t you get it? This is my guranteed fun for like…. :: looks at the list :: At least one day! <Everyone> :: blink ::))
<HansLynx> Well SOMEONE had to enter it, how else did it get here?
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<HansLynx> ((::laughs!::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<StormcrowMerle> I think that’s what we’re trying to figure out.
<TashaForge> ::shakes head:: I know I sure didn’t.
<Someone> :: moving quickly, reaches the nearest ventilation shaft, using the G-trix power-screwdriver to open up the grate swiftly ::
<JasonKorat> I don’t know. Nobody did. Director Sulfur didn’t.
<SypherSK> ((<Jason> Gremlins. <Tasha> Gremlins, sir? <Jason> Yes. They’ve haunted me my entire life. They tie my shoelaces together, they trip me with their own hands, they toy with my car, my computer and my toaster. It’s gremlins, I tell you! I’m not *that* clumsy! It’s the gremlins! The GREMLINS! <Tasha> ::edges away::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIIIIIIIES*))
<HansLynx> Well, you know what they say, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Be glad it’s here so we can use it to our advantage. Provided it’s all correct.
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<Someone> ((<Jase’s Gremlins> :: are meanwhile chuckling behind everyone :: <Jase> Look! There they are! <Gremlins> :: disapear when everyone turns to look ::))
<JasonKorat> ))”"DEAD!!!!!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> Yes well..the scary thing is that someone outside this organization can get into our computers.
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> :flicks his tail, wondering;:
<HansLynx> Someone who was nice enough to help out. ::smirks::
<TashaForge> True..but still..
<SypherSK> ::filing all this away, is sure he’s going to have a much more satisfactory report this time around;:
<Someone> ((<Everyone> :: then looks to Hans :: A gift horse…? <Hans> I take it you’re not familiar with that analogy. How about a badger-taker? Giraffe swindler? Bull-<Jase> :: interupts :: I think we’re probably familiar with that one ))
<StormcrowMerle> Even if they did help, it might be nice to still know who they were.
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JasonKorat> ((::DIES!::))
<Someone> :: crawls through the vents hastily, reaching one in particular. Kicks it open, and drops down into a hallway deep within the complex ::
<JasonKorat> ::grumbles, wishes he knew more, huffs, heads back to his office to think this over before he gets a headache::
<TashaForge> ::watches him go:: I don’t think he’s happy.
<StormcrowMerle> ::notes him leaving, remembers what she wanted to ask. Follows:: Uh, Captain Korat, could I ask you something?
<HansLynx> ((<Someone> Ah, there they are. ::says speaking through the voice changer all monotone. stands in front of storage facility at Toys R Us, in front of the Star Wars section. picks up a Vader voice helmet and puts it on:: Now ::sounding like vader:: this will make me sound more threatening… bsshhhfffwuh, bsshhhfffwuh ::vader breathing::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!”"))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
<JasonKorat> ::keeps his cool, asks gently:: What is it?
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))
<HansLynx> Apparently not. ::leans back:: Guess I’ll have to wait until the schedule is posted again later. Not sure if I’m to turn this off or not.
<JasonKorat> (<Dark Kat> I have finally captured you. Arise, Lord Vulgar. <Someone, now known as Lord Vulgar> NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> Well, I’m doing fine with manning the phone, but I was wondering if it would be all right to move the line out to the front desk, so someone ::meaning herself:: could watch both at the same time.
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOVERYDEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*!))
<TashaForge> I’d leave it alone. At least till he says its okay. I sure wouldn’t go ask him right now.
<JasonKorat> If that’s how feel more comfortable, by all means.
<SypherSK> ((::is now so warped, thought Stormcrow said she was maiming the phone:: ))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!:: <Merle> BAD PHONE! I SAID NO TELEMARKETERS! ::BEAT::))
<TashaForge> ((::Diies!:: <Stormcrow> That comes much later))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD* <Stormcrow> ::has stared at the phone so long that she’s snapped and believes it’s out to get her::))
<Someone> :: makes way down the hallway, raising glovatrix to fire turboblades at various cameras from a distance :: <Turboblades> :: once they take out a camera, glow brightly and then disintegrate into ash ::
<SypherSK> ((::ISDEAD!:: <Jase> ::hearing pounding sounds, comes into the lobby to find Stormcrow pounding the receiver against her desk, immediately turns and goes back to his office… needs an aspirin::))
<HansLynx> ::grins at her:: Don’t tell me you’re scared of the Captain?
