Fletch, Tasha and Hans go down to the docks at 2am to indeed find Fango and a few thugs unloading crates into a van. Fletch throws a smokebomb and the three Megs charge the scene, quickly taking down the thugs. Fango runs off and in an attempt to destroy the evidence, flings a molotov cocktail at the van, causing it to burst into flame along with the contents inside. Tasha and Fletch manage to pull out one of the large crates and get it away from the van. Hans goes after Fango and is able to arrest him after a slight chase. The fire dept. arrives after being called and puts out all the flames while the three Megs cart the thugs, Fango and the crate of ‘nip to the MBI.
Meanwhile, McGrath arrives on a rooftop to that building he’s been staying in from time to time with the unconscious cyberdemon Protocol. He’s been injured and is exhausted but manages to get the future Protocol out of his PDA and into her past self. The future Protocol merges with her past self, taking her over and putting her “will” or what have you aside. After some discussion, and McGrath refusing Protocol’s help to heal, Protocol pretending to be her former cyberdemon self goes back to Dark Kat’s lair in order to keep an eye on things should that alien cyberdemon thing decide to speak with Dark Kat. McGrath takes a most needed rest.
<Fango> 4RPG…on?
<HansLynx> ::yes!::
<HansLynx> ::let’s get it on! Mills Lane r0x0rz::
<HansLynx> ::is… getting ready to go to the docks as it’s nearing the time? ooh late night mission!::
<TashaForge> :oooo! we going in camo? Black? white? punk? goth? valley chick? XD::
<Fango> :: meanwhile, at the docks (because that’s where illegal activities always occur :) ), is Fango and a few misc. hired thugs. Looks over his shoulder cautiously every so often, looking at watch :: I’ve gots a bad feelin’ about tonight’s dealins… :: checks sidearm, making sure it’s loaded :: Hurry it up guys
<HansLynx> ::goth? TEH EW! -g- mun assumes uniforms? or maybe black?::
<TashaForge> ::black! so we’s can be hidden! XD::
<Fango> <Thugs> :: apathethic utterances of acknowledgement as they haul several crates off a cargo container and into a moving van ::
<TashaForge> ((<Thugs>::which takes much talent to toss said crates into van’s driving 55mph down the street. Had to practice a long time to get it right and not spill the goods;:))
<FletchRyder> ::has a dark uniform on with BPV and a black ballcap and radio earpiece. is in position behind a large truck parked close to the water for the night::
<HansLynx> ::Here come the Megs in black >clap clap< Megakat defendaaahs. >clap clap<::
<TashaForge> ((LOL! Hans!))
<HansLynx> ::no isn’t clapping. mun just dranktoo much soda and ate too many sugary treats at the movies XD along with b-day cake. hyper. but Hans is not. Similar gear to Ryder, save the cap. in position as well among some crates along the dock where things are going down::
<TashaForge> ::is in position as well. hidden behind some nearby crates piled up beside a building. is between those crates and the wall::
<Fango> ((<McGrath> :: quietly takes out the composer of the MBI theme song :: <Jason> :: later :: Huh, so we were going to have a theme song too? <McGrath> No. <Jason> But I could’ve sworn I filled out all the paperwork- <McGrath> No. ))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((::snorts::))
<Fango> ((<McGrath> The wonderful thing about musicians is that there’s no shortage of piano wire <Jason> … I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that ))
<TashaForge> ((::diiies!::))
<FletchRyder> ::kneeling at the end of the truck, taking out a pair of binoculars and scoping out the transaction. whispers over his com:: This is Clutch. Everyone in position? Over.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!both))
<HansLynx> ((::dead:: XD))
<TashaForge> ((<Megs>::all hide waiting on something to happen:: <Hans> Alright..someone has to go out there. <Fletch> Bait you mean? <Tasha> Yeah! bait! <Hans> But who? <Fletch>……::grins and looks at Tasha:: <Tasha> I don’t think so…))
<Fango> <Thugs> :: continue doing their respective jobs, seemingly nearing the end of a hard evening’s work ::
<TashaForge> This is Rain. I’m in posisition, over.
<HansLynx> Crimson in position, over.
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Fletch> You’re right Tasha, your much to smart to actually volunteer as bait… ::looks to Hertz:: <Hertz> Don’t even think about it! <Fletch> ::throws Hertz’s sandwich out into the middle of the thugs:: <Hertz> ;_; How do I get involved with things like this?? ::runs out::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dying!!::))
<Fango> <Thug 1> And, just one more left to unload. <Thug 2> We ain’t paid enough for our skilled labor <Fango> More workin’ and less chattin’. :: a bit edgy ::
<HansLynx> ::assuming FLetch is leading this raid, waiting for orders::
<FletchRyder> Copy that. Hold your positions and wait for the signal. We want to make sure all the katnip’s loaded into that van. If you see any stragglers trying to cut out early, take ‘em out. Over. ::checks his laser rifle, then turns his attention back to his binoculars::
<TashaForge> Roger that. ::peeks out, gun at the ready. also has car parked not to far from there in case she has to chase da van XD::
<Fango> ((<Thugs> :: caught in Fletch’s laser beam :: Gah! My eyes! :: blinded, fall to the ground :: <fletch> Huh, must not be fully charged, or on a wrong setting… <Hans> Yeah, a setting called “lawsuit” ))
<HansLynx> Roger that. ::peers between a couple of crates, gun at the ready. glances around between a couple more through the cracks::
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ((<Megs>::wait for the signal:: <Signal>::is shown! issa big donut shaped light in the sky! ::))
<Fango> <Thugs> :: carrying the last crate over and then load it up and into the van :: Well, that’s the last of it.
<HansLynx> ((::busts up!::))
<FletchRyder> ::lowers binoculars, grabs up his rifle, and takes a small smoke bomb canister from his vest. mutters to himself:: Here we go. ::pulls the pin on the smoke bomb and hurls it as far as he can, aiming for the rear part of the van:: Move in! ::over radio, as he gets up and hurries towards the van::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ::gets up and rushes towards the van as well! heads for one of the thugs, aiming her gun as she goes!:: Freeze! Hold it right there!
<HansLynx> ::gets up quickly and rushes towards the van as well! ready to fire should need be::
<FletchRyder> Everyone down! You’re under arrest! Get down! ::shouting through the smoke, his rifle poised on his shoulder::
<Fango> <Thugs> :: caught off guard with the smoke-bomb, hold their hands up at the display of force, and then begin caughing due to the smoke XD ::
<TashaForge> ::hurries over, holding gun right at one:: Get on the ground, now! Hands behind your head!
<FletchRyder> ::attempts to grab a thug roughly by the shoulder and push him onto his knees:: Keep your paws where we can see them!
<HansLynx> ::moves in slowly, gun raised, looking for Fango he is::
<Fango> <Thugs> :: as they are being arrested and cuffed :: I told you we shoulda done the movers gig. At least they had a 401K plan…
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ::pulls out cuffs and starts cuffin them. frowns. thinking this was too easy::
<HansLynx> ((<Dark Kat>::offers a nice pension plan. too bad none of his employees ever make to then, and those that do disappear days before they’re to recieve it::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<Fango> :: is nowhere to be seen. Has apparently been lost in the smoke… :: <Flame> :: on the other side of the dock they be on, can be seen ignited, and then soaring through the air in the van’s direction… ::
<HansLynx> Crud where’s Fango? ::asks after cuffing onna the thugs::
<FletchRyder> ::takes out some of those plastic wires and ties their hands together:: I thought you had him. ::looks towards flame, growly::
<TashaForge> I have no–::pauses at the flame:: Awww crud. That ain’t good.
<HansLynx> Everyone, away from the van! ::yanks his thug back as he moves quickly from the van before that flame hits::
<Fango> ((<Dark Kat> Yes, apparently Mr. Jacobsen you’ve been with the company for over 30 years now, and you’re just days away from retirement <Jacobsen> :: standing on a spot on the ground with an “X” on it :: Yes sir, Mr. Dark Kat, sir. <Dark Kat> Then it’s a shame I have to do this! :: presses a button :: <Large-Banner> :: descends from the ceiling :: “YOU’RE FIRED!” <Jacobsen> Death would’ve been more dignified…))
<FletchRyder> ::grabs up two thugs by the back of their collars and tries to drag them as far away from the van as possible::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<Fango> <Flame> :: hits the van, and upon closer inspection is a molotov cocktail that quickly engulfs the van in flames :: <Fango> :: can now be seen where the flame originated from, lighting another and laughing :: Not this time!
<TashaForge> ::Grabs a thug or two and drags them as well, ducking down before it hits!::
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD!!::))
<HansLynx> Why that no good. ::growls, shoves his thug from himself and raises gun up. fires towards Fango but well his aim needs improvement when it comes to distance XD::
<FletchRyder> Kats alive, he’s gonna’ destroy the evidence! ::seeing the van going up in flames:: We’ve got to get one of those crates out of there! ::rushes towards the van::
<TashaForge> :;leggos her thug and runs for the van as well:: Come on then! lets get one out! ::tries to get a hold of the door unless its too hot to do so::
<Fango> :: about to throw another molotov cocktail, but then drops it when he ducks behind a crate when Hans shoots in his direction :: <Flames> :: spread across the dock now :: <Fango> Huh…not good…
<HansLynx> ::ignoring Fletch’s concern as he runs towards where Fango is, reloading his weapon along the way. bad Hans, bad!::
<Fango> ((<Tasha> We need to save the drugs! :: frantically :: <Fletch> Yes, the drugs! THE DRUGS! <Feral> :: driving by in time to hear all of this :: O_O :: and just continues on his way ::))
<HansLynx> ((::busts up!:: ))
<FletchRyder> ::rips off one of his gloves and uses it in addition to his other gloved hand to open the back of the door. turns eyes away a moment as smoke billows out:: Rain! I’ll go in and push it out! Once it hits pavement, get it as far away from the van as possible! ::then climbs in the back::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> Be careful! This thing could blow! ::waits on him to shove one out::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!:))
<Fango> :: decides that adding more flame to the already ablaze dock isn’t going to be the best idea. Heads towards the other end of the dock towards the ocean-end, gun drawn, occasionally looking over his shoulder and considering options ::
<HansLynx> ::finishes reloading weapon. moving around and leaps over some of the flames, making sure to not catch himself or his clothing on fire:: Hold it right there, Fango! You’re under arrest!
<FletchRyder> ::in the back, eyes stinging from the increasing smoke. manages to squeaze between two stacked crates and starts pushing with all his might to scoot the crate out the back:: Watch your toes!
<TashaForge> ::backs out:: Come on with it, Clutch. I’m out of the way.
<FletchRyder> ::grunts loudly as he strains his body against the crate slowly edging towards the back end of the van, then teeters on the back end of the van and eventually falls out with a loud thud::
<TashaForge> ::backs up a bit more. grabs onto it when it hits the ground and starts tugging at it. lol! that thing is heavy! slowly moving it away:: Dang! this thing is heavy.
<Fango> :: runs out of dock abruptly, with nothing but the cold churning waters laying ahead :: …
<HansLynx> ::nears him, gun in both hands. smirking:: Drop your weapon, now!
<FletchRyder> ::practically falls out with it, gasping for air once he’s out of the van. helps her push it over to where the thugs were dumped::
<TashaForge> ::helps him get it over there. notes his gasping:: You okay there, Clutch? You don’t sound so hot.
<FletchRyder> ::inbetween subsiding coughs:: Where’s.. Crimson? ::taking out a sidearm and cocking it::
<TashaForge> ::looks up and around:: I don’t…wait…I think i see him there! ::notes them running towards the end of the docks?::
<HansLynx> ::yesh we at the end of the dock now. Or Fango is XD is just a few feet from him::
<HansLynx> ::dock is on FIYAH behind ‘em::
<Fango> :: frowns, drops his gun in the ocean, holds his hands up :: I guess another few years in the slammer won’t be that bad.
<HansLynx> I guess not. ::slowly approaches him:: Get down on the dock, slowly.
<FletchRyder> ::about to start that way, but sees Fango’s hands go up. puts away his weapon and calls for a firefighter crew over his radio::
<Fango> :: complies ::
<TashaForge> ::notes Fletch’s actions. readies her gun again and starts easing that way in case Hans needs backup with Fango::
<HansLynx> ::moves over and attempts to cuff Fango’s hands behind his back with those wire cuffs as well::
<Fango> :: issa cuffed ::
<TashaForge> You got it, Crimson? ::hollers over at him::
<HansLynx> Affirmative, Rain! ::forces Fango to stand up.:: Though maybe help snuff some of these flames down for us?
<Fango> <Firefighters> :: soon arrive, sirens blaring ::
<FletchRyder> ::grimly watching the van and all its contents being eaten away by flame::
<TashaForge> I think the firefighters got it. Come on. ::heads back to where the others are::
<Fango> <Firefighters> :: do their thing and quickly get the flames extinguished ::
<HansLynx> ::when the Firefighters spray the area, moves across with Fango to gather him up with the other thugs::
<Fango> :: gathered up :: I wanna talk to my lawyer
<TashaForge> ::goes to Fletch.pats his shoulder:: You did all you could. we got some evidence at least. and the charred remains of the van. That should be enough.
<HansLynx> And this jerk. ::smirks:: Lawyer? Well sure, you can call him when we get to HQ, not like they’re going to help.
<FletchRyder> ::nods, turning back to the thugs:: Yeah. Right. ::goes back to the thugs and starts leading them towards a van they borrowed from the Enforcers, which will take them all back to HQ::
<Fango> <Thugs + Fango> :: are loaded into the paddy-wagon and trying to recall their balebondsman’s phone number XD ::
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> ::gets in passenger’s side of the van, who drove this baby?::
<TashaForge> ::shakes head. follows the others. gets in the back of the van with said thugs. will keep an eye on them::
<FletchRyder> ::is the guilty driver. goes over to the firefighters quickly and thanks them before heading back towards the van and climbing in:: Ready to call it a night, Lynx?
<HansLynx> Soon as our cargo’s safely delivered I will be.
<FletchRyder> Did we get that crate loaded back there? ::as he starts the engine::
<TashaForge> Yep! its back here safe and sound. ::sittin on it even XD::
<FletchRyder> ::nods, starting off for HQ then:: Good. Nice work team.
<HansLynx> ::grins and leans back:: Same to you, Clutch.
<Fango> :: meanwhile, on the other side of town in one of MKC’s numerous abandonned structures is a kat setting down an unconscious and dark-coated individual down on a stack of crates, both likely covered in a dust and small debris ::
* Fango is now known as McGrath
<HansLynx> ((<McGrath>::playing King Kong, going up building with grappling hook, Protocol over shoulder:: Ooh ooh ah ah ah RAAARRRRR! <PDA Protocol> OKAY OKAY! You don’t have to reinact the bloody movie, I believe you that it stinks like a kit’s diaper!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> indeed. good job guys. ::keeping an eye on their newly captured thugs::
<McGrath> ((<Protocol> Wow, she stayed unconscious rather long… <McGrath> That’s because she’s dead <Protocol> Well that’s just great, what am I supposed to do now? <McGrath> Order a pizza. <Protocol> … ))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::indeed still KOed lol that stick had quite an effect on this young cyberdemon::
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Narrator> Alas, twas Beauty that killed the Beast. <PDA Prot> ::snickers:: Here that, Beastly? <McGrath> You’re the one who’s dead, remember? <PDA Prot> …))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<FletchRyder> ((Er, ^hear))
<HansLynx> I assume we are taking ‘em back to the MBI and not Enforcer HQ?
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> ::silent for now::
<HansLynx> ((::dead!::))
<McGrath> First generation model. No concealment technology and no dark matter upgrades. :: looking the unconscious Prot over :: No major damage either. :: takes a seat, and can’t help but make a minor audible groan ::
<FletchRyder> That’s right. They’re our catch of the day. ::drives them over the hill, through the woods, past granny’s, and right up to MBI HQ. gets out once they’ve stopped and goes to unlock the back::
<TashaForge> ((LOL! Ryder!))
<TashaForge> ::gets out once the back is unlocked goes to helping get the thugs out:: I got these guys if you two wanna grab the crate.
<McGrath> <Fangon + Thugs> :: misc. minor vocal protest, but generally complient ::
<McGrath> ((Fango^))
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> Sounds like YOU have some damage though. ::hearing that small groan:: Are you alright?
<HansLynx> ((LOL Fangon? <Alien Cyberwhosit> I am Fangon, soon to be your lord and master!))
<FletchRyder> ::nods at that, climbing into the back once all the thugs have been cleared out::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<HansLynx> Good. ::grin widens as they reach their HQ. goes ’round back as well to help with bringing in the scumbags::
<McGrath> I’ll live. :: takes off hooded-sweatshirt and sets it aside. Still has that charred hole in the center. Underneath wears a light black protective covering. Takes that off to reveal a bloodied white t-shirt underneath ::
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Megs> Oh, nice entrance, Fangon! ::clap:: <Fangon> No! My only weakness! Fangon! ::as Megs clap clap:: Fangoff!))
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIIIES::))
<TashaForge> ::heads the thugs and Fango down to the cells. will give them all their own nice little cell complete with roaches and rats all complimentary XD::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!!!))
<McGrath> <Fango + Thugs> :: take their cells, rather begrudgingly ::
<TashaForge> ::shuts/locks all doors. rubs at face and heads back out to see if the guys need help::
<FletchRyder> ::manages to edge the crate to the end of the van:: You got that end, Lynx?
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> Well good. Now. I need a way for me to transfer out of this blasted thing and into her.
<HansLynx> ::going with! don’t forget about leaky ceilings when it rains. and matress with a spring in a bad spot you can’t avoid::
<HansLynx> ::getting the crate he is now:: Got it.
<FletchRyder> Easy, easy. ::pushing it over the edge of the van into Hans’ hands, before quickly jumping out and grabbing the other end:: Alright, let’s move it in.
<TashaForge> You guys got it? ::as she holds the door open::
<HansLynx> ::herk grunts at the moment he’s got it alone there but then straightens and carries it on inside as Tasha holds door:: Yeah we got it.
<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> ::moaning and groaning, holding his stained gut as he doubles over:: <PDA Prot> McGrath.. you okay, buddy? <McGrath> Too.. much.. tobasco sauce.. on.. hamburger.. ugggh! ::collapses::))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<McGrath> :: picks up the PDA, gets up and carries it over to the unconscious Protocol. Sets it on her forehead :: Use the neural interface.
<TashaForge> (::DIIES!::))
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<FletchRyder> ::offers a quick thank you as his end passes through the door and follows Hans as they carry it down the hall::
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> Alright… ::PDA has a few small thin bolts wash over it a moment then Protocol PDA manages to merge with her past self. PDA goes dead:: <Protocol>::REM taking place now as her programming is being adjusted::
<TashaForge> ::leggos the door and follows them inside to help open other doors and what not::
<HansLynx> Wonder where all of this came from…
<HansLynx> ::asks as they helps haul it::
<HansLynx> ((he^))
<HansLynx> ((<McGrath>::Raises brow as he hears “Shiny Happy People” coming out of Protocol’s ears::))
<McGrath> :: takes a seat anew, removes glovatrix and other items, settin them aside ::
<TashaForge> No telling. Lots of possibilities.
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> I’ve a feeling Fango’s gonna’ shed some light on quite a few many subjects. ::hauling it away::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> Hopefully so. ::follows for a moment:: I’m gonna go check something. i’ll be back. ::hurries off down the hallway to take care of something as this mun needs hte bed!::
<HansLynx> He had better, the sniveling coward. ::where we taking this?::
<HansLynx> ((maw… night Tasha!))
<FletchRyder> ::we have an evidence locker? extra closet space?::
<TashaForge> ((nights guys! ::huggles:: See you tomorrow!))
<HansLynx> ::evidence room::
<McGrath> ((<Fletch> Let’s store it in the Captain’s office! <Hans> Hey, why not?))
<FletchRyder> ((Have a good one CK!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<McGrath> ((Won’t be in tommorow, but I’ll see you sometime next week))
<TashaForge> ((maww okies! see you later then. nights!))
* TashaForge has quit IRC (Quit: <JeffFoxworth> I belive that people with low enough SAT scores should be allowed to park in the handicapped spots.)
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::eyes open now, glowing electric blue a moment then to a regular blue as a normal kat’s would. goes acoherent a moment and when she returns solid, she looks regular again with the cream colored fur and a few shades darker cream hair::
<HansLynx> ((LOL! XD))
<HansLynx> ::takes it there with Fletch, and sets it down on the floor at one side of the room::
<FletchRyder> ((<Hertz> ::in evidence room, bumps into them:: Oh goody! You’ve broughten in another crate of sugar for our coffee! <Fletch> ..Sugar..? No, this is- <Hans> Holy-! That explains you, Hertz!))
<McGrath> I suppose that would be you, then?
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> Will that be one or two crates in your coffee?))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::sits up now, looking over herself, grins:: Yes, that would be me. ::looks over at him as she stands:: Her programming was mostly pure. At this stage, I had only merged with Dark Kat a few times.
<FletchRyder> ::sets it down with a bit of a grunt and stands back up, loosening his vest:: Whew. I think I’m almost grateful the rest of those crates got toasted.
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<HansLynx> ::dusts his paws off:: Any idea how much is here?
<McGrath> A sensational experience, I’m sure.
<HansLynx> ::smirks:: Interesting is more like it. He’s responsible for some of my personality among other things. ::looks him over:: You need healing?
<McGrath> I’m fine.
<HansLynx> <PROTOCOL>^
<HansLynx> ((<Fletch> … what now? <Hans>::nose covered in nip:: SANTA CLAWS! RAZZUMFRAZZUM!))
<FletchRyder> Well, depending on just how pure it is, I’d guess at least a good 25 grands’ worth. Their entire take must’ve been at least worth a quarter of a million.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::narrows eyes:: You sure? I don’t feel like dragging you around if you can’t function properly.
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> This whole stash is worth only 25 candy bars? what a rip. Back in my old town you could get at least…:: pauses :: Uh…yeah. ))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<HansLynx> Oh ho ho… someone’s going to be miiiighty angry at this loss. ::smirks::
<McGrath> Last I checked I was the one dragging you around.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> Because you chose to.
<McGrath> Then what do you choose to do?
<FletchRyder> ::returns the smirk:: We’ll let Fango and his boys stew about it overnight and then grill ‘em for some names tomorrow. If we separate them, then play them against each other, odds are they’ll be yapping our ears off by lunch.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> Continue on this … mission to make sure our future doesn’t come to be of course. And I can’t do that quickly if you aren’t in good shape. ::smirks and folds her arms:: You’re still unwilling to let me merge with you after all this time? After all that happened?
<McGrath> ((<thug 1> :: during interogation :: I hear that Thug 2 isn’t just an alias, it’s his actual name. His mother hated him THAT much ))
<HansLynx> ::chuckles:: Let’s hope so. Guess we should let them make their phone calls?
<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Hans> Yikes! Too much information, buddy!))
<McGrath> Yes, I still am. :: turns away, picking up some tools and making some adjustments on another device :: You’ll need to return to Dark Kat, and remain incognito as your prior self. You’ll be perfectly situated to observe his actions and watch for any interaction from our “friend”
<FletchRyder> Of course. ::heading out of the room:: There’s nothing quite as refreshing as waking up a cranky lawyer in the middle of the night.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> And whot are you going to be doing in the meantime? ::goes acoherent and returns solid again, solid black fur and hair that’s slightly longer.::
<HansLynx> ::walks along with Fletch:: Have a thing against lawyers?
<McGrath> Running errands.
<FletchRyder> I thought it was sort of a pre-requisite to being a real cop. ::walking the halls::
<HansLynx> <Protocol> How am I to contact you if I learn of something? And vice versa.
<FletchRyder> ((<Protocol> Well, in that case, pick me up some milk while you’re out, and my dry-cleaning. <McGrath> ..))
<HansLynx> ::chuckles and shrugs a little:: Well some of them DO ruin the hard work we do.
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<McGrath> :: points downward towards the floor :: Feel free to stop by regularly. I won’t risk contacting you during your “day-job.”
<FletchRyder> Some do for the right reasons, and some don’t. It’s the latter I don’t like.
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::chuckles at that:: Very well then. ::goes acoherent:: Anything else you need me for before I go?
<HansLynx> It’s the latter who usually wins out.
<McGrath> Yes. Don’t get caught.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> Oh please. Whot am I? New? ::zaps into nearby powerline and makes way towards Dark Kat’s lair::
<FletchRyder> An unfortunate fact of life, but that’s why we keep plugging away until they eventually run out of angles. ::enters cell block::
<McGrath> :: once Protocol leaves, leans back on the stack of crates and lets sleep overtake him ::
<HansLynx> ::enters cell block as well behind Fletch::
<HansLynx> ((and letting sleep win out is what’s happening to me. XD ::issa late:: Night you guys. ::will be here tomorrow, for never does anything on New Year’s eve night -g-::))
<FletchRyder> Alright boys, you each get one phone call. Try and keep it short and sweet so we’re not up all night. ::grabs phone from table and passes it through the bars::
<HansLynx> ::yes!::
<HansLynx> ::let’s get it on! Mills Lane r0x0rz::
<HansLynx> ::is… getting ready to go to the docks as it’s nearing the time? ooh late night mission!::
<TashaForge> :oooo! we going in camo? Black? white? punk? goth? valley chick? XD::
<Fango> :: meanwhile, at the docks (because that’s where illegal activities always occur :) ), is Fango and a few misc. hired thugs. Looks over his shoulder cautiously every so often, looking at watch :: I’ve gots a bad feelin’ about tonight’s dealins… :: checks sidearm, making sure it’s loaded :: Hurry it up guys
<HansLynx> ::goth? TEH EW! -g- mun assumes uniforms? or maybe black?::
<TashaForge> ::black! so we’s can be hidden! XD::
<Fango> <Thugs> :: apathethic utterances of acknowledgement as they haul several crates off a cargo container and into a moving van ::
<TashaForge> ((<Thugs>::which takes much talent to toss said crates into van’s driving 55mph down the street. Had to practice a long time to get it right and not spill the goods;:))
<FletchRyder> ::has a dark uniform on with BPV and a black ballcap and radio earpiece. is in position behind a large truck parked close to the water for the night::
<HansLynx> ::Here come the Megs in black >clap clap< Megakat defendaaahs. >clap clap<::
<TashaForge> ((LOL! Hans!))
<HansLynx> ::no isn’t clapping. mun just dranktoo much soda and ate too many sugary treats at the movies XD along with b-day cake. hyper. but Hans is not. Similar gear to Ryder, save the cap. in position as well among some crates along the dock where things are going down::
<TashaForge> ::is in position as well. hidden behind some nearby crates piled up beside a building. is between those crates and the wall::
<Fango> ((<McGrath> :: quietly takes out the composer of the MBI theme song :: <Jason> :: later :: Huh, so we were going to have a theme song too? <McGrath> No. <Jason> But I could’ve sworn I filled out all the paperwork- <McGrath> No. ))
<HansLynx> ((::DIES!::))
<TashaForge> ((::snorts::))
<Fango> ((<McGrath> The wonderful thing about musicians is that there’s no shortage of piano wire <Jason> … I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that ))
<TashaForge> ((::diiies!::))
<FletchRyder> ::kneeling at the end of the truck, taking out a pair of binoculars and scoping out the transaction. whispers over his com:: This is Clutch. Everyone in position? Over.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!both))
<HansLynx> ((::dead:: XD))
<TashaForge> ((<Megs>::all hide waiting on something to happen:: <Hans> Alright..someone has to go out there. <Fletch> Bait you mean? <Tasha> Yeah! bait! <Hans> But who? <Fletch>……::grins and looks at Tasha:: <Tasha> I don’t think so…))
<Fango> <Thugs> :: continue doing their respective jobs, seemingly nearing the end of a hard evening’s work ::
<TashaForge> This is Rain. I’m in posisition, over.
<HansLynx> Crimson in position, over.
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Fletch> You’re right Tasha, your much to smart to actually volunteer as bait… ::looks to Hertz:: <Hertz> Don’t even think about it! <Fletch> ::throws Hertz’s sandwich out into the middle of the thugs:: <Hertz> ;_; How do I get involved with things like this?? ::runs out::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<HansLynx> ((::dying!!::))
<Fango> <Thug 1> And, just one more left to unload. <Thug 2> We ain’t paid enough for our skilled labor <Fango> More workin’ and less chattin’. :: a bit edgy ::
<HansLynx> ::assuming FLetch is leading this raid, waiting for orders::
<FletchRyder> Copy that. Hold your positions and wait for the signal. We want to make sure all the katnip’s loaded into that van. If you see any stragglers trying to cut out early, take ‘em out. Over. ::checks his laser rifle, then turns his attention back to his binoculars::
<TashaForge> Roger that. ::peeks out, gun at the ready. also has car parked not to far from there in case she has to chase da van XD::
<Fango> ((<Thugs> :: caught in Fletch’s laser beam :: Gah! My eyes! :: blinded, fall to the ground :: <fletch> Huh, must not be fully charged, or on a wrong setting… <Hans> Yeah, a setting called “lawsuit” ))
<HansLynx> Roger that. ::peers between a couple of crates, gun at the ready. glances around between a couple more through the cracks::
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ((<Megs>::wait for the signal:: <Signal>::is shown! issa big donut shaped light in the sky! ::))
<Fango> <Thugs> :: carrying the last crate over and then load it up and into the van :: Well, that’s the last of it.
<HansLynx> ((::busts up!::))
<FletchRyder> ::lowers binoculars, grabs up his rifle, and takes a small smoke bomb canister from his vest. mutters to himself:: Here we go. ::pulls the pin on the smoke bomb and hurls it as far as he can, aiming for the rear part of the van:: Move in! ::over radio, as he gets up and hurries towards the van::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ::gets up and rushes towards the van as well! heads for one of the thugs, aiming her gun as she goes!:: Freeze! Hold it right there!
<HansLynx> ::gets up quickly and rushes towards the van as well! ready to fire should need be::
<FletchRyder> Everyone down! You’re under arrest! Get down! ::shouting through the smoke, his rifle poised on his shoulder::
<Fango> <Thugs> :: caught off guard with the smoke-bomb, hold their hands up at the display of force, and then begin caughing due to the smoke XD ::
<TashaForge> ::hurries over, holding gun right at one:: Get on the ground, now! Hands behind your head!
<FletchRyder> ::attempts to grab a thug roughly by the shoulder and push him onto his knees:: Keep your paws where we can see them!
<HansLynx> ::moves in slowly, gun raised, looking for Fango he is::
<Fango> <Thugs> :: as they are being arrested and cuffed :: I told you we shoulda done the movers gig. At least they had a 401K plan…
<HansLynx> ((LOL!))
<TashaForge> ::pulls out cuffs and starts cuffin them. frowns. thinking this was too easy::
<HansLynx> ((<Dark Kat>::offers a nice pension plan. too bad none of his employees ever make to then, and those that do disappear days before they’re to recieve it::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<Fango> :: is nowhere to be seen. Has apparently been lost in the smoke… :: <Flame> :: on the other side of the dock they be on, can be seen ignited, and then soaring through the air in the van’s direction… ::
<HansLynx> Crud where’s Fango? ::asks after cuffing onna the thugs::
<FletchRyder> ::takes out some of those plastic wires and ties their hands together:: I thought you had him. ::looks towards flame, growly::
<TashaForge> I have no–::pauses at the flame:: Awww crud. That ain’t good.
<HansLynx> Everyone, away from the van! ::yanks his thug back as he moves quickly from the van before that flame hits::
<Fango> ((<Dark Kat> Yes, apparently Mr. Jacobsen you’ve been with the company for over 30 years now, and you’re just days away from retirement <Jacobsen> :: standing on a spot on the ground with an “X” on it :: Yes sir, Mr. Dark Kat, sir. <Dark Kat> Then it’s a shame I have to do this! :: presses a button :: <Large-Banner> :: descends from the ceiling :: “YOU’RE FIRED!” <Jacobsen> Death would’ve been more dignified…))
<FletchRyder> ::grabs up two thugs by the back of their collars and tries to drag them as far away from the van as possible::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<Fango> <Flame> :: hits the van, and upon closer inspection is a molotov cocktail that quickly engulfs the van in flames :: <Fango> :: can now be seen where the flame originated from, lighting another and laughing :: Not this time!
<TashaForge> ::Grabs a thug or two and drags them as well, ducking down before it hits!::
<HansLynx> ((::DEAD!!::))
<HansLynx> Why that no good. ::growls, shoves his thug from himself and raises gun up. fires towards Fango but well his aim needs improvement when it comes to distance XD::
<FletchRyder> Kats alive, he’s gonna’ destroy the evidence! ::seeing the van going up in flames:: We’ve got to get one of those crates out of there! ::rushes towards the van::
<TashaForge> :;leggos her thug and runs for the van as well:: Come on then! lets get one out! ::tries to get a hold of the door unless its too hot to do so::
<Fango> :: about to throw another molotov cocktail, but then drops it when he ducks behind a crate when Hans shoots in his direction :: <Flames> :: spread across the dock now :: <Fango> Huh…not good…
<HansLynx> ::ignoring Fletch’s concern as he runs towards where Fango is, reloading his weapon along the way. bad Hans, bad!::
<Fango> ((<Tasha> We need to save the drugs! :: frantically :: <Fletch> Yes, the drugs! THE DRUGS! <Feral> :: driving by in time to hear all of this :: O_O :: and just continues on his way ::))
<HansLynx> ((::busts up!:: ))
<FletchRyder> ::rips off one of his gloves and uses it in addition to his other gloved hand to open the back of the door. turns eyes away a moment as smoke billows out:: Rain! I’ll go in and push it out! Once it hits pavement, get it as far away from the van as possible! ::then climbs in the back::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> Be careful! This thing could blow! ::waits on him to shove one out::
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!:))
<Fango> :: decides that adding more flame to the already ablaze dock isn’t going to be the best idea. Heads towards the other end of the dock towards the ocean-end, gun drawn, occasionally looking over his shoulder and considering options ::
<HansLynx> ::finishes reloading weapon. moving around and leaps over some of the flames, making sure to not catch himself or his clothing on fire:: Hold it right there, Fango! You’re under arrest!
<FletchRyder> ::in the back, eyes stinging from the increasing smoke. manages to squeaze between two stacked crates and starts pushing with all his might to scoot the crate out the back:: Watch your toes!
<TashaForge> ::backs out:: Come on with it, Clutch. I’m out of the way.
<FletchRyder> ::grunts loudly as he strains his body against the crate slowly edging towards the back end of the van, then teeters on the back end of the van and eventually falls out with a loud thud::
<TashaForge> ::backs up a bit more. grabs onto it when it hits the ground and starts tugging at it. lol! that thing is heavy! slowly moving it away:: Dang! this thing is heavy.
<Fango> :: runs out of dock abruptly, with nothing but the cold churning waters laying ahead :: …
<HansLynx> ::nears him, gun in both hands. smirking:: Drop your weapon, now!
<FletchRyder> ::practically falls out with it, gasping for air once he’s out of the van. helps her push it over to where the thugs were dumped::
<TashaForge> ::helps him get it over there. notes his gasping:: You okay there, Clutch? You don’t sound so hot.
<FletchRyder> ::inbetween subsiding coughs:: Where’s.. Crimson? ::taking out a sidearm and cocking it::
<TashaForge> ::looks up and around:: I don’t…wait…I think i see him there! ::notes them running towards the end of the docks?::
<HansLynx> ::yesh we at the end of the dock now. Or Fango is XD is just a few feet from him::
<HansLynx> ::dock is on FIYAH behind ‘em::
<Fango> :: frowns, drops his gun in the ocean, holds his hands up :: I guess another few years in the slammer won’t be that bad.
<HansLynx> I guess not. ::slowly approaches him:: Get down on the dock, slowly.
<FletchRyder> ::about to start that way, but sees Fango’s hands go up. puts away his weapon and calls for a firefighter crew over his radio::
<Fango> :: complies ::
<TashaForge> ::notes Fletch’s actions. readies her gun again and starts easing that way in case Hans needs backup with Fango::
<HansLynx> ::moves over and attempts to cuff Fango’s hands behind his back with those wire cuffs as well::
<Fango> :: issa cuffed ::
<TashaForge> You got it, Crimson? ::hollers over at him::
<HansLynx> Affirmative, Rain! ::forces Fango to stand up.:: Though maybe help snuff some of these flames down for us?
<Fango> <Firefighters> :: soon arrive, sirens blaring ::
<FletchRyder> ::grimly watching the van and all its contents being eaten away by flame::
<TashaForge> I think the firefighters got it. Come on. ::heads back to where the others are::
<Fango> <Firefighters> :: do their thing and quickly get the flames extinguished ::
<HansLynx> ::when the Firefighters spray the area, moves across with Fango to gather him up with the other thugs::
<Fango> :: gathered up :: I wanna talk to my lawyer
<TashaForge> ::goes to Fletch.pats his shoulder:: You did all you could. we got some evidence at least. and the charred remains of the van. That should be enough.
<HansLynx> And this jerk. ::smirks:: Lawyer? Well sure, you can call him when we get to HQ, not like they’re going to help.
<FletchRyder> ::nods, turning back to the thugs:: Yeah. Right. ::goes back to the thugs and starts leading them towards a van they borrowed from the Enforcers, which will take them all back to HQ::
<Fango> <Thugs + Fango> :: are loaded into the paddy-wagon and trying to recall their balebondsman’s phone number XD ::
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<HansLynx> ::gets in passenger’s side of the van, who drove this baby?::
<TashaForge> ::shakes head. follows the others. gets in the back of the van with said thugs. will keep an eye on them::
<FletchRyder> ::is the guilty driver. goes over to the firefighters quickly and thanks them before heading back towards the van and climbing in:: Ready to call it a night, Lynx?
<HansLynx> Soon as our cargo’s safely delivered I will be.
<FletchRyder> Did we get that crate loaded back there? ::as he starts the engine::
<TashaForge> Yep! its back here safe and sound. ::sittin on it even XD::
<FletchRyder> ::nods, starting off for HQ then:: Good. Nice work team.
<HansLynx> ::grins and leans back:: Same to you, Clutch.
<Fango> :: meanwhile, on the other side of town in one of MKC’s numerous abandonned structures is a kat setting down an unconscious and dark-coated individual down on a stack of crates, both likely covered in a dust and small debris ::
* Fango is now known as McGrath
<HansLynx> ((<McGrath>::playing King Kong, going up building with grappling hook, Protocol over shoulder:: Ooh ooh ah ah ah RAAARRRRR! <PDA Protocol> OKAY OKAY! You don’t have to reinact the bloody movie, I believe you that it stinks like a kit’s diaper!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> indeed. good job guys. ::keeping an eye on their newly captured thugs::
<McGrath> ((<Protocol> Wow, she stayed unconscious rather long… <McGrath> That’s because she’s dead <Protocol> Well that’s just great, what am I supposed to do now? <McGrath> Order a pizza. <Protocol> … ))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::indeed still KOed lol that stick had quite an effect on this young cyberdemon::
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Narrator> Alas, twas Beauty that killed the Beast. <PDA Prot> ::snickers:: Here that, Beastly? <McGrath> You’re the one who’s dead, remember? <PDA Prot> …))
<TashaForge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<FletchRyder> ((Er, ^hear))
<HansLynx> I assume we are taking ‘em back to the MBI and not Enforcer HQ?
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> ::silent for now::
<HansLynx> ((::dead!::))
<McGrath> First generation model. No concealment technology and no dark matter upgrades. :: looking the unconscious Prot over :: No major damage either. :: takes a seat, and can’t help but make a minor audible groan ::
<FletchRyder> That’s right. They’re our catch of the day. ::drives them over the hill, through the woods, past granny’s, and right up to MBI HQ. gets out once they’ve stopped and goes to unlock the back::
<TashaForge> ((LOL! Ryder!))
<TashaForge> ::gets out once the back is unlocked goes to helping get the thugs out:: I got these guys if you two wanna grab the crate.
<McGrath> <Fangon + Thugs> :: misc. minor vocal protest, but generally complient ::
<McGrath> ((Fango^))
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> Sounds like YOU have some damage though. ::hearing that small groan:: Are you alright?
<HansLynx> ((LOL Fangon? <Alien Cyberwhosit> I am Fangon, soon to be your lord and master!))
<FletchRyder> ::nods at that, climbing into the back once all the thugs have been cleared out::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<HansLynx> Good. ::grin widens as they reach their HQ. goes ’round back as well to help with bringing in the scumbags::
<McGrath> I’ll live. :: takes off hooded-sweatshirt and sets it aside. Still has that charred hole in the center. Underneath wears a light black protective covering. Takes that off to reveal a bloodied white t-shirt underneath ::
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Megs> Oh, nice entrance, Fangon! ::clap:: <Fangon> No! My only weakness! Fangon! ::as Megs clap clap:: Fangoff!))
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<HansLynx> ((::DIIIIIES::))
<TashaForge> ::heads the thugs and Fango down to the cells. will give them all their own nice little cell complete with roaches and rats all complimentary XD::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!!!))
<McGrath> <Fango + Thugs> :: take their cells, rather begrudgingly ::
<TashaForge> ::shuts/locks all doors. rubs at face and heads back out to see if the guys need help::
<FletchRyder> ::manages to edge the crate to the end of the van:: You got that end, Lynx?
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> Well good. Now. I need a way for me to transfer out of this blasted thing and into her.
<HansLynx> ::going with! don’t forget about leaky ceilings when it rains. and matress with a spring in a bad spot you can’t avoid::
<HansLynx> ::getting the crate he is now:: Got it.
<FletchRyder> Easy, easy. ::pushing it over the edge of the van into Hans’ hands, before quickly jumping out and grabbing the other end:: Alright, let’s move it in.
<TashaForge> You guys got it? ::as she holds the door open::
<HansLynx> ::herk grunts at the moment he’s got it alone there but then straightens and carries it on inside as Tasha holds door:: Yeah we got it.
<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> ::moaning and groaning, holding his stained gut as he doubles over:: <PDA Prot> McGrath.. you okay, buddy? <McGrath> Too.. much.. tobasco sauce.. on.. hamburger.. ugggh! ::collapses::))
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<McGrath> :: picks up the PDA, gets up and carries it over to the unconscious Protocol. Sets it on her forehead :: Use the neural interface.
<TashaForge> (::DIIES!::))
<McGrath> ((::snorks::))
<FletchRyder> ::offers a quick thank you as his end passes through the door and follows Hans as they carry it down the hall::
<HansLynx> <Protocol PDA> Alright… ::PDA has a few small thin bolts wash over it a moment then Protocol PDA manages to merge with her past self. PDA goes dead:: <Protocol>::REM taking place now as her programming is being adjusted::
<TashaForge> ::leggos the door and follows them inside to help open other doors and what not::
<HansLynx> Wonder where all of this came from…
<HansLynx> ::asks as they helps haul it::
<HansLynx> ((he^))
<HansLynx> ((<McGrath>::Raises brow as he hears “Shiny Happy People” coming out of Protocol’s ears::))
<McGrath> :: takes a seat anew, removes glovatrix and other items, settin them aside ::
<TashaForge> No telling. Lots of possibilities.
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<FletchRyder> I’ve a feeling Fango’s gonna’ shed some light on quite a few many subjects. ::hauling it away::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> Hopefully so. ::follows for a moment:: I’m gonna go check something. i’ll be back. ::hurries off down the hallway to take care of something as this mun needs hte bed!::
<HansLynx> He had better, the sniveling coward. ::where we taking this?::
<HansLynx> ((maw… night Tasha!))
<FletchRyder> ::we have an evidence locker? extra closet space?::
<TashaForge> ((nights guys! ::huggles:: See you tomorrow!))
<HansLynx> ::evidence room::
<McGrath> ((<Fletch> Let’s store it in the Captain’s office! <Hans> Hey, why not?))
<FletchRyder> ((Have a good one CK!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<McGrath> ((Won’t be in tommorow, but I’ll see you sometime next week))
<TashaForge> ((maww okies! see you later then. nights!))
* TashaForge has quit IRC (Quit: <JeffFoxworth> I belive that people with low enough SAT scores should be allowed to park in the handicapped spots.)
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::eyes open now, glowing electric blue a moment then to a regular blue as a normal kat’s would. goes acoherent a moment and when she returns solid, she looks regular again with the cream colored fur and a few shades darker cream hair::
<HansLynx> ((LOL! XD))
<HansLynx> ::takes it there with Fletch, and sets it down on the floor at one side of the room::
<FletchRyder> ((<Hertz> ::in evidence room, bumps into them:: Oh goody! You’ve broughten in another crate of sugar for our coffee! <Fletch> ..Sugar..? No, this is- <Hans> Holy-! That explains you, Hertz!))
<McGrath> I suppose that would be you, then?
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> Will that be one or two crates in your coffee?))
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::sits up now, looking over herself, grins:: Yes, that would be me. ::looks over at him as she stands:: Her programming was mostly pure. At this stage, I had only merged with Dark Kat a few times.
<FletchRyder> ::sets it down with a bit of a grunt and stands back up, loosening his vest:: Whew. I think I’m almost grateful the rest of those crates got toasted.
<HansLynx> ((::dies::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<HansLynx> ::dusts his paws off:: Any idea how much is here?
<McGrath> A sensational experience, I’m sure.
<HansLynx> ::smirks:: Interesting is more like it. He’s responsible for some of my personality among other things. ::looks him over:: You need healing?
<McGrath> I’m fine.
<HansLynx> <PROTOCOL>^
<HansLynx> ((<Fletch> … what now? <Hans>::nose covered in nip:: SANTA CLAWS! RAZZUMFRAZZUM!))
<FletchRyder> Well, depending on just how pure it is, I’d guess at least a good 25 grands’ worth. Their entire take must’ve been at least worth a quarter of a million.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::narrows eyes:: You sure? I don’t feel like dragging you around if you can’t function properly.
<McGrath> ((<Hertz> This whole stash is worth only 25 candy bars? what a rip. Back in my old town you could get at least…:: pauses :: Uh…yeah. ))
<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<HansLynx> Oh ho ho… someone’s going to be miiiighty angry at this loss. ::smirks::
<McGrath> Last I checked I was the one dragging you around.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> Because you chose to.
<McGrath> Then what do you choose to do?
<FletchRyder> ::returns the smirk:: We’ll let Fango and his boys stew about it overnight and then grill ‘em for some names tomorrow. If we separate them, then play them against each other, odds are they’ll be yapping our ears off by lunch.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> Continue on this … mission to make sure our future doesn’t come to be of course. And I can’t do that quickly if you aren’t in good shape. ::smirks and folds her arms:: You’re still unwilling to let me merge with you after all this time? After all that happened?
<McGrath> ((<thug 1> :: during interogation :: I hear that Thug 2 isn’t just an alias, it’s his actual name. His mother hated him THAT much ))
<HansLynx> ::chuckles:: Let’s hope so. Guess we should let them make their phone calls?
<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Hans> Yikes! Too much information, buddy!))
<McGrath> Yes, I still am. :: turns away, picking up some tools and making some adjustments on another device :: You’ll need to return to Dark Kat, and remain incognito as your prior self. You’ll be perfectly situated to observe his actions and watch for any interaction from our “friend”
<FletchRyder> Of course. ::heading out of the room:: There’s nothing quite as refreshing as waking up a cranky lawyer in the middle of the night.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> And whot are you going to be doing in the meantime? ::goes acoherent and returns solid again, solid black fur and hair that’s slightly longer.::
<HansLynx> ::walks along with Fletch:: Have a thing against lawyers?
<McGrath> Running errands.
<FletchRyder> I thought it was sort of a pre-requisite to being a real cop. ::walking the halls::
<HansLynx> <Protocol> How am I to contact you if I learn of something? And vice versa.
<FletchRyder> ((<Protocol> Well, in that case, pick me up some milk while you’re out, and my dry-cleaning. <McGrath> ..))
<HansLynx> ::chuckles and shrugs a little:: Well some of them DO ruin the hard work we do.
<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))
<McGrath> :: points downward towards the floor :: Feel free to stop by regularly. I won’t risk contacting you during your “day-job.”
<FletchRyder> Some do for the right reasons, and some don’t. It’s the latter I don’t like.
<HansLynx> <Protocol>::chuckles at that:: Very well then. ::goes acoherent:: Anything else you need me for before I go?
<HansLynx> It’s the latter who usually wins out.
<McGrath> Yes. Don’t get caught.
<HansLynx> <Protocol> Oh please. Whot am I? New? ::zaps into nearby powerline and makes way towards Dark Kat’s lair::
<FletchRyder> An unfortunate fact of life, but that’s why we keep plugging away until they eventually run out of angles. ::enters cell block::
<McGrath> :: once Protocol leaves, leans back on the stack of crates and lets sleep overtake him ::
<HansLynx> ::enters cell block as well behind Fletch::
<HansLynx> ((and letting sleep win out is what’s happening to me. XD ::issa late:: Night you guys. ::will be here tomorrow, for never does anything on New Year’s eve night -g-::))
<FletchRyder> Alright boys, you each get one phone call. Try and keep it short and sweet so we’re not up all night. ::grabs phone from table and passes it through the bars::