2006-01-08

<HansLynx> 4 RPG… BEGIN!

<HansLynx> ::same day next day next week?::

<TashaForge> ::yay! so this same day I assume?::

<TrinaKorat> ::already sent that beaver back to the zoo. XD

<TashaForge> ::good! hrmm..same day so all these stakeouts can happen?::

<HansLynx> Well… ::watching the zoo taking off with the crazed beaver XD:: if there isn’t anymore wildlife in here, what say we go catch us a villain, Tasha? ::grins::

<FletchRyder> ::should it be same day but night time?::

<HansLynx> ::sounds good to this mun, Fletchmun::

<TrinaKorat> ::nighttime issa de’ fine!::

<FletchRyder> ::beavers don’t come out at night.. right?!::

<TashaForge> ::that sounds good!:: That sounds good to me. ::grins:: lets roll!

<HansLynx> Lead the way.

<TrinaKorat> ::only zombie beavers and A-A-A-Angry Be-eeavers! XD::

<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))

<SypherSK> ::is now busying himself checking out the damage to the desk… and listening to every word they say, of course::

<FletchRyder> ((lol! Dang, forgot about that show))

<TashaForge> ::heads out for her car then!:: wanna grab some quick burgers or something on the way? I’m starved. We can eat while we stake him out.

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::finished gathering her data and returning to report back to Rilth at the Desert Facility of DOOM and DESTRCUTION::

<TrinaKorat> ((::misses that show. Dangit, where sis all the good shows go?! ;_; ::))

<HansLynx> ((LOL I loved that one too. It’s on Toon Nick))

<TrinaKorat> ((Stupid cable companies and the extra prices they put for all the good channels. ><))

<SypherSK> ((::bets Rave doesn’t appreciate Sage calling him “sis”… and he probably doesn’t know where all the good shows went either:: ))

<HansLynx> ::laughs a bit:: Sure. I’m buying even.

<TrinaKorat> ((:DIES!::))

<HansLynx> ((::busts up::))

<TrinaKorat> ::so we waiting for Hard Drive to show outside in the car, Fletchmun?::

<HansLynx> ::gets in her car when they get thar!::

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))

<TashaForge> ::gets in with!:: alright! that sounds good. ::heads out once he’s securely in the car XD:: Where’s the best place thats quick?

* _Matt_ is now known as Rilth

<FletchRyder> ::yep, gets back into the car carrying a sack and two drinks:: Whew, it’s a little chilly out tonight. ::handing her one of the drinks and the bag as he shuts his door softly::

<HansLynx> I think there’s a Burger Hut on the way to the first address listed for Chop Shop.

<Rilth> :: at the desert facility awaiting the progress of the Cyberdemons ::

<TashaForge> alright. That works for me. ::heading that way!:: Lets hope we get lucky.

<SypherSK> ::looks around, is left alone?:

<HansLynx> With a good burger or finding Chop Shop? ::smirks::

<SypherSK> ((<Hertz> ::comes back into the room, all bandaged up from his “beaver-induced injuries” (that were actually inflicted by the other agents and himself):: Guess the two of us have the late shift, huh? <Sypher> ::reformat me now:: ))

<TrinaKorat> ::takes her drink:: Ah well. We’ll warm up once we tackle him to the ground. Thanks. ::takes a sip. Is in her pants uniform with a navy blue t-shirt and BPV, hair up inna ponytail::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::arrives via powerlines and what not in middle of room she and the others were at before::

<TashaForge> ::snorts:: Both. There’s nothing worse than a bad burger.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<HansLynx> ::chuckles and waits for her to pull up inna drive through somewheres::

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD::))

<Rilth> Upload all data to the mainframe, annalyze it, determine the most optimum technologies to utilize, and begin construction of the DARK ARMY (c). :: pauses for a moment :: Did any of you encounter Objective 2?

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::walks towards where Rilth tells her, placing hand on console to upload. eyes glow electric blue as she works on the tasks:: Negative.

<SypherSK> ::stands and ambles back along the hallway, surreptitiously checking for any remaining agents under the guise of looking for something to fix the desk with:

<TashaForge> ::pulls up! orders them burgers and fries and whatever else Hans there wants::

<FletchRyder> ::dressed likewise as Trina, with the exception of a black ballcap fixed over his head:: I swear to paw, if they put onions on this again… ::rooting through the sack and pulling out his burger:: Here’s yours. ::checking to make sure he grabs his, then offers Trina hers::

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::granted, it’s not like they’re going to have lumber around or anything, turns a corner and comes upon a stack of plywood piled at the end of the hall, kept there for quick patch jobs on the inevitable holes in the walls:: ))

<HansLynx> ::orders two MegaBurgers a large fry and a large choco shake!::

<TrinaKorat> Don’t like onions? ::takes her burger afer thanking him and unwraps it::

<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<TashaForge> ::whoa! growing boy hmm? XD geez. orders just a regular burger, fries and a sody. pulls around to pay the kat, getting money from Hans, and getting food stuffs:: Ready? They get everything?