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::snorts:: Nope..I can take him. ::grins::
<SypherSK> ((::the snorts!, is now imagining Jase in that FMA icon – “Send help… *scratch out*… Send scotch… *scratch out* Send AMMO.”:: ))
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::feels better:: Okay then, I just wanted to be sure. ::goes to find someone who knows about phones, as does not want to bother Jase anymore::
<JasonKorat> )):DEAD!!::))
<Someone> :: is doing things a bit more quickly than normal. Disregards the laser-detection grid, vying to run right through it as he reaches his destination ::
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<JasonKorat> ::smiles at her, nods, continues back to his office, sits at his desk, then starts to beat his head against the table in minor frustration::
<StormcrowMerle> ::returns to the computer room, looks in:: Hello again.
<HansLynx> ::scoots back from the computer, letting it be for now. stands and smiles:: Uh huh. ::heads out into the hall::
<TashaForge> I can! I already have once. ::grins proudly then notes LS again:: Hi again.
<HansLynx> ::oof! almost ran over poor LS XD:: Oh, hello again to you too, Miss Merle. ::smiles::
<StormcrowMerle> Um, if you aren’t too busy at the moment, do either of you know how to reroute a phone line? I got permission from Captain Korat to move the phone out to the front desk.
<HansLynx> ((<Jase> I think I found a cool sound for our band… ::bonks head on various places on his desk::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ::gets up to go as well:: I have no clue.
<JasonKorat> ((::DIES!::))
<Someone> :: reaches a vault, and proceeds to fire several turboblades at various indestinct points in the walls, ceiling and floor :: <Vault Door> :: abruptly loses power ::
<SypherSK> ((<Tasha> Sure! Here, we’ll need a chainsaw to cut some holes in the walls. ::soon, a merry rhythm is going between the chainsaw and Jason’s head bonking::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((<Someone>::is Bob Vila of the futcha!::))
<HansLynx> ((<Someone>::has a show called “This Old Lair” showing how to repair and destroy various kinds of lairs::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<JasonKorat> ((:SOOOOOODEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((:DIIIIIIES:: <Dark Kat> ::avidly watches “This Old Lair”::))
<HansLynx> I’m not for sure myself… but I can give it a try.
<JasonKorat> ::head buried into his arms:: <Note to brain – that WAS just toast for breakfast, right…?>
<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles:: Thanks! When can you try it?
<Someone> :: fires a glovatrix grapling line at the door, and then darts down the hall, wrapping the de-cel line around a support beam, creating a makeshift wench. Applies g-trix retracting servos, and braces ::
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> Sir, the Enforcers and the plutonium shipment are in place for your master plan to begin. <Dark Kat> Not now! “This Old Lair” is on! This week they’re discussing how to renovate old school spikes in the floor for even deadlier results.))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<Someone> ((::DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ::shrugs:: Might as well go now. I’m not out for patrol for awhile yet. You want to come watch me mess up the MBI phone lines, Tasha? You can defend me from the Captain. ::snickers::
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<TashaForge> ::laughs:: sure. I can provide comic relief and if needed a camera if anyone gets hurt.
<StormcrowMerle> ::covers her mouth with one hand to keep from snickering::
<Someone> ((<Evil Bob Vila> :: wears a sith robe, talks to the camera as they aproach an evil looking wood-shed :: And here we have my apprentice, Darth Norm, who’s going to be demonstrating who to get your spikes just sharp enough <Darth Norm> :: wearing a flannel robe :: To get the perfect sharpness I recomend using a sith lightsaber :: produces one, igniting the dual bladed weapon. Does several high-speed attacks on a 2 by 4 :: <Bob Villa> Goooood! g
<SypherSK> ((::ISJUSTDEAD!!!!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD*))
<TashaForge> (( <Bob Villa> Goooood! g-?))
