Sypher ends up loosing Matrix due to one of Matrix’s… er tricks. ;) He reports back to Dark Kat who is quite annoyed with this outcome. Dark Kat has Sypher check his systems and repair any leftover damage from when he was scattered earlier. After Sypher has recovered, Dark Kat decides to send him back to the MBI to see if his application has been approved yet as Dark Kat intends to send some other cyberdemons to fetch Matrix at a later date.
Sypher goes to the MBI and asks Hertz, who is manning the front desk at the time (and trying to learn French XD), if he’s been approved yet. Sypher’s application has only just been entered into the system but Hertz figures Sypher’s been approved and hired so sends the confused cyberdemon off to suit up and the like. Commander Forge appears during this scene and isn’t too thrilled with Hertz. Forge goes back and sees Josie and Fletch at their desks and is pleased to see these two standing at attention and responding like proper agents should. They tell him where to find Jason to get the information he’ll need to work there and Forge leaves them be.
McGrath takes up Protocol in that PDA and helps her to get into Dark Kat’s computer systems. There he has her send her past cyberdemon self orders to capture McGrath. The reason is that McGrath is going to get the future Protocol in the PDA a “body” so to speak and what better one than her own from the past? It works and Protocol returns to the PDA and waits with McGrath. Cyberdemon Protocol arrives and McGrath leads her on a chase throughout several city blocks from where he was found. They cause a lot of commotion as Protocol sends out various blasts and stops traffic. Someone makes a call to the MBI and so Fletch and Joe go to see what’s up. Before they arrive, cyberdemon Protocol is led back to the spot they started and falls into a trap of McGrath’s barely avoiding being blown up. As she repairs herself, McGrath uses a device that’s like a stick which knocks out the cyberdemon.
Fletch and Joe arrive to the building where there was a recent explosion moments before and they see strange electric blue flashes of light from the roof above. Both head upstairs in time to see McGrath carrying the KOed cyberdemon Protocol to the door. The agents and McGrath are at a stand off and they demand to know what he’s doing and to put the she-kat down. McGrath doesn’t comply but escapes by blasting a hole in the roof between himself and Fletch ‘n Joe, vanishing it seems. Confused and annoyed, Joe and Fletch leave the scene and head back to the MBI.
<SypherSK> ::so, hit by another of Matrix’ tricks… and still not fully recovered from his ugly encounter with water earlier (hasn’t had the time for a full repair with Matrix and all his distractions), continues to search about for any sign of the erroring CyberKat::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::if this is same day, she’s showering up from that nasty apartment of Fango’s lol::
<ProtocolPDA> <Hans>::already showered and changed. in breakroom again if needed::
<JoeForge> ::issaaaaaa at his desk at the moment. going over some stuffs::
<FletchRyder> ::talking with Hertz about the “anonymous tip” he received just a little while ago:: Uh huh.. and you say the caller spoke French. <Hertz> Um.. Southern French.. I think. <Fletch> ::sighs, mumbling under his breath:: Good enough.
<_Matt_> ((<Soutern French Guy> Viva le Fran�ais, ya’ll ))
<SypherSK> ::at last, has to admit that he’s completely lost Matrix, contacts Dark Kat with the news::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<JoeForge> ((::Snorts;:))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::busts up!::))
<ProtocolPDA> <Dark Kat>::is not pleased of course!:: There is no reason for this failure! Must I send another to do your job, Sypher? ::pondering his nice selection of home made lackeys ;D::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::finishes up and goes back into the deskroom back in uniform. flops down in her seat and rests forehead on the desk::
<FletchRyder> ::leaves Hertz to piddle around, while he heads back for his desk to draw up the report and also lay plans for a raid at the docks:: <Once we get Fango, surely he’ll have enough dirt on some of the other names in that file to pick them up.>
<JoeForge> ::quirks an eye at Josie:: Rough night?
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Rough day. ::Replies, forehead still on desk::
<_Matt_> ((<Fletch> Agent Hurtz, take Agent’s Ouch, Hernia, Concussion, Expendable, Fodder and Red-Shirt with you too ))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::DEAD!::))
<JoeForge> Oh? whats been going on? I hear there was some action earlier.
<SypherSK> ::appearing before him:: My apologies, Sir. I believe Matrix has caused some errors in my own code. ::like that fact that he’s disturbed at the prospect of becoming a failed project… isn’t supposed to care what happens to himself beyond what keeping himself intact enough to finish missions::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::looks up now:: We learned that at least one criminal in those files given to us by McGrath does reside where the files said he did. His apartment was gross.
<FletchRyder> ::enters desk area, pausing momentarilly seeing the other two agents conversing. quietly takes a seat and pulls a few sheets from his top drawer, going right into them with his trusty pen::
* _Matt_ is now known as McGrath
<ProtocolPDA> <Dark Kat>::narrows eyes at him. doesn’t like the sound of this:: What SORT of errors, Sypher?
<SypherSK> ((<Fletch> ::preens, has successfully gotten all the idiots out of the office for one day…. three hours later, is having to explain his choice of team after they’ve managed to hit a gas main while cleaning the bathroom (details on this remain unclear) and blow up half the building:: ))
<JoeForge> ::blinks: Oh? which one would this be?
<JoeForge> ((:SOOODEAD!::))
<McGrath> ((<Jason> :: later :: Well, just so long as it wasn’t the *good* half <Fletch> Uh, it was sir… <Jason> :: rears begin to well ::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Matrix> So *that* explains the poo-rings! ::fuming::))
<McGrath> ((tears^))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::diiies::))
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIIIIIIES… DIES again, Matrix!:: ))
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Fango. Heard of him? Deals and is addicted to ‘nip.
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::glances at Fletch as he enters but doesn’t greet him::
<JoeForge> ((::SOOOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
<JoeForge> ::frowns:: Unfortunately so. ::if okies with his mun!:: I’m very familiar with his activities.
<SypherSK> My functions have been somewhat limited after an encounter with water while in my energy state. There is some memory loss concerning that event. I was unable to retrieve the exact sequence of events from Matrix.
<McGrath> :: meanwhile, finding himself going across rooftops, in “costume” with the hooded sweatshirt, etc. Remaining relatively unseen one would imagine ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Ryder here came with me as well as Lynx.
<ProtocolPDA> <Dark Kat> Then do a full systems check on yourself.
<JoeForge> ::nods:: I see. So did you guys get him or he get away?
<ProtocolPDA> ::quiet as he goes. checked the ‘net for mun forgets what was it? ^^;::
<FletchRyder> We didn’t have anything tangible to bring him in on, but as luck would have it, someone just called us with an anonymous tip concerning a katnip transaction at the docks. It might be that Fango’s involved.
<McGrath> ((<Protocol> Your fantasy football reults are in, aparently you lost, AGAIN. <McGrath> … ))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> Yes, Sir. ::does so::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JoeForge> Oh really?
<ProtocolPDA> ((::dead!!::))
<ProtocolPDA> Who are you sending on this?
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>^
<SypherSK> ((<Fletch> The crack team who managed to blow up our own bathroom. I’m hoping for similar results.))
<McGrath> :: comes to a stop at one rooftop, approaching a large electrical box with the words “DO NOT OPEN” etc. posted on it ::
<FletchRyder> I was hoping as many agents as possible. There’s no indication of how many thugs will be on guard for the transaction.
<ProtocolPDA> <Dark Kat> ::waits paitently::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<ProtocolPDA> ((LOL!!))
<JoeForge> I can call sis in if you need her. She’s just at the house today I believe.
<McGrath> :: likely having Prot keep an eye on MBI related affairs ::
<ProtocolPDA> ::would Sypher be an accepted agent or at least his application in the MBI’s compy system?::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Waiting for your father to arrive? ::asks Joe::
<FletchRyder> If she could come in about midnight to prepare for the sting, that’d be great, Forge.
<JoeForge> ::quirks an eyebrow:: My father? ::lol! mun is assuming their dad is taking over in Jaserz and alla them’s absense?::
<McGrath> :: withdraws a small crowbar and in one fluid motion cracks the lock off the panel and opens it ::
<JoeForge> ::nods to Fletch:: Sure. This is right up her alley. ::then looks back to Josie for an answer::
<SypherSK> ::finishes at last, repairing what damage he finds:: Everything seems to be in order now, Sir.
<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> ::fur suddenly stands on end as electricity flows through his body, making his skeleton visible. removes crow-bar, coughing smoke, and looked pretty crispy:: Whoa.. scratch that plan.))
<JoeForge> ((::snickers::))
<SypherSK> ::sure, his application can be in now..
<SypherSK> ….dunno that he’s approved yet::
<SypherSK> ((LOL!))
<ProtocolPDA> <Dark Kat> Good. For now, I wish for you to return to the MBI and continue on that mission. Let Matrix have his last moments for now. I will send others to retrieve him in due time.
<SypherSK> Yes, Sir. ::zaps out and heads for the MBI::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol> <McGrath… Sypher’s name has just appeared in the MBI database of pending applications…>
<ProtocolPDA> ((::dies!::))
<McGrath> :: reaches forward with the glovatrix protected hand and yanks a few wires, cross connecting some, and then takes out a small cubic object, inserting it in the the circuit and then closes it off :: Which alias did he use?
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> ::yeah they got a memo on it yesterday XD:: Your father’s coming to take temporary command of the MBI while the director, captain and lieutenant are gone for the holidays.
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Didn’t you know?
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::or wait earlier today I mean XD::
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> I have more than one? <McGrath> Yes. <Sypher> Like what? <McGrath> Bob McFlidderhapfen. <Sypher> I’m sticking with the first one.))
<JoeForge> Oh! well I knew I told her to call but I didn’t know they did or that he accepted.
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<McGrath> ((<Protocol> Apparently he’s now known as a Mr. Turd Furgison <McGrath> … ))
<SypherSK> ::appears a block away from the MBI, dressed in regular clothes and, after checking himself over, heads for the MBI main entry::
<ProtocolPDA> ((::DEAD::))
<JoeForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<ProtocolPDA> <The same one he used before. Silas Greypaw.>
<ProtocolPDA> <How I was able to recognize him>
<SypherSK> ((Oh, dear… ::comforts her Sypher creativity demon::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::at the front reception desk, looking over a small English to French dictionary:: Parlez-vous Francais, sugah? Hmm…
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::nods:: Yes apparently he did.
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Our superiors leave tomorrow.
<JoeForge> ::nods:: I see. Yeah he’ll prolly be here today then to get things straight before fully taking over. He’s pretty thorough like that.
<SypherSK> ::steps into the MBI and looks around::
<McGrath> Good :: makes a few more connections, then takes the ProtPDA and connects it to the setup he’s configured :: We need more intel. on Dark Kat, and more specifically the *you* of this timeline. I have a remote access point setup to tunnel through his security grid. It won’t last long enough for me to do much, but it should be just enough for you.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::head buried in his dictionary::
<ProtocolPDA> <I know enough of what is going on now with him and me, should things be going as they did once before.>
<SypherSK> ::steps up to Hertz:: Excuse me.
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Sounds like a good Commander.
<McGrath> ((<Sypher> :: looking about :: Wow, talk about underwhelming… ))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<JoeForge> ::shrugs:: I guess so. Honestly I wouldn’t know. He’s my father so my judgement don’t count.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Hmm? Howdy-do, mon a-mis! How may I be of service?
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<SypherSK> ::blinks, but recovers quickly:: Hello. I came to inquire about the application I submitted?
<FletchRyder> I just hope he’ll be able to understand all the.. interesting situations we’re currently handling.
<McGrath> Then it shouldn’t take long to issue a command to get your alternate self assigned to try and capture me.
<ProtocolPDA> <Whot? Why do you want me to do that?>
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::blank look:: Uh.. huh. And you would beee…?
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Perhaps he won’t need to know of them.
<McGrath> As I told you before, I can’t build you a new body :: making some adjustments to the connection :: So I’m going to steal you one.
<JoeForge> He’s handled his share of interesting situations, I assure you. ::stands:: Now if you two will excuse me, I need to go take care of some stuff. ::heads towards the locker rooms::
<SypherSK> Silas Greypaw.
<FletchRyder> ::skeptical look:: I doubt we’ll manage to skirt this by the Commander for three whole weeks. ::and nods at Joe as he makes his leave::
<ProtocolPDA> <Won’t that mess up the space time continuum?> ((SP? O_o;;))
* JoeForge is now known as CommanderForge
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> ::watches Joe go then looks to Fletch:: I suppose not…
<SypherSK> ((<Hertz> Oh. ::long moment of silence:: Uhm… Parlez-vous Francais? Y’all? Ya’ll? <Syper> ::stares… maybe he’s still malfunctioning and this is the wrong place….:: ))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Mmm.. hmm… Well, let’s just take a looksie here. ::typety types on computer::
<CommanderForge> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<FletchRyder> ::turns attention back to report::
<ProtocolPDA> ((::DIES::))
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> ::leans back in her chair, closing her eyes a moment::
<McGrath> No, you’ll just be in the same situation as me. We’ve been innoculated with anti-chronitons. They’re the same power-source that my paradox-prevention technology ran off of. We exist in a minor state of dimensional flux that allows us to remain within the present timeline but remain unaffected by any changes we make.
<McGrath> It’s essential to any time-traveler.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::so, what’s the verdict? this Sy guy in or not? had to close out his Bejeweled game to look this up::
<ProtocolPDA> <Very well then… :;sighs:: but I may not be able to stretch out far enough in the small window I have been given. Are you ready?>
<CommanderForge> ::enters the MBI for sooth! in typical Enforcer Commander attire only emblems are of Twilight City rather than MKC. looks basically like Joe only a hair shorter, more reddish brown fur rather than straight brown, and yellowish-brown eyes::
<McGrath> I’m sure you’ll do you best. :: flips a switch ::
<McGrath> ((<Commander Forge> :: also has a Chin of Authority as well ::))
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<SypherSK> ::waits, idly looking at the collection of notes pinned on a nearby bulletin board::
<ProtocolPDA> ::when the link or what not is opened, she zips from the PDA, giving off a signal for his benifit as well as she goes through the wiring towards Dark Kat’s lair::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Cmdr Forge> ::yet instead of a baton, carries around a very large breadstick:: Shut up and stop laughing at my bread, you idiots!))
<ProtocolPDA> <memo>::of Jase ‘n co temporarily out is propbably pinned with those things Sy is looking at::
<CommanderForge> ((::Snorts::))
<CommanderForge> ::Does NOT carry a baton. XD::
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD bread::))
<McGrath> ((<Commander Forge> :: carries a large caveman club instead ::))
<CommanderForge> ::or any other implement of doom and destruction or reptitive sentences used to cut down others around him. XD::
<ProtocolPDA> ((::dies both!::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Hmm.. well, I *guess* you’re hired, cause there’s nothin’ here saying you’re *not* hired. So, welcome aboard! ::attempts to grab his hand over the desk for a hearty shake::
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIES!:: <forge> Oh wait…my daughter is off today. Nevermind. ::tosses club aside::))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOOOOOoDEAD:: <Forge> ::to the team of Hertz, Expendable, Red Shirt and etc.:: I trust all of you can understand this much, right? ::shake club:: <Agents> ::nodnodnod:: ))
<SypherSK> ::blinks as his hand is snatched and shook::
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<McGrath> ((<Commander Forge> :: sighs, hopes he won’t have to resort to flash cards and puppet shows ::))
<CommanderForge> ((::Issa dying!!!::))
<ProtocolPDA> ::gets into the lair via the “hole” McGrath opened up for her. enters main computer and begins her work infiltrating the system.:: <Protocol>::regular normal time Protocol that is ;D no PDA after to seperate diff, stands straight suddenly from her work.::
<CommanderForge> ::walks up in behind Sypher, quirking an eyebrow at Hertz::
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Cmdr Forge> ::grouchy:: Okay, so if Mr. Socks says we’ve got a 10-13 in progress… ::makes the sock on his hand say that:: <Hertz> ::giddy:: Oooh! Oooh! Then we take Mr. Carmobile and respond to the jaywalking with water pistols!))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::DEAD!::))
<CommanderForge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))
<SypherSK> ((<Commander Forge> ::is sitting at his desk with his boots off to the side, socks are on his hands, one sock has a silly face drawn on it, the other has narrowed eyes and a pronounced chin:: And, so… When Agent Sock fails to carry out orders… or worse, destroys things… ::has the chinned sock bash on the other one with a pen:: ))
<McGrath> ((::dies))
<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIIIIIIIIIES Fletch:: ))
<CommanderForge> ((::burymenowplease::))
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::eyes flash a moment as she’s receviing new orders:: <ProtocolPDA>::has to jerk herself back and out as the main system is about to detect her presence. zips backwards leaving the lair. soon appears back in the PDA:: <It’s done… >
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<SypherSK> ::finally gets his hand back:: I… Thank you. That is good news.
<McGrath> :: detatches the PDA from the electrical closet and pockets it. :: How much time?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> You bet your sweet ce vous plait it is, buddy! Now, head for the locker room or something, and see if you can’t find yourself a clean pair of britches. Of the uniform variety. ::pointing a thumb over his shoulder towards the hall::
<CommanderForge> ::remaining quiet. wondering about that goofy accent Hertz has there::
<SypherSK> ::blinks:: Oh. Right. ::goes… is sure his time here is going to be very strange::
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> :: is more of a speech impedement than an accent ::))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<ProtocolPDA> <A few minutes to a few hours, depending on how easy you are to find. I gave a general area of your location in her… or my orders.>
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::zips out of the lair suddenly lol Dark Kat’s busy with something else and hasn’t noticed::
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::literal as only a fledgling CyberKat can be, just puts on the uniform pants and comes back out::))
<CommanderForge> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ((<DK> ::busy chasing around the creepling with the TV remote:: Curse you dumb beast! Don’t you know The Swan is on!))
<McGrath> ((::dies::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOODEAD::))
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIIIES!:: <DK>::keeps hoping one day they will put him on The Swan but keeps getting rejected for some reason. something about they can’t perform miracles::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::DIES The SWAN!! ))
<CommanderForge> ::steps up to Hertz:: And may I ask where exactly you are from and who you are?
<McGrath> :: takes the Prot PDA and sets it aside on the rooftop :: Knowing you that’ll be sooner rather than later
<SypherSK> ::finds the locker room in question, taking note of anything interesting on the way… thus far, the most interesting note he’s found is the meme about the leadership being away… the locker room is also no surprise, not in its layout, contents or unique smell… at least so says his programming::
<ProtocolPDA> <And knowing you, I assume you have something to capture her instead of the other way around?>
<SypherSK> ((Memo even, not meme! Brain warped by LJ… Aiy…))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::eyes widen as they slowly go up the length of the Commander’s striking stature:: U-uh, um.. I-I’m Megakat City a-and hail from Thad Hertz, s-sir! ::saluting::
<ProtocolPDA> ((::dies!:: <Jase>::posts his LJ meme’s and quizzes up for all to see!::))
<SypherSK> ((::SOOOOODEAD Hertz and Jase::))
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::making her way to said area via powerlines::
<CommanderForge> Uh huh…so why the bad attempt at French?
<McGrath> It won’t be easy :: surveying the surroundings :: A conventional trap won’t catch an unconventional target. :: peers over the side of the roof to see the hustle and bustle far below :: Let me know if you can’t see clearly.
<ProtocolPDA> <Whot are you planning then?>
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Er, um, well, you see, I figured it best to horizon my expand, and this caller tipped me about Southern docks at 2:30, so I figured what the hey! ::ginormous smile, sweating bullets::
<McGrath> Something unconventional. :: steps up on the elevated roof edge, waiting :;
<SypherSK> ::after some searching finally finds a folded stack of crisp new uniforms… pulls one out and eyes it, noting that it’s been folded so long the folds have become permanent creases, frowns at the sloppiness of it, but goes to put it on anyway::
<CommanderForge> ::shakes his head:: So what is the possibility of getting someone here that can translate all that mess you just told me?
<SypherSK> ((::DYING at Hertz!:: ))
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::suddenly zaps out of a nearby powerline from just behind McGrath on opposite end of the roof. goes solid:: <ProtocolPDA> <McGrath behind you!>
<ProtocolPDA> ((LOL Robert’s gonna regret working at the MBI XDDD))
<CommanderForge> ((lol! nawwwww just try to straighten ‘em all out! XD))
<CommanderForge> ((…and prolly fail miserably))
<SypherSK> ((<Fletch> ::appears, clapping a hand over Hertz’ mouth:: Sorry about that, Sir. That’s just Hertz’ way of greeting people. He’s sucha kidder! ::quick, fake laugh:: Oh, Hertz, that’s enough. ::bodily throws him towards the door:: Get lost, don’t play in traffic again, I’ll call you if I need you.))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Oh, those odds aren’t very good, sir! ::holds hand next to mouth, whispering:: They same I’m “special” around here. ::smug look:: There are some other nice agents in the desk area if you’d like to meet them.
<FletchRyder> ((^say, augh))
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<CommanderForge> Hmm…I can think of a lot more things I could call you other than “special”. ::glares at him a moment then heads for the desk area to find someone that makes sense::
<McGrath> :: steps forward and drops off the edge of the roof ::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::blinks, watching him go:: He gave me the same look everyone else does around here… he must like me bunches! Heh heh heh. ::rubbing fingers on shirt and blowing on them, leaning back in his chair and promptly falling over::
<ProtocolPDA> <McGrath?!> <Protocol> ::runs over to the edge of the roof and peers over the edge to see where he went::
<CommanderForge> ((<ProtocolPDA>::Mentally screams and um…makes an oopsy in the PDA. PDA never works the same again::))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::DEAD!::))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::dies Forge too::))
<CommanderForge> ::walks on into the desk area. looks around to see who all is there. Prolly not recognising a one of them. XD::
<McGrath> <Rapel Line> :: implanted in the side of the building, dangling on the side :: <McGrath> :: has landed on the rooftop of a passing delivery truck ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::frowns and goes acoherent, zapping into nearby powerline that leads down. zaps along the lines catching up to said truck::
<CommanderForge> ::oh and mun goofed up there on description. His hair be brown, not black like Joe’s, and hair has some grey along the sides around his temples::
<ProtocolPDA> <McGrath!! Oh that bloody fool… ANSWER me!>
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::opens eyes quickly at someone arriving. he in uniform or clothing a commander would wear?::
<SypherSK> ::heads back for the main lobby, now in his uniform::
<McGrath> Busy :: leaps and lands on the roof of another car heading in the opposite direction ::
<FletchRyder> ::still working diligently at his desk, wanting everything to be ready for the sting tonight::
<CommanderForge> ::yeps!::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::notes this change of direction, turns around to follow the direction he’s in. reaches a redlight and when the car reaches she leaps out of the light and onto the car, going solid in that same moment she lands on her feet. eyes glowing electric blue, tries to shove McGrath off the car and onto the sidewalk::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::stands then quickly and salutes::
<SypherSK> :;wonders where he should be and what he should do… isn’t sure that fellow at the front desk is reliable::
<FletchRyder> ::flicks an ear at hearing Josie’s hasty movement. looks up, sees the commander, and immediately drops his pen to push out his chair and follow suit::
<McGrath> :: gets shoved off the car. Fortunately some hapless pedestrian breaks his fall XD Uses momentum to roll back to his feet, takes off running down the sidewalk ::
<ProtocolPDA> ((<Sypher>::or completely sane::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> My spiiihiine… ::whining from the floor behind the front desk::
<CommanderForge> ::well at least two are decent agents XD returns their salutes:: At ease.
<CommanderForge> ((::snorts::))
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::gets up off the ground and runs after McGrath, shoving anyone out of her way as she moves along quickly::
<ProtocolPDA> <McGrath… I’m loosing ::static:: gnal and it’s hard for ::static:: see.>
<SypherSK> ::passing the desk, looks over at Hertz:: Are you alright?
<FletchRyder> ::folds hands behind his back and separates his feet so that their parallel with his shoulders, completely straight::
<FletchRyder> ((^they’re))
<SypherSK> ((<Hertz> ::sarcastically:: Oh, sure. I just lie on the floor and moan all the time. <Sypher> ::dubious look:: <Hertz> Okay, but it was only once!))
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::by the way is still all black furred with black hair. outfit is similar but black as well. hasn’t chosen her own look yet::
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::wincing, but otherwise completely stiff. arms bent in an odd position in front of him, along with his legs:: I’m sure the tingling sensation in my back will cease momentarilly.. if I’m not paralyzed that is. ::whimpers::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::stops saluting and stands at attention::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<CommanderForge> ::walks over closer and eyes them both a moment:: Names and ranks.
<McGrath> :: leaps to the side, grabbing hold of a No Parking Anytime sign post, using the momentum to swing around and double boot her ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::boot to the gut! flies back a bit and lands on the ground on her side. holds her stomach a moment then gets up again. forms energy ball and throws towards him::
<FletchRyder> Agent Fletch Ryder, sir.
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Josalyn Lyons, field agent, sir.
<SypherSK> Should I contact a doctor?
<CommanderForge> ::nods. pauses a moment:: Is that kat out front always an idiot or does he have his days? ::thumbing towards the front::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::tears up, lip quivering:: Is it.. is really that bad!? Tell it to me straight, soldier! Am I gonna’ die!? ::bawls, moving his hands to his face and kicking his feet onto the floor, perfectly fine::
<McGrath> :: is hit by the energy ball and flies backward, landing in the middle of the street. Rolls to avoid oncomming traffic ::
<FletchRyder> Oh, um, you must be referring to Agent Hertz. Yes, sir, today is actually.. pretty good for him.
<SypherSK> Judging by your actions, I do not believe that your spine is damaged.
<CommanderForge> ::Shakes head:: Unacceptable. I’ll have to work on him. ::looks back at them:: He said something about a tip and some docs and 2:30. Either of you care to explain that one?
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::stifles a laugh at that and lets Fletch answer again::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::abruptly stops crying, looking at his hands then down at his feet. wiggles them:: Hey! You’re right! ::gets up:: Whew, I owe ya’ one there.
<SypherSK> Er… You are welcome.
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::walks towards him purposefully. forms another energy ball and fires it at oncoming car on first lane to make it skid and crash to the side, causing traffic to stop leaving her to walk freely across the street::
<FletchRyder> He gets a little nervous around, well, just about anyone, sir. I think what he was trying to explain is that we received a tip from an anonymous caller about a possible ‘nip transaction happening tonight. 2:30 AM, Dock 8.
<CommanderForge> ::nods:: And what steps have been taken to see to it this transaction does not occur?
<McGrath> :: gets back to feet, a large smoldering hole in the sweatshirt now present. Waits for her purposeful approach ::
<FletchRyder> I was just finishing up the specs for a raid op we were planning to seize the katnip and take those responsible into custody, sir.
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::reaches him and attempts to grab at him by the collar of his shirt::
<CommanderForge> Excellent. I want all the information you can give me tonight whenever you are done and before the raid.
<SypherSK> Is there anything I should be doing now?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Weeell- ::carefully sitting down in his chair this time, grabbing up his empty mug:: I could use some more kool-aid.
<SypherSK> ::blinks, that seems like an odd sort of job… but he has no official position after all:: Alright. ::goes to find Kool-Aid::
<FletchRyder> Yes, sir. ::nods:: I’ll prepare the files for you.
<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::spends the next week as Hertz’ personal go-fer, basically unnoticed by anyone as they’re all busy with more important matters and just assume someone finally got Hertz a babysitter:: ))
<CommanderForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<CommanderForge> Thank you. Return as you were, agents.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Heh heh heh, that’s right, everyone likes me. ::leans back in chair, and promptly falls out of his chair yet again:: My spiiihiiine..!
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<SypherSK> ((And, I’d better be heading for bed.))
<FletchRyder> ::nods, saluting:: Thank you, sir.
<CommanderForge> ((mawww nights kris!))
<McGrath> :: as he gets grabbed by the collar of his shirt, produces the anti-cyberkat stick from his sleeve, which then click-extends. Attempts to jab her in the chin and then follow through with a sweep of the legs ::
<McGrath> ((nights))
<SypherSK> ((Night, guys!))
<FletchRyder> ((Have a good one, Kris!))
* SypherSK has quit IRC (Quit: You’re not weird and neither am I. We’re just gifted and people are jealous.)
<ProtocolPDA> Sir, yes sir! ::salutes and sits back down at her desk::
<ProtocolPDA> <JOSIE>^
<McGrath> ((<McGrath> … now you’re just being sarcastic ))
<CommanderForge> ::proceeds on down the hall to check the place out. lol! Will whip these kats into shape!::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::hurk! jabbed and swept! falls to the ground. raises hand towards McGrath, sending out a small blast of energy::
<ProtocolPDA> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ::relaxes after he leaves, letting out a small breath, and sits back down at his desk::
<McGrath> :: uses the stick to block wildly, no doubt sending the blast careening into a POP TV billboard ::
* CommanderForge is now known as JoeForge
<ProtocolPDA> ((LOL!))
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol> ::sends another blast towards his feet now, slowly getting up and backing away::
<JoeForge> ::returns to the deskroom soon enough and taking a seat at his desk once more::
<McGrath> :: pole vaults out of the way, landing atop another car that’s heading away ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::standing fully, sends out a blast towards the car’s back tires::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> You missed your father.
<JoeForge> Oh? I did?
<FletchRyder> <Phone> ::ringing off the hook about some serious traffic violations going on. unfortunately, the main phone answerer is on the floor afraid to move lest the internal bleeding makes him dizzy::
<McGrath> :: flies off the car as it skids to a halt. Fies glovatrix grapnel line mid-air, and swings/ascends down the street ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::nods, glances at teh phone ringing if it comes back here XD::
<ProtocolPDA> ::runs then zaps into another powerline, moving along to catch up with him again::
<FletchRyder> ::head still glued to paper:: Somebody gonna’ get that?
<McGrath> :: arrives back atop the rooftop he started from ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie>::Joe’s closer! ;D::
<ProtocolPDA> <I don’t see her in your possesion>
<JoeForge> ::anwers:: MBI. Agent Joe Forge here.
<FletchRyder> <Hysterical Caller> ::explains in great, dramatic detail the events that are unfolding on Pawshington St and how it led to extremely hot coffee now scalding his pants::
<McGrath> Momentarily. :: darting across the rooftop dropping several remote mines behind him ::
<JoeForge> ::blinks:: Um..yes. we’ll somebody out there quickly.
<JoeForge> ((We’ll send somebody^))
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol> ::arrives now on top of the roof again after exiting powerline::
<FletchRyder> ::finishes up the schematics for their op, and leans back into his chair:: What is it? ::turning attention to Joe::
<McGrath> :: detonates several of them upon her arrival ::
<JoeForge> ::hangs up:: Disturbance on, Pawshington St. ::stands and grabs coat. tells them whats going on as he puts it on. grabs keys and starts for door::
<FletchRyder> ::looks to Josie then to the already leaving Joe:: You want some back-up?
<JoeForge> If you want to come. I figured you were busy on your other thing.
<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> Because I *know* Josie here’s just a’rarin’ to go! ::lifts her hand and waves it even:: <Josie> O_o B-but.. I love life!))
<JoeForge> ((lol!))
<McGrath> ((brb))
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> You go on. ::mun no wanna deal with herself ;D::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol> ::is blown up? XDDD::
<FletchRyder> ::nods at that, standing up:: Lyons, would you do me a favor and see that these files get to Commander Forge?
<ProtocolPDA> <Josie> Sure thing. ::reaches out for them::
<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> 52 file pick-up! ::throws them all over the room and runs for it, snickering::))
<ProtocolPDA> ((brb!))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> ::hands them to her, then follows Joe out the room::
<JoeForge> ::heads on outside with Ryder then, heading to his truck::
<FletchRyder> Any mention as to just what kind of disturbance this was? ::climbing into the truck::
<JoeForge> ::Tells him once again what the caller told him. cause mun is lazy tonight and ain’t gonna type it all out::
<FletchRyder> Well, that certainly sounds.. disturbing. Maybe we should’ve brought riot gear.
<JoeForge> ::smirks:: Nawww. If it gets that bad I got a rifle in the truck. ::unlocks and gets in the truck::
<FletchRyder> ::buckles up once he’s in::
<ProtocolPDA> ((hooha!))
<JoeForge> ((WB!))
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<JoeForge> ::takes off once he’s in! heading in the direciton of Pawshington St.::
<FletchRyder> ::yeah! go us! whoo::
<ProtocolPDA> ((ty!))
<McGrath> :: approaches the check the damage ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Enforcer band>::going on about the car pile up, and an explosion mun thinks onna rooftop lol::
<McGrath> ((back))
<JoeForge> ::waving in and out of traffic and such. mun killing time till McG mun gets back XD::
<ProtocolPDA> ((wb!))
<JoeForge> ((speak of the devil! WB!))
<JoeForge> ::gets there then! frowns at the scene as he gets out:: This ain’t good.
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::gone acoherent, slowly repairing the massive damage::
<FletchRyder> ((<Joe> ::once they find the street:: Okay, so they said something about two kats jumpin’ around the stree- ::thwump! Thwump!:: <Fletch> Well, I do believe we’ve squashed yet another thorn to the safety and tranquility of this fair city. <Joe> Yeah.. quite literally.))
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<ProtocolPDA> <Was that necessary? I need a GOOD body, not one that’s halfway destroyed like my own!>
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::whistles, sticking his head out the window to survey the damage before climbing out:: This is serious.
<McGrath> Give her a few more moments and she’ll be fine. :: withdrawing a small chrome cylindrical item ::
<ProtocolPDA> <katizens>::gathered on the street below looking up all oooh aaaah what’s going on!?::
<ProtocolPDA> ((<kitten little> The sky is falling the sky is falling! ::runs past::))
<FletchRyder> ::looks up in the direction where all the katizen’s attention is drawn, squinting his eyes::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<McGrath> :: attaches the knockout cylinder to the end of the anti-cyberkat stick. Makes some adjustments as it comes to life. Gets behind the repairing Protocol and waits ::
<JoeForge> Yeah..::looks up to see what they are seeing::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol> ::slowly sitting up. electricity sparking every so often as something else is repaired. looks at McGrath. speaks for the first time with proper haughty speech pattern as ProtocolPDA over there does:: You will not escape. The creator wishes to capture you, dead or alive.
<FletchRyder> ::suddenly sees that there are kats up on the top of one particular rooftop. walks across the street towards it, then starts jogging before breaking out into a full-blown sprint::
<JoeForge> ::blinks at that. frowns and takes off after him. determining he musta seen something::
<McGrath> I have no doubt :: jabs her in the back of the neck with the aparatus ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol> Hnnn! ::jabbed in her acoherent state! Joe and Fletch below can see blue light flickers as she reacts to that stick::
<FletchRyder> What in Paw’s name..? ::quickly pushes through a growing crowd of gawkers, rushing through the front doors of the building and racing towards the elevator::
<JoeForge> ::notes the blue light and runs faster right behind Fletch:: I don’t know but I don’t like that blue light.
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::systems go into shutdown/standby mode?::
<McGrath> <Cylindrical Device> :: should have the same effect as it does on biologicals when applied correctly ::
<FletchRyder> ::manages to stick his body inbetween the closing elevator door, sending them back open, much to the chagrin of the old she-kat inside:: Excuse us, ma’am, this is an emergency. ::physically picks her up and sets her outside the elevator, motioning for Joe to get it quickly. hits the button for the roof::
<JoeForge> ::gets in quickly and smiles at the old lady:: Pardon us, ma’am.
<FletchRyder> <Old She-Kat> Just wait until the Elevator Club hears about this! ::waving cane threateningly as the doors shut, and the elevator begins its ascent::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::then is “knocked out” and falls over on her side, the device going through her. when it’s no longer there, she goes solid her her blackfurred self::
<ProtocolPDA> ((::Dies:: Elevator Club? XD))
<McGrath> :: retracts the device, putting it away, and then kneels down and picks up the unconscious Protocol ::
<FletchRyder> ((::shrugs:: She wouldn’t call the Auto Club about an elevator incident… would she? XD))
<JoeForge> ((LOL!))
<FletchRyder> C’mon, c’mon. ::muttering under his breath, as the elevator rises, standing right in front of the doors::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::picked up she is:: <ProtocolPDA>::finds this so very weird seeing herself XD::
<JoeForge> Elevators are never fast when you need them to be. ::arms crossed and leaned against the back of the elevator::
<FletchRyder> ((<Protocol> ::getting a bit choked up:: You know something, McGrath, I’ve always wanted a twin. <McGrath> And I’ve always wanted a live kat to test out my reality bending machine designed to turn kat’s brains into mashed potatoes. But I don’t see either of those happening. <Prot> You just always have to ruin the moment, don’t you?))
<ProtocolPDA> ((::diies!::))
<FletchRyder> ::elevator eventually dings and the doors slide open::
<JoeForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<McGrath> :: hefts her over his shoulder and walks back across the rooftop, picking up the PDA he left there ::
<JoeForge> ::gets out and runs for the roof access door::
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol> <How long will she be out like that?>
<ProtocolPDA> ::er… no <Protocol> there XD that was me a talkin’!::
<ProtocolPDA> ::two Protocols is never good ;D::
<JoeForge> ((two of any of your characters in a room at the same time is never good. XD::Ducks before is beaten::))
<FletchRyder> ::running right alongside, ramming the access door open with his shoulder once they reach it::
<ProtocolPDA> ((::cackles:: I know. ::preens:: XD))
<McGrath> A matter of hours. She can be kept in stasis for as long as neccesary. :: then hears the roof access door being kicked open ::
<JoeForge> ::runs out and frowns seeing a hooded person again:: Freeze! Stay right there! ::draws his gun and takes aim::
<FletchRyder> ::momentum slowed as he comes out onto the roof, and his shoulder not feeling to hot, seeing as that’s the second door he’s gone through today. eyes narrow upon seeing who it is up there::
<ProtocolPDA> <Oh wonderful, it’s… ::laughs a little:: the MBI who’ve come. Smart move, McGrath.>
<ProtocolPDA> <Protocol>::limp in McGrath’s arms, unconscious::
<FletchRyder> ::draws his own weapon, nearing them:: Put the girl down.
<McGrath> :: holds out free arm :: This roof has been blanketed in remote mines, Agent :: says through voice modulator :: None of us wants to die today :: detonator can be seen in his hand ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Just make sure you don’t drop ME on any of them.>
<FletchRyder> ::brow furrows even more at that news, but keeps his gun level:: Why are you doing all of this? Whose side are you on?
<McGrath> The right side :: rather cryptically ::
<JoeForge> ::keeps gun on him:: Thats strictly a matter of opinion. Now put the girl down and deactivate this mine field.
<ProtocolPDA> <Now, you’re a bit more to their left actually. ::being a smart alec XD::>
<FletchRyder> ::tilts head some, giving him a “what the heck” look::
<McGrath> Can’t do that, and that’s not a matter of opinion.
<FletchRyder> Well then, we’re at a stand-still. Why don’t you at least tell us who she is. ::nodding towards the body of Protocol::
<JoeForge> ::watching him and frowning some. looking for a way closer to get to him::
<McGrath> She’s nobody, just like me. :: presses the firing pin of the detonator :: <Hole> :: is abruptly created between them ::
<FletchRyder> ::eyes widen, starting forward at seeing him push the button, but immediately screeches to a halt when the hole appears. via explosion?::
<McGrath> <Explosion> :: not really any shrapnel, more concussive, creating smoke, etc. ::
<JoeForge> ::ducks back some at the Explosion. Frowns more as he sees the hole:: You won’t get away with this! We’ll capture you again someday and keep you locked up.
<FletchRyder> ::coughing violently, his eyes watering at the smoke stinging them, as he waves his gun around wildly trying to get a fix on the hooded kat::
<JoeForge> ::may very well be talking to air if McG isn’t there still XD::
<McGrath> <Smoke> :: once clears, McGrath is gone ::
<ProtocolPDA> <Now I’ve gotten to see the magician perform his tricks for once. ::chuckles:: first hand.>
<ProtocolPDA> ((<Fletch> Dangit I hate it when he does that! <Joe> … coffee? <Fletch> Coffee. ::turn and exit with Joe::))
<JoeForge> ::mrrs:: Wonderful….
<JoeForge> ((LOL!)))
<FletchRyder> .. Paw dangit! ::growling, wiping his sleeve across his eyes, coughing a bit more::