<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))

<HansLynx> ::hands Tasha the money, taking their food and checking it:: Yep. Let’s go.

<SypherSK> ((::reads back over posts, snorks! read that Fletch was “dressed as Trina”:: ))

<FletchRyder> Not really. At least not in the quantity they usually slop on these grease patties. ::smirking, before chomping into his::

<TrinaKorat> ((:SOODEADSY!!!:: ))

<HansLynx> ::sets their cups in the cup holder there too. pulls out one of his burgers, and taking care not to drop anything on his lap or Tasha’s seat, munches::

<HansLynx> ((::busts up::))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<TashaForge> ::takes off! grabs her fries and eats while driving:: Okay so…if we see him we gonna bust him tonight or just watch or what?

<TrinaKorat> :chuckles:: Any type of vegetable in this thing is good enough for me. ::bites into hers, keeping an eye out towards the little hut where Hard Drive supposedly is:: You know? A place like that screams, “I live with my mother.” You notice there’s a flower bed?

<Rilth> :: processing the data as all the Cyberdemons upload, tilts head momentarily as if noticing an annomoly :: Unit 1333… Protocol. There is a descrepency in your completion time. Explain.

<HansLynx> We were told to just watch weren’t we? To find him?

<SypherSK> ::finding no one else, debates looking through the MBI’s paper files, he’s already seen most of what the computer has to offer, wonders if there’s anything more on paper and if it’s worth the risk at the moment::

<HansLynx> ((<Protocol> I’m number 1337! cause I’m leet!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD::))

<TashaForge> ::Smirks:: We were told….but I don’t always do what I”m told

<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!))

<SypherSK> ((::snorks!:: <Rilth> Records indicate that you are Unit 1333. <Protocol> I refuse to just be “Leee”.))

<FletchRyder> I did. ::mouth full of food, swallows it without hardly chewing:: Looks like it has a basement too, from the looks of those lower windows at the base. Bet you 3 to 1 that’s where our kat’s secret lair is.

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::continuing work on analyzing as she responds:: I encountered water after exiting the city’s powergrid just outside of the Defence Center. It took me ten minutes and 33 seconds to dry enough to return to my acoherent state and enter the building.

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<TrinaKorat> ::snorks:: Not to creative, is he? I wonder if Momma’s home? ::munches onna fry::

<Rilth> ((<Rilth> Where is Unit N00B at? <Protocol> He and Unit pwn3d are being disciplined by Unit Rockz0rz <Rilth> And what of Unit WTF ? <Protocol> He’s still confused ))

<HansLynx> ::grins at her:: Nor do I. Sooner we bust him, the sooner we can go after some bigger fish. ::takes a bite o’ burger::

<HansLynx> ((::dies both!!::))

<TashaForge> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::CHOKES::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<SypherSK> ((::DIIIIIIIIIIIIIES:: ))

<TashaForge> True that. ::pulls into an inconspicuous (sp? I know I butchered that word. lol!) place to watch:: Hand me my burger, please? ::sipping her soda::

<TrinaKorat> ((::goes wipe her comp. screen and her nose::))

<TashaForge> ((Look Everyone! Sagey went ‘splody! XD))

<TrinaKorat> ((Silence! ::duct tapes self::))

<HansLynx> ((laffs @ Sagey))

<FletchRyder> ::sips on his drink, giving a shrug:: Well, I only see one light on. Could be just him, just her, or both of them together. Kind of makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

<TashaForge> ((LOL! Ryder! “warm and fuzzy inside”))

<TrinaKorat> “Where did you get these diamond studded slippers, son?” “Internet, ma.”

<SypherSK> ((“Ebay, ma. Everything’s on Ebay.”))

<HansLynx> ::hands her said burger. takes a gulp of his shake and glances around::

<TrinaKorat> ((::DIES::))

<Rilth> Be more… cautious in the future than. A damaged Cyberdemon can cause just as much damage to its surroundings under the right circumstances. We wouldn’t want to attract any attention to ourselves.

<TashaForge> ::takes burger! starts munching as she glances around some:: No sign of him. You see any?

<Rilth> ((then^))

<HansLynx> ((LOL! Sounds like Timmy Turner. XD “Where’d you get that life like real working Crash Nebula outfit?” “Internet?” “Cool!”))

<FletchRyder> ::chuckles quietly at that, then sighs, glancing at his watch:: Well, we’ve been out here about an hour. Don’t think we missed him, do ya’?

<TrinaKorat> ((:DEAD FAIRLY ODD PARENTS!::))

<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!!))

<TrinaKorat> ::tosses her empty wrapper into the bag and finishes her drink:: Either that, or there’s an RPG going on tonight that has him glued to his keyboard. ((::drumroll crash:;))

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Affirmative. ::says keeping expression blank::

<HansLynx> No one’s home… doesn’t mean he’s not there. ::munches fries:: I say soon as we finish this meal, we go take a closer look.