<TashaForge> ((::dying already though::))
<Someone> <Bob Villa> Goooood! gooooood! ))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Someone> <Vault Door> :: slides open ::
<HansLynx> ((::cackling so hard! XDDD::))
<Someone> <MASA Securitay System> :: has Klaxons blaring by now no doubt ::
<HansLynx> ::goes out to the lobby with the wimminz! sits down and examines the phone and all on the desk thar::
<SypherSK> ::with the agents gone and presumably occupied with the phonelines, tentatively slips back into the computer::
<TashaForge> ::follows him! leans on the edge of the desk to watch::
<StormcrowMerle> ::watches too, seeing where she shall sit and have easy reach::
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::awaiting him still he is::
<HansLynx> ::takes up phone to check dialtone. then fiddles with the buttons and such on the office type receptionist like phone, glancing at numbers from a helpful list provided in the drawer there::
<Someone> :: enters the vault, and heads right to a specifc corner, grabbing a long cylindrical device with various portru. Produces a duffel bag, and puts the device in, then slings th duffel over his shoulder, preparing to make an exit ::
<Someone> ((portrusions^))
<TashaForge> ::leans over close to Lynx’s ear and whispers:: Psssst! Hey..its a phone. you call people on it. ::grins and backs away quickly XD::
<HansLynx> ((<T-Bone> C’mon bud, there’s somethin’ going down at MASA! <Jake> Shhh! This Old Lair is on! <T-Bone> Since when do you watch that? <Jake> Since last time I saw something in Dark Kat’s lair that was on this show.))
<JasonKorat> ((:DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*!))
<Someone> <MBI Phone> :: abruptly rings next to Lynx and Tasha ::
<HansLynx> ::erk. smirks:: You answer it, Merle.
<HansLynx> ::gets out of her seat::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!:: <Jake> Besides, the hangar is sort of like a lair. <T-Bone> We don’t need spikes in the floor. <Jake> It’s called knowing your enemy!))
<StormcrowMerle> ::surprised, picks up the phone:: Megakat Bureau of Investigation.
<TashaForge> ::blinks. steps back to let Stormcrow answer it::
<JasonKorat> ((:dies!::))
<Someone> <Enforcer Dispatch> :: automated message that tells of a break in at MASA, along with a description that matches the Someone. Is no doubt heard by all law enforcement and vigilantes who’d be paying attentio to such broadcasts ::
<HansLynx> ((::laughs!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ::eyes widen, loud gasp at the description:: Not again!
<Someone> ((<Jake> No, but the mood lighting would be cool, and we already got the spider-webs… <Chance>… did you say spiders? ))
<HansLynx> Alright. Think we should move on this?
<TashaForge> I would think so. ::smirks;: Can I drive?
<HansLynx> ((LOL!! <Jake> Yes. SPIDERS. which I have trained to bite you if you don’t let me watch TV))
<StormcrowMerle> ::wait, where is the message playing?::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))
<HansLynx> ((oh yeah that was onna phone, not speaker XD gah nix my line))
<TashaForge> ((lol! yeah mine too))
<HansLynx> ::looks at LS:: What is it?
<JasonKorat> ((Guh. Guys, I’m gonna bow out for the night. I know I’ll screw up if I try anything else. Night all! ::hugs:))
<StormcrowMerle> ::to Hans and Tasha, while listening for any more details:: There’s been a break-in at MASA by the hooded guy!
<StormcrowMerle> ((Goodnight, Sage!))
<TashaForge> ((nights! ::Huggles::))
<Someone> ((<Chance> Yeah right…. how’d you go about doing that anyway? <Jake> :: produces an inflatable Chance attached to a rope on a stick, holds it out over his shoulder :: <Spiders> :: swarm out of nowhere and decapitate the inflatable Chance :: <Chance> O_O ))
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: Oh dear…
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((Night Sage!))
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIES at Chance and the spiders!::))
<SypherSK> ((Night, Sagers!))
* JasonKorat has quit IRC (Quit: )
<HansLynx> Alright. Think we should move on this?
<TashaForge> I think so. ::grins:: can I drive?
<HansLynx> ((::dead::))
<HansLynx> Sure. ::hurries down the hall:: Catch you later, Merle! ::would ask her to come but she’s a civvie!::
<Someone> :: lugs the duffel bag along, reaching point of entry inside, climbing up to the vent in the ceiling ::
<StormcrowMerle> Good luck! And thanks for setting up the phone. ::takes a seat at her new desk::
<TashaForge> ::hurries with! digs out keys from her pocket and unlocks the car as she exits the building. jumps in and buckles up!::
<SypherSK> ::moving more slowly, has managed to collect the remainder of the data from the database, picks up news of the MASA break-in via a link he left himself to the Enforcer mainframe::
<HansLynx> ::gets in Tasha’s car on passenger’s side. buckles up::
<TashaForge> ::squeels tires as they peel outta there! does her usual thang of weaving in and out of traffic at high velocity XD::
<HansLynx> ::flattened against seat at various times XD but can handle it -g-::
<HansLynx> You got a radio to pick up on the frequency this may be on? ::meaning Enforcer band ‘n all::
<TashaForge> ::nods:: Yeah. ::points to it:: Right there. fire it up and it should still be on the Enforcer band.
<Someone> <Enforcer Band> :: is filled with various commotion :: <Enforcer Choppers> :: above are flying ahead ::
<HansLynx> ::flicks it on::
<Someone> <Commander Feral> :: can be heard above the various voices :: “…All units, converge on MASA space center. This ends today!”
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat>::hears wind of this via his scanner. contacts Sypher through a comm link:: Sypher! :;says into it:: I want you put your data gathering on hold and go to MASA immediately. There has been a sighting of the kat we’re looking for.
<Someone> :: crawling through the ventilation shaft, slowed a bit by the package he’s now carrying. Not exiting as fast as he entered ::
<TashaForge> ::frowns:: Thats a nice thought, Commander. Thank you. ::picks up the pace. trying to outrun any Enforcer cruisers heading that way and get there first::
<SypherSK> <Yes, Sir.> ::goes::
<Someone> <Enforcer Cruises> :: can be heard in the distance ::
<TashaForge> ((<Enforcer cruises> ::Boast wonderful desitinations of Megakat Jail, Sing Sing Prison, and Alkatraz::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))
<Someone> ((<Enforcer Cruise> :: is highly overated. The boat is actually a decomitioned tug-boat, smelling of seaweed and segul refuse :: <Varous Commandos> This isn’t very fun <Feral> I order you to have fun! ))
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIES::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dead again*))
<HansLynx> ((::dies both!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Someone> :: arrives outside, landing in a crouch, the duffel in hand. Hears several sirens in the distance ::
<SypherSK> ((::ISSOOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
<HansLynx> ::do we get their via time warp Tasha’s blinding speed is causing? XD::
<HansLynx> ((there^))
<TashaForge> ::in appropriate amount of time arrives! screeches to a halt outside! bails out quickly and heads for the building::
<HansLynx> <Dark Kat> Keep an eye on the situation for now. Should the law fail to take him in, follow him.
<HansLynx> ::hurries after Tasha!::
<SypherSK> ::zaps straight to MASA and searches for a good vantage point to watch things unfold::
<Someone> :: rounds a corner outside the MASA complex and pauses as he finds several MBI agents already rushing in his direction ::
<TashaForge> There he is! Freeze! ::running for him! We gonna get you! XD::
<HansLynx> ::yeah, sukka! we gonna git ‘er dun!::
<HansLynx> ::pulls out his weapon, aiming it as he runs towards the Someone::
<Someone> :: seems to be considering options for a moment, then darts off in the opposite direction ::
<TashaForge> ::mrrs:: I already had my morning run. Looks like I get an afternoon one as well. ::takes off faster after him!::
<Someone> <Enforcer Choppers> :: begin to fill the air-space overhead :
<HansLynx> ::smirks a bit at that, running alongside Tasha as they pursue this someone:: Halt! This is the MBI!
<SypherSK> ::picking up various transmissions, finds an inconspicuous spot on the roof to situate himself where he can watch the chase::
<Someone> :: reaches a dead end that’s situated between two large multi-story buildings. Comes to a stop ::
<TashaForge> ::skids to a stop and pulls gun now. aims at Someone:: hold it right there!
<HansLynx> ::reaches there as well, aiming:: You’re completely surrounded by law enforcment. Time to give this game of yours up.
<Someone> :: slowly turns around, the darkened area of a face concealed by the shadow of the hood of the sweatshirt. ::
<TashaForge> Hands in the air where we can see them. ::eases towards him carefully.::
<Someone> :: raises black gloved hands into the air, dropping the duffel bag on the ground ::
<HansLynx> ::keeps his gun aimed, giving Tasha back up he is as he slowly moves in as well off to her side some:: Good. Keep them there. Whoever you are, you’re under arrest. Step away from the duffel bag.
<TashaForge> ::moves in moreso. keeps gun aimed with one hand as grabs for handcuffs with the other. moves in to make the arrest:: Just take it easy.
<Someone> :: steps away from the duffel bag, not making any movements as Tasha moves in with the handcuffs ::
<HansLynx> ::alert, just waiting for this guy to make a move. can’t be THAT easy can it? XD::
<TashaForge> ::holsters her gun quickly and moves to get his hands behind his back and cuff him. tense and ready for him to try something too::
<Someone> :: hears Tasha’s gun being holstered, and as one of left arm is brought behind his back, quickly lowers the right to reveal a glovatrix. Fires a turboblade that starts to head through the barrel of Hans’ gun ::
<Someone> (( and as left arm is^))
<HansLynx> ::yelps! as he was eying Someone intently sees this in time to move to the side:: Forge look out!
<TashaForge> ::eyes widen:: Hans! Look out! ::tries to give that arm a good whack and attempt to knock it out of commision or break it if needed XD::
<Someone> <Han’s Gun> :: Top of barrel has been cleaved off, even revealing the bullet cut in half still partially in the chamber, the powder seeping out XD ::
<HansLynx> ::drops his gun and moves in towards Someone as Tasha’s attempting to whack his arm::
<Someone> :: has arm get hit, and audibly groans. Staggers to the side for a moment ::
<TashaForge> ::mrrs. Tries to kick his feet out from under him and pin him to the ground::
<HansLynx> ::reaches them he does, ready to strike should he need to as well::
<Someone> :: has feet kicked out from under him and falls to the ground, coughing with a vague liquidy sound ::
<TashaForge> ::tries to cuff him again. lol! ain’t worried about his health till her own is insured XD::
<Someone> :: is cuffed this time ::
<HansLynx> You alright, Forge?
<TashaForge> I’m fine. ::tries to help Someone up now:: You’re under arrest. Are you in need of medical assistance?
<Someone> :: coughs anew, but doesn’t reply :: <Blood> :: can be seen seeping through sweatshirt ::
<TashaForge> ::Frowns:: We need to get him an ambulance. ::Says that to Hans. then to Someone:: Here, sit down slowly.
<HansLynx> ::helps her help Someone up. narrows eyes at that:: We need to get this off him. ::meaning his hood. with one hand holding up Someone, takes other and radios for a medic for this perp::
<HansLynx> ::or helps her help Someone sit down that is lol::
<Someone> :: is sat down, then helped up, then sat down again XD ::
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<HansLynx> ((Do the hokey pokey! <Somone> … ))
<TashaForge> ::sit boy sit! good boy! XD starts trying to pull off any unnecessary items from him, such as weapons and the like::
<Someone> :: pauses momentarily with the coughing, looking up, and then around, his gaze settling in the direction where Sypher be at. Abruptly ceases looking that way, as if by mistake, and resumes coughing ::
<SypherSK> ::stiffens at that, does the strange kat have some way of detecting his presence?::
<Someone> :: has several items pulled off him, finally begins to speak :: You need to take me into custody at the MBI. The Enforcers can’t get any further invovled.
<HansLynx> Well they’re swarming the place whoever you are. ::tries to pull his hood down:: So most likely, they’ll be keeping you in custody.
<TashaForge> ::blinks. looks at him:: You need medical help first. You’re hurt.
<Someone> <Sirens> :: oh yeah, finally start to get closer ::
<Someone> It’s of great importance, Agent Forge.
<HansLynx> ::glares at him:: It’s of great importance to put you away.
<TashaForge> ::narrows eyes:: Why is that?
<HansLynx> No matter where it is.
<Someone> Because those pies that you enjoy so much won’t be able to be made anymore if you don’t.
<SypherSK> ((<Tasha> You really need medical attention.))
<HansLynx> ((::laughs!:: <Tasha> YOu threatenin’ mah granny?!?! ))
<TashaForge> ::blinks. frowns:: You swear you’re gonna stay put and not try to escape?
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<Someone> I currently lack the capacity.
<HansLynx> ::looks at Forge a moment then this Someone::
<Someone> <Sirens> :: getting closer ::
<TashaForge> ::looks to Hans:: lets roll with him before they get there. This is the closest we are gonna get an explanation. If we don’t take it now we won’t get the chance. ::helps Someone up again XD::
<Someone> :: is helped up :: Take the duffel bag
<HansLynx> Fine. But I”M taking hold of him. You get the duffel.
<HansLynx> ::grabs hold of Someone’s arm::
<TashaForge> ::blinks. mrrs: I can handle him. You grab the duffel. ::heads to the car with him! lol!::
<Someone> :: is led by Hans ::
<Someone> :: is led by Tasha ::
<SypherSK> ((<Someone> ::is tugged roughly back and forth between Hans and Tasha:: ))
<TashaForge> ((<Someone> would someone just strap a leash on me and call me fido already!))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<Someone> :: escorted to the MBI car ::
<HansLynx> ::grabs up the duffel, keeping a grip on this Someone. doesn’t trust him!:: And I can help you handle him.
<HansLynx> ::escorts him to the car. opens back door for him::
<TashaForge> ::rolls eyes:: I think I’m handling him. ::helps him into back seat of car when its opened up::
<Someone> :: is put inside, head leans back, staring out the window in a particular direction… ::
<HansLynx> :: once he’s in, gets in the passenger’s seat and sets Duffel on his lap. notes the guy staring out the window at something. follows his gaze::
<TashaForge> ::climbs in the car and starts it up. pulls out of there and gets on the radio:: All units be advised, this is Agent Forge of the MBI. We have the suspect in custody and taking him in.
<Someone> :: notes Hans looking that way too, changes gase to facing foward blankly ::
<SypherSK> ::goes acoherent to follow them back to the MBI… if they’re staring at him, probably can’t tell with them in the car::
<HansLynx> ::didn’t see anything, glances back at the guy again then shakes his head. looks at duffel curiously::
<StormcrowMerle> ::still at her desk::
<Someone> :: remains silent during the car ride ::
<TashaForge> ::heading back to HQ! once there gets out and opens up back door to escort him inside:: Lets go.
<Someone> :: is escorted, seemingly knowing where to go ::
<HansLynx> ::slings duffel over his shoulder and goes with them inside, on guard for this Someone::
<StormcrowMerle> ::maw, doesn’t get to greet him.::
<TashaForge> ::opens door and walks with him inside. Takes him to wherever to book him::
<SypherSK> ::zaps back into the MBI powerlines and continues to tag along::
<HansLynx> ::back inna holding cells they go!:: <Lamb> ::blinks looks up seeing them enter:: Wow! Our first prisoner! ::bleats happily XD::
<Someone> :: is brought forward, as whatever information is taken down about him. Still in cuffs. Remains passive ::
<TashaForge> ::takes him on to the holding cells. opens door for him and walks him inside::
<Someone> :: don’t know if they attempt to take any fingerprints or photos yet as he’s still mostly equiped ::
<TashaForge> ::we can do that later once we figure all the rest out XD::
<Someone> :: is walked inside ::
<HansLynx> ::sets duffel bag down on a chair nearby. unzips it to see what is inside::
<TashaForge> ::Uncuffs him carefully and steps back out quickly to lock that cell door!::
<HansLynx> Is he disarmed completely?
<Someone> <Duffel Bag> :: contains a decent sized cylindrical device, with all kinds of portrusions and various connectors, buttons, etc. on it. Has the MASA logo etched on it ::
<Someone> No.
<HansLynx> ::looks at it curiously. is it a plane part or something?::
<Someone> <Part> :: looks like it could be… anything, actually, as it doesn’t really look like any particular piece of equipment you’d find normally XD ::
<TashaForge> ::blinks at Someone:: guess that answers your question. ::unlocks the door again and shuts it behind her. would rather have her tail kicked in the cell than let him loose again. XD goes over to disarm and start pulling all that equipment off him::
<HansLynx> ::so long as it’s not a bomb XD::
<Someone> :: extends arms at either side as she pats him down :: <Weapons> :: various contemporary guns, explosives, detonators, lockpicking equipment, a night-stick, and also several other unidentifiable items that are chrome-silver, ranging from “bottle-caps” to small dart sized cylinders to other unidetifiable objects. On one forearm is an SK glovatrix, and on the other is some strange looking piece of technology, almost seemingly alien in apperance
<HansLynx> ((alien in apperance – ? there more?))
<Someone> ::
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<Someone> :: face is still hidden underneath the hood it seems ::
<HansLynx> ::reaches out to take everything Tasha gets off this guy to add it to evidence for Lamb to take::
<TashaForge> ::shaking head:: You are just a walking arsenal, aren’t you? ::reaches up to take that hood off::
<Someone> :: as hood is pulled back, face and head are seemingly not there ::
<TashaForge> ::Startled. jumps back:: Holy kats!
<HansLynx> <Lamb> EEEK! ::points, faints::
<HansLynx> Whoah! How hard did you pull that hood down, Tasha? ::steps back a bit::
<SypherSK> ((<Someone> And, you should see what happens when people *can* see my face.))
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((lol))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Someone> :: brings hand up to touch at something near his neck, and abruptly the camoflague dissipates, revealing a face covered with a rebreather/voice modulator, and a thick pair of futuristic looking goggles that still hide his appearances ::
<TashaForge> I..I…didin’t pull THAT hard. ::blinks at that:: Whoa…I’ve been watching too many sci-fi movies.
<HansLynx> That’s some nice cammo. ::steps up to the cell again, waiting for Tasha to finish removin’ alla that stuff::
<TashaForge> ::starts removing that stuff as well. carefully. don’t wanna jerk any faces off or anything::
<Someone> :: once the mouth-piece is removed, spatters of blood can be seen on it, and once the eye-piece(s) are removed, reveals a kat who appears to be in his early 30’s or late 20’s, black hair is long seemingly more from lack of time than choice. Is severely bruised and has a black eye ::
<HansLynx> ((<Tasha> And boy is your breath bad! <Someone> They don’t have minty fresh toothpaste in the future. ))
<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::hands the stuff over to Hans. looks back to Someone:: Now, care to give us a name to go with a face?
<HansLynx> ::looks at him a moment as he takes those things from her. adds them to the other stuff::
<SypherSK> ((<Someone> Who says this is my real face? <Tasha> ::tentatively reaches for him, then stops:: This face works. ::ain’t revealing anymore headless people; one’s enough for the day::))
<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))
<TashaForge> ((::DIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))
<Someone> He’s here :: says almost raspily, with a bit of a liquidy voice due to injury. Reaches into sweatshirt to withdraw at item hidden from view, and hands it to Tasha :: Look at this in the basement, near the generator by the emergency dynamo. Don’t look at it anywhere else, or they’ll see. That’s all the answer you need for the moment.
<TashaForge> ::blinks. takes the device. looks it over carefully then back at him:: why should we trust you? You’ve done nothing but create more and more problems for us and give us one chase after another.
<Someone> :: remains quiet ::
<HansLynx> ::goes and gets the guy some water. wakes Lamb up who gets to bagging and catologing these things for evidence:: WHO is here?
<HansLynx> ::hands Someone the cup of water::
<Someone> :: remains quiet ::
<TashaForge> ::growls some:: We need more answers. you are being very vauge. ((SP?))
<Someone> :: does take the cup of water though ::
<Someone> :: sits down on the bed, and then collapses as if he hasn’t slept for days ::
<HansLynx> And nutty. ::hrmphs:: <Lamb>::takes everything back to evidence to secure it::
<TashaForge> ::shakes head. takes device and backs to the door:: wanna let me outta here, Hans?
<HansLynx> Yes. ::unlocks door and lets her out of the cell. quickly shuts it back and locks it after she’s out::
<TashaForge> ::after out, looks at device:: lets see if what he says is true. ::walks out and heads for the basement…cautiously XD::
<HansLynx> ::eyes Someone once more then follows Tasha. passes Lamb:: Do NOT open his cell, without talking to a superior. <Lamb>::nods and goes back to his desk::
<TashaForge> ::goes to door and looks to Hans:: Draw your gun..just in case. ::don’t wanna be attacked by coons again XD::
<TashaForge> ::basement door that is::
<HansLynx> I would if I still had it.
<TashaForge> ::pulls hers out and hands it to him:: here. Cover me. ::opens door and starts down the stairs, keeping eyes open::
<SypherSK> ::has listened in on everything, follows Tasha as far as he dares even tho’ the chances he’ll get a look at whatever it is are slim::
<HansLynx> ::takes her weapon then goes down the stairs after her, looking around. heard about the weird coon infestation XD::
<Someone> <Generator> :: can be found on the farside of the basement ::
<TashaForge> ::walks to location beside the Generator Someone specified and turns that thing on or whatever. looking at it::
<HansLynx> ::looks at it as well::
<Someone> <Item> :: is a simple bandolier clip-container. Pops open, revealing what looks to be a badge inside ::
<Someone> <Dynamo> :: has a sublte electromagnetic field surrounding it, not enough to cause damage to electronics, but enough to create a small gray area ::
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: Um…okay…::looking at that grey area:: I’m no electronics person, Hans. Whats all this supposed to mean exactly?
<HansLynx> ::reaches to take out his badge:: Not sure, but from this I’d say he’s some sort of police officer?
<Someone> <Badge> :: is weathered and looks as if it’s been around a while. Very scuffed, but the markings can be made out, the initials “MBI” on them. upon closer inspection it’s a standard MBI badge it would seem, along with a name engraving as well ::
<SypherSK> ::decides to take his chances at peeking at whatever it was later when there’s no one to see him, returns to the cellblock::
<HansLynx> ::dusts it off a bit and gasps:: MBI…? No way… ::tries to read the name::
<TashaForge> ::blinks. peers over at it:: Okay…this is just freaky.
<Someone> <Badge> :: has a year of issue number on it, and it’s 5 years past the current year :: <Name> :: reads as :: “MCGRATH”
<HansLynx> This can’t be right, it looks pretty worn and the year is way too far ahead.
<TashaForge> How is that even possible? But that name…perhaps we can cross reference it in the database and see if it turns up anything.
<HansLynx> Good idea. ::puts the thing back in that container Tasha has. then looks at the Dynamo::
<Someone> <Dynamo> :: says nothing XD ::
<TashaForge> ::shaking head:: I don’t know who the HE that this McGrath fellow was talking about being here is, but he’s not here.
<HansLynx> I don’t either… maybe he was mistaking one of our agents here along the way for this “he”.
<TashaForge> Perhaps so. Maybe we can get some answers out of him now that we know a name and a face.
<HansLynx> ::nods:: We’ll have to wait until he wakes up. C’mon. Let’s get upstairs again.
<TashaForge> ::nods and closes up device. heads upstairs again:: At least maybe this is over for the time being. I’d like for some of this oddness to start making sense.
<HansLynx> You and me both. ::and this mun must go to bed X_x::
<StormcrowMerle> ::as must this mun::