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES Sagey!::))

<HansLynx> ((::DIES Sage XD::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Fletch> Whoa, what would be the odds!? <Trina> Got me.. let’s go mess with his hanging Kenshin scroll! <Fletch> Right on!))

<TashaForge> ::nods:: Agreed. And hope he’s not lurking at his other home tonight.

<Rilth> ((<Prison> :: is Hard Drive’s other home ::))

<SypherSK> ((<Hard Drive> ::is, in fact, playing in THIS RPG, frowns as he reads that line on-screen:: Huh… It’s almost like they’re talking about me… but that’s silly. ::later, once he’s busted:: <Trina> Anyone seen Agent Lamb? He’s been missing ever since we busted Hard Drive.))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOOODEAD:: Oh, sure. Mock me, Kutlerz. XD <Kutlass> Mocking would be me saying that Hard Drive is sitting on Trina and calling her short))

<HansLynx> ((::dying y’all::))

<FletchRyder> Well, either way, there’s nothing going on out here. ::finishing up his fries::

<TrinaKorat> ((:SOOOOODEAD::))

<TashaForge> ((::JUSTDEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((LOLall!))

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::wonders how closely he’s observing her and what she’s doing… wants to upload some information on this Rilth::

<Rilth> ((<Kutlass> … and surprisingly comfortable. ))

<TrinaKorat> ::checks her watch:: Well, shall we wait about ten minutes so we can digest our food?

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<HansLynx> If he’s at his other place, we’ll just have to go there too.

<Rilth> ((Perhaps you should evaluate whether or not your likeness resembles a chair, barstool, recliner, or any other type of “sitting-on” object. ))

<SypherSK> ::finds a perfectly sized book to prop the desk up with, then goes to collect his vacuum cleaner… and vacuum/check out some offices::

<TrinaKorat> ((::RAZZMATT::))

<TashaForge> ((oooooo I think that was an attempt at an insult!))

<Rilth> ((It’s a genuine concern. I care XD ))

<TashaForge> Sure. why not. i didn’t plan on sleeping anytime soon. ::smirks. polishes off her burger, tossing her trash in the bag then leaning back in her seat::

<SypherSK> ((<Matt> If you’re in pain, I want to help. <Sage> ::truly not sure which way to take that:: ))

<HansLynx> ((::laughs!:: If she makes the Geddup Noise when she moves, then I say Rave wasn’t wrong for thinking she was a stool.))

<Rilth> ((::snorks::))

<TashaForge> ((::diiies!:: <Matt>::sniffles:: such a wonderful friend, RPG host, and above all….a soft chair. we shall miss her….))

<FletchRyder> ::looks over at her:: Sure, what’s ten more minutes.

<TrinaKorat> Don’t worry. I won’t bore you to death. ::grins::

<HansLynx> ::had a bit more to eat than she did. finishes up, only some of his shake remaining. tosses his trash in the main bag too. sets it on floor under his legs there. dusts paws off:: Ahhh, good eats. I can feel my choresterol rising a few more points. ::grins:: Ready to take a closer look?

<Rilth> :: addresses all of the gathered Cyberdemons :: Now, begin the data analsys and begin construction as soon as possible :: turns on a heel and withdraws from the area ::

<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Sure. gotta work off all that fat I just took in before it settles at my tail end. ::gets out quietly, shutting her door as softly as possible::

<FletchRyder> ::offers a small smile back at her, then turns back to looking out his windshield:: Well, if that’s a promise..

<SypherSK> ::vacuums his way into the first office, checking for cameras::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::noting Rilth exiting, she grins. glances at her fellow cyberbeings a moment then moves from the console. glances about the room to see if that signal blocking command overide device thingamabob is laying about::

<Rilth> ((<MBI Cameras> :: are in the same class as the original moving picture cameras, complete with a helper monkey turning the crank ::))

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::is later called to Mark’s office:: <Mark> Agent Greypaw… Is it customary for you to vacuum in the dark? ::shows camera footage of a dark shape vacuuming away in each office:: <Sypher> ::curses… CyberKat vision being what it is, forgot to turn the lights on:: ))

<HansLynx> ::gets the car quietly, stealthy like makes way down the rest of the block towards the house. lights are all out there at the address::

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: So you’re enjoying MKC so far?

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!both))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))

<HansLynx> ((::DIES::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOODEAD!!!::))

<TashaForge> ::going with! keeping an eye out for any approaching vehicles and whatnot. makes it to said residence and moves to the side of a window, peeking in from the side::

<Rilth> <Cyberdemons> :: start going about their business in the desert facility, accessing computer terminals, etc. ::

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD monkey:: <Sypher> ::bribes monkeys with donuts… this is a tricky business… the monkeys are more than happy to help him, but they’re inherently untrustworthy as their loyalty shifts depending on the size of the donut:: ))

<FletchRyder> It’s changed alot in four years, but I suppose I still like it.

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Rilth> ((::dies::))

<TrinaKorat> Yeah. Same old attempts to take over the world. Never gets old.

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOODEAD::))

<HansLynx> ::leaning against the house, ears perked, listening for any signs of activity. peers in various windows quickly. quietly to her:: Doesn’t seem to be anyone home…

<FletchRyder> ::smirks:: Nope, just a tad more dangerous each time.

<TrinaKorat> I suppose you get used to it.

<TashaForge> ::nods. whispers:: I don’t think so either unless he has a hidden room. Shall we try to see or stake out his other house?

<FletchRyder> Yeah, you better, or you’re dead.

<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::looks and scans the area to see if Rilth is anywhere as she accesses her terminal again::

<HansLynx> Hmm… we can try the other place. If it’s a no go we’ll return here tomorrow.

<SypherSK> ::finding no cameras, checks out the office… dunno whose it would be::

<Rilth> :: is seemingly gone :: <Terminal> :: is accessible ::

<TashaForge> Alright. ::starts creeping back towards the car with him!::

<TrinaKorat> Oh yeah. ::chuckles, then checks her watch:: Well, food all digested?

<FletchRyder> As much as possible. I’ll be spending a little more time in the gym tomorrow.

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::accesses it then, searching for files and any other information that may possibly be on Rilth::

<HansLynx> ::goes back to the car and gets in. buckling up ‘n all::

* Rilth is now known as _Terminal_

<TrinaKorat> ::smirks:: You any good at sparring?

<HansLynx> ((Rilth got demoteeeed))

<TashaForge> ::gets in as well! buckles up and heads out for the other place:: lets hope he’s at home at the the other residence.

<TashaForge> ((LOL!))

<FletchRyder> ::blinks at that, slow to respond:: .. Yes.

<TrinaKorat> Really. So you’re saying you can kick my tail inna two by three?

<_Terminal_> :: displays various data related to Rilth, with first sightings, notes on administrative authority, etc., but nothing particularly relevent. No data on origin, but command level is higher than the standard underling. Highly unusual ::

<HansLynx> ::slurrrrps up rest of his shake:: Indeed.

<TashaForge> ::sips her sody:: So, your father ever figure out you took his porche the other day?

<FletchRyder> Well.. that’s hard to say, ma’am, we’ve never.. what exactly are you getting at? ::somewhat puzzled look::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::frowns at this as she saves this information to memory. searches for anything else that may be of intrest or of relevancy for the future::

<TrinaKorat> ::takes out her gun and checks the magazine:: Nothing beyond I challenge you to a sparring match during our next shift.

<HansLynx> ::smirks:: Yes. He was a bit annoyed but since it was brought back in one piece and used for work, he let it slide.

<FletchRyder> ((<Prot> Ooh, Rilth’s secret recipe to *The Perfect Taco*! No wonder he’s got Dark Kat eating out of his hand!))

<TashaForge> ::laughs:: I see. Well at least he didn’t disown you.

<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!!!:: <Rilth> :alas, his secret was shortlived when Dark Kat accidentally sat on him::))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!:: <Prot> Lessee here..its got beef, lettuce, tomatoe, onion, cheese, secret sauce, peppers, banannas? olives, celery? chicken….pork…shrimp….sour cream…ragu sauce, beans…geez! No wonder he’s so gassy!))

<HansLynx> Naaaah. Have to do worse for that.

<HansLynx> ((::DIES EW::))

<FletchRyder> …Okay. ::takes on a sort of wry grin::

<TrinaKorat> ((::FALLS OVER!:: <Prot> Bean-o? ::offers::))

<SypherSK> ((::snorks!::))

<TashaForge> ::snickers. pulls into place outside the other residence::

<TashaForge> ((LOL!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<_Terminal_> :: does mention the dates of upcoming staff meetings, of which Rilth, Dark Kat, and others will be in attendance ::

<SypherSK> ((<Protocol> ::notes that the “staff” consists of Dark Kat, Rilth and the taco delivery man:: ))

<TrinaKorat> ::returns it with a smirk, then reholsters her handgun on her chest holster::

<TrinaKorat> Ready?

<TashaForge> ((::diiiies!::))

<HansLynx> <other residence>::is not a residence but a warehouse. mun dupid and didn’t mention XD unfortunately, it’s the same warehouse in which Ryder, Stormcrow ‘n Hans encountered Chop Shop at last time. borded up for repairs, and put up for sale XD:: … well I thought this was another warehouse…

<FletchRyder> ::nods at her firmly, suddenly down to business::

<TashaForge> ::Sighs. shakes head:: I seriously doubt he’d be stupid enough to come back here. Don’t you think?

<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::dowloads this information to her memory as well, all the while multitasking on anylization and keeping an eye on what the cyberdemons are doing to keep up with them <Hmmm…> searches for names on these “others”::

<TrinaKorat> ::so much for her plan of scaring the daylights outta HD, suddenly worried about his mother of all people. Ah well. Gets outta the car and heads towards the hut::

<HansLynx> Not with it being in such horrible shape. Least the plane seems gone. ::smirks::

<SypherSK> ::a brief skimming of the files on the desk – as he meticulously straightened them and settled them exactly 1 and 3 quarters inches from the edge of the desk on all sides – has revealed nothing terribly pertinent, moves on to the next office::

<TashaForge> Plane? ::eyeing the building::

<FletchRyder> ::follows right behind her, scanning the surrounding area and watching their six as they approach the front::

<TashaForge> ((brb!))

<TrinaKorat> ::knocknocks on the door::

<HansLynx> <file of McGrath’s on alla the villains and their whereabouts>::is laying on a table that Sypher will next encounter::

<HansLynx> ::Tasha ‘n I left it out, moops!::

<HansLynx> ((ok!))

<FletchRyder> ::as they wait for the door, murmurs to Trina:: So, we’re just going to ask if Hard Drive can come out and play with us downtown?

<SypherSK> ::notes the file as he enters the next office, picks it up and flips through it::

<TrinaKorat> And, if he doesn’t, we’ll just have to go downstairs and disconnect his ‘net connection.

<TrinaKorat> <HD’s Momma> Yes? ;:opening door, issa burly woman inna flowered dress and slippers with glasses::

<HansLynx> <villains>::from low lives to supervillains in there. Dark Kat however is not. looks like the one on Chop Shop is sticking out some unevenly from the rest::

<TashaForge> ((back!))

<TrinaKorat> ((WB!))

<_Terminal_> :: reports several names, one of which includes a Jack Spinner – NSA Agent ::

<SypherSK> ::tugs Chop Shop’s entry out and reads it over quickly::

<FletchRyder> ::stands up straight as Mama opens the door::

<HansLynx> ((<Fletch> Hello, Mrs. Rowesoft? <HD’s momma> Yes? <Trina> Is Mike Rowesoft here? <HD’s momma> Ooooh Mike isn’t home right now, he’s out helping at a soup kitchen the sweetie! <Fletch and Trina> ::raise brow. soon after talking with her leave:: <HD’s momma> ::shuts door and laughs evily:: My boy! Becomin’ a real villain having agents at the door! :;sniffles:: So proud…))

<TrinaKorat> <Oh, good kats…> <HDMomma> May I help you youngsters?

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!!!!::))

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> Yes.. ::not meaning to speak before the Lt, but does anyway XD:: We’re here to see your son, ma’am.

<_Terminal_> ((<Dark Kat> At least I don’t live with my mother… anymore… ))

<HansLynx> <Chop Shop’s file>::has alla the info on him, mun not sure if this DK has that information or not. nothing else out of the ordinary, tho under the files are a folder with Tasha ‘n Hans’ assignment::

<TashaForge> Plane? ::eyeing the building. repost for Hans mun if she missed earlier::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Dark Kat> She just stopped doing my laundry, and moved out of the country, so I knew it was time to find a place of my own.))

<TrinaKorat> <HDMomma> Ohhhh! Are you part of his Live RPG thingy? He’s never had friends over before! Such creative costumes, too! Aren’t you cute! ::pinches Ryder’s cheek::

<TrinaKorat> ::hand to face::

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<HansLynx> Yeah, ::explains how last time he ‘n Ryder ‘n LS took Chop Shop down there lol he was trying to take off in a suped up jet/chopper thingy yeyus::

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEDA!::))

<_Terminal_> ((<Hard Drive> Moooooooom! It’s called Cosplay. We’ve been over this a thousand times :: sounds a bit nasally :: ))

<HansLynx> ((::dies all!::))

<TashaForge> ::blinks:: um..okay. well..shall we at least take a peek in there while we are here?

<SypherSK> ::sets down the first folder and reads over the assignment folder… well, at least he can relay the Megs’ current activities::

<TashaForge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOODEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> Uh-::cheek pinched, should drop her on the floor right then and charge her with assaulting an officer:: Ma’am, if you could just take us to him.. ::trying to pull back from her hand::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> <Jack Spinner… getting the NSA to search for McGrath too are you, Dark Kat?>

<TrinaKorat> <HDMomma> Oh, of course! He’s down in the basement! Do come in! ::then hollers:: Aloysius, honey!!!! Your friends are here!!!!

<HansLynx> ::shrugs:: Might as well. ::exits her car and carefully makes way to the damaged warehouse::

<TrinaKorat> ::cheeks inflate at the name::

<_Terminal_> :: files are oddly devoid of McGrath, name, and description not available. As if they’ve been purposely left out… or removed ::

<HansLynx> ((<HDMomma> Who want’s milk and cookieeees? <HD>::getting handcuffed:: I do! THEY DO TOO TAKE SOME! ::stalling:: ))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD::))

<TashaForge> ::gets out as well! heads that way with him! peeking in any cracks or windows or what have you around the building::

<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ::has a less than happy look on his face as he rubs his cheek, mouthing the name to Trina questioningly as they enter::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::confused on that, why nothing on him turns up… curious does a search for herself, using her unit number 1333 first and then Protocol::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::also Ana Lytikat::

<HansLynx> Careful, what’s left of this might be unstable. ::going inside. large hole that used to be a roof lets the moonlight shine in::

<SypherSK> ((<Mama> ::gets no answer, calls again… no answer:: Aloysius Ignatius Giovanni, answer me! <Trina> ::cheeks are so puffed she’s about to float away like a balloon::))

<TrinaKorat> ::does it about the same time as Fletch::

<HansLynx> ((::DIIIES!!::))

<_Terminal_> :: displays the current timeline’s available data. Nothing out of the ordinary… with the exception of the data being simeltaniously accessed by someone else at the moment too ::

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!!!::))

<TashaForge> ((::soooodead!::))

<TrinaKorat> <HDMomma> Have fun! ::heads to the kitchen::

<TashaForge> ::nods as she goes inside. looking around and frowning some:: Abandoned…great…now we get to hope he shows up to that other place.

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::stiffens a moment, goes to see who is also acessing the file, tracing::

<SypherSK> ::sends on what information he’s learned::

<_Terminal_> :: displays :: “Unit 9997 – Rilth”

<TrinaKorat> … Wow. ::heads towards basement:

<HansLynx> ((<Sypher>::goes on and on on many pages worth about the Beaver battle. then as a side note mentioned the MBI’s activities that’s a paragraph long:: ))

<FletchRyder> Yeah. ::follows after her::

<_Terminal_> ((<Sypher> It was, in a word, epic :: wipes a tear :: ))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::immediately backs out of the files and attempts to cover her tracks by deleting her time and date of access::

<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!both))

<TrinaKorat> ::goes on downstairs, fiiiiiinds HD typing away atta comp:

<HansLynx> Well that’s good though, at least we only have one address to watch. ::smiles at her::

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))

<TashaForge> True. Well, lets go. we can check back tomorrow. maybe set up longer or something. ::heading out of the building now::

<FletchRyder> ((<HD> ::giggling, suddenly belts out:: SOO GOOD! Teehee! ::spots the Megs:: Uh.. this isn’t what it looks like! <Trina> On the ground! <Fletch> Mouse where we can see it!))

<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!!::))

<_Terminal_> <Rilth> :: returns to the main staging area to find it a busy, bustling scene :: Status Report.

* _Terminal_ is now known as Rilth

<Rilth> <Terminal> :: does its best comply ::

<FletchRyder> ::peers at Hard Drive as they descend, clearing his throat to catch his attention:: You know, sitting that close is bad for your eyes.

<HansLynx> ::nods and heads out of the building with Tasha. yaaawns and stretches. puts arm around her shoulders as they go to the car. -g-::

<HansLynx> ::yes. performed the Greg Brady move::

<TrinaKorat> <HD> ::jumps!, then yells:: MOOOOOOOM! I thought I said….! ::freezes::

<TashaForge> ::blinks. smirks at him:: I didn’t think fraternizing on the clock was allowed?

<Rilth> ((<Hard Drive> So is looking with your mouth full! <Fletch> … that doesn’t make any sense. <Hard Drive> Exactly! ))

<TrinaKorat> Heeeeeeeeey, Aloysius… ::smirks, stands in front of him, arms crossed:: How’s life treating ya?

<HansLynx> <cyberdemons>::each in turn report on which weapons and transport they’ve accessed and analyzed will be best for Dark Kat’s Army::

<TrinaKorat> ((::DIES::))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<HansLynx> I thought it was in the office. ::returns her smirk::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Yes but sometimes the office is out here on the streets.

<SypherSK> ((<Rilth> ::turns to Protocol:: Unit 1333, report. <Protocol> I… We should amass an army of beavers! Data recently transmitted by Sypher indicates they could bring the MBI to its knees.))

<Rilth> Excellent. Proceed with the construction. :: turns head to look in Protocol’s direction :: Unit 1333, come with me.

<FletchRyder> ::scanning the basement, checking for any alterior exits besides the basement door and a few small windows near the ceiling::

<HansLynx> ((::DEEAD!!::))

<HansLynx> ((<Rilth> ::looks at her strangely:: <Protocol>::can’t hold it in anymore and busts up laughing at her report, blowing her cover::))

<TrinaKorat> <HD> W…who are you people?! I didn’t do anythin’!

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!both))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> We’re with the MBI, and we’re here to bring you in on multiple charges of theft and property damage.

<HansLynx> Well I’m… taking a break then. ::goes into her car once they reach it::

<HansLynx> ((<HD> Whoah… who thought what I did in Toon Town actually happened out in real life!))

<TashaForge> ((::Dying!::))

<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::nods and goes over to Rilth, ready to follow::

<TashaForge> ::busts up at him. gets in the car with and starts it up. heading back for HQ:: A break this close to quitting time? My my..you are as lazy as I am. ::grins::

<TrinaKorat> <HD> “MBI?” What, you’re with those guys who see aliens? I haven’t seen any aliens!

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD HD!::))

<HansLynx> ((LOL! <Fletch> Shut up before we flashy thingy you! <Trina> Wha- <Fletch>::nudges her to play along::))

<SypherSK> ::finding nothing else interesting, properly vacuums the office and moves on::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<HansLynx> ::snickers and grins at her:: How much longer are you on duty anyway? ::buckles up ‘n all. glad his desk and the office room will be sparkly clean when he returns! -g-::

<FletchRyder> ::narrows eyes instead of rolling them:: Will you come with us willingly or cause us to forcibly remove you from the premises?

<TashaForge> Actually…as soon as I’m back I’m signing out and I’m gone for the night. I’ve been on duty all day.

<HansLynx> And you doing anything after that or heading home?

<TashaForge> Heading home I suppose. Nothing going on really. Why?

<TrinaKorat> <HD> B…But I haven’t… <Trina> We can do this the hard way, too. ::reaches for her gun:: <HDMomma> Aloysius!!! DO YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS WANT COOKIES?!!?!?

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::yay! made someone happy!:: <Mark> ::on the other hand, is appalled… the dust gave it character! besides that, he was going for a world record for the depth of dust:: ))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<HansLynx> ((::rollin’ y’all::))

<FletchRyder> ::fur on end, wheels around, drawing his gun, before realizing its only his mother. mutters something under his breath::

<HansLynx> ::shrugs:: Well we’ve had dinner, how about a late movie or something?

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::lead away, Raggy, I mean Rilth. XD::

<TashaForge> ((<HDMom> I HEARD THAT! NO SWEARING IN THIS HOUSE! <Ryder> ..how did she? <HD> I do not know. She’s just good like that))

<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Sy> ::discovered that nearly all the agents aren’t brown, but in fact have white fur. they’ve just been trudging through all that built up dust until he arrived::))

<TrinaKorat> ::calls up:: No thaaa-anks! ::then turns to HD:: You want us to tell mother where you’re going? <HD> ::issa putting on a coat::

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!!!::))

<Rilth> For redundancy’s sake, I’ll mention this, and if you don’t understand, then simply disregard. :: faces away from her :: You’re helping him. Why you are, I cannot understand, but it’s not my place to understand. If you’re planning on undermining Dark Kat’s operation, I won’t interfere. This is not my goal, but merely another role I’ve been forced to play.

<HansLynx> ((::DIES Tasha::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<HansLynx> ((::dead Fletch!::))

<TashaForge> ::smiles:: I’d like that. I’ve not been to the movies in ages. Or seen one for that matter if you were referring to watching one at one of our places.

<FletchRyder> Hey, ::turning back to him quickly:: Let me see that coat before you put it on.

<HansLynx> <Protocol> I only am to serve the creator and those he appoints in positions of authority over us. ::replies, looking at Rilth seriously::

<HansLynx> It doesn’t matter. If you aren’t up for a movie out at the theatre, we can pick up a DVD and go to either your place or mine to watch.

<TashaForge> Maybe just grab something then? I wanna get comfy and those theater seats are not comfy at all.

<TrinaKorat> <HD> ::gives them a small smirk:: Sure. <Trina> ::Arches a brow;:

<HansLynx> I think they make them that way to keep you awake if you’re in a boring flick. ::grins:: After we sign out, we can go get a DVD then.

<TashaForge> Alright. That sounds great. Your place or my place?

<FletchRyder> ::quickly strides over to him, attempting to jerk the coat away from him::

<Rilth> :: notes her reply :: However, should you interfere in my affairs relating to more… personal projects, you will find yourself yet another construct short. :: turns to face her :: Likewise, I would question any missing memory files. The truth is ever so harsh :: gestures her away :: You are dismissed.

<TrinaKorat> <HD> Have a seat! ::powers up!:: <Trina> Ryder, move outta the way! :runs towards him:: <HD> ::sends a blast towards Trina and sends her into a wall::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Why are you aiding the creator? ::asks carefully, a question her past self very well may have asked at this point in time::

<Rilth> ((<Trina> :: is KOFC – Knocked Our For Convenience XD :))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ::recoils hand as the coat suddenly surges:: Lietenant! ::growls, turning to HD, leveling his gun::

<HansLynx> Hmm… how about mine? There’s a place a couple blocks from it.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!! and of course Lieutenant wasn’t spelled correctly))

<TrinaKorat> <HD> You two are law enforcement agents? HA! ::sends another blast::

<TashaForge> Sure. Sounds great. only you’ll have to wait for me. I wanna change into something other than a uniform. ::smirks::

<HansLynx> That’s fine. ::smiles:: I need to change back into my civvies as well.

<FletchRyder> ::ducks and rolls, ending up behind some sort of furniture::

<Rilth> To… expediate events.

<HansLynx> I’ll wait for you at the lobby when you’re ready.

<TashaForge> Alright. that sounds good. ;:pulls up at HQ again. gets out and heads inside::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> The creator’s goals? ::playing ignorant::

<SypherSK> ::innocently vacuuming::

<Rilth> That would be a correct statement.

<HansLynx> <Protocol> What will be done to the biological you request for your second objective?

<TrinaKorat> <Trina> ::runs behind a pillar, taking out her gun:: <HDMomma> Aloysius! Be sure to play fair, okay? And, try to not make so much noise! I’m heading to watch “As the Fur Flies! I heard Andrea marries Billy’s second cousin tonight!”

<HansLynx> ::yey! gets out and heads inside as well:: Wow, they sure got things cleaned up after that beaver already.

<TrinaKorat> <HD> I GET IT, MA! ::yelling this back::

<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::))

<TashaForge> ((::DYING!::)

<FletchRyder> ::growls, is gonna’ pop a cap in momma after sonny-boy if she keeps up at this rate. takes advantage of his distraction and fires a few shots at HD::

<TashaForge> yeah they did. ::looking around. goes to sign out:: I’ll meet you here in a minute. ::smiles. goes to locker rooms to change!::

<HansLynx> Okay! ::signs out as well. goes down the hallway, passing wherever Sypher is as he heads to the tom’s lockers::

<TrinaKorat> <HD> :laughing: You two are pathetic. ::zappies out to let the bullets embed in the wall::

<TrinaKorat> Crud… ::looks around wildly::

<Rilth> That’s been made clear.

<TashaForge> ::in proper amount of time, ventures out. In some grey jogging pants, white tank top and grey jacket with white tennis shoes. Hair all pulled up in a pony tail. goes and waits on him in the lobby unless he already there::

<SypherSK> ::shaking the vacuum cleaner wand, thinks something weird is caught in it::

<FletchRyder> Shoot! ::standing up quickly, looking around the room for any light sources and electrical outlets::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::going through options she is:: Who else do you serve besides the creator in this… role you are forced to play?

<TrinaKorat> :growls: You okay?

<FletchRyder> ((<Sy> ::as he’s shaking the vacuum wand, accidently gets it stuck on Hans’s head:: <Hans> AHH!))

<TashaForge> ((LOL!!!))

<HansLynx> ((::dies::))

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::pokes at a rather large lump in the hose:: What is…? <Lump> ::hisses:: <Sypher> ::frowns, this had better not be another beaver, disassembles the wand and hose and tries to look down the hose, hears a faint sound and then is hit with a blast of something that smells horribly and burns worse:: *later* <Trina> ::to Hertz:: And, you know nothing about the skunk that attacked Agent Greypaw? <Hertz> I… maybe.))

<FletchRyder> Yeah, you? ::shuffling over to her, gun poised::

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD Fletch::))

<HansLynx> ::changes and is in civvies now, black pants and red shirt, black shoes. stops noting Sypher in there:: Having problems, Greypaw?

<TrinaKorat> ((:SOOOOOOODEAD!!::))

<TashaForge> ((::Soooodead!::))

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<HansLynx> ((::DEAD::))

<Rilth> I believe that you already knwo the answer to that question.

<TrinaKorat> I swear if he shows up again I’m shoving that keyboard up his nose.

<SypherSK> I believe I have sucked up something too large.

<FletchRyder> So you think he’s left?

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Why are you serving this other besides the creator then?

<HansLynx> ::hopes Tasha’s not out already, goes in to give Sy a hand:: Here, need me to take a look?

<TashaForge> ::is! waiting on j00! hasn’t been out long though so go ahead with him XD::

<TrinaKorat> ::looks around: I don’t know… <HD> ::appears behind Fletch:: Boo. ::zaps him on the back of the neck like a static-y pop::

<SypherSK> ::has flipped the vacuum cleaner, being smarter than his mun who has wrestled futiley with a shopvac for several minutes before thinking to do so:: Oh. Thank you. ::lets him look::

<SypherSK> ((::flipped it OFF even: ))

<HansLynx> ::takes it up and lays it on a nearby desk. looks underneath it and reaches in with fingers to see if something is under it that way::

<FletchRyder> Argh! ::crumples onto his hands and knees, pain of the shock immediately searing through him::

<HansLynx> ::you can always come find me if I take too long, daaaahlink. -g-::

<Rilth> Because your creator did not create me.

<TrinaKorat> ::opens fire!:: <HD> ::zaps out again: You two are just too much fun! <Trina> ::runs and kneels next to Fletch:: You okay?

<TashaForge> ::glances at watch. rolls eyes and goes to see where he is! notes him with greypaw though:: Whats going on, guys?

<SypherSK> I seem to have jammed something in the vacuum cleaner.

<HansLynx> <Protocol> If it was not for his technology, you would not have been created at all. So in a sense he did have a part in your creation. But why serve those who are not here to order you around?

<FletchRyder> Augh!.. paw.. dangit.. ::through clenched teeth, twitching a little as the electricity runs it’s course through him then wears off:: I’m going to short-circuit that little geek. ::as he picks up his gun from the floor and slowly gets back to his feet::

<HansLynx> Not there… ::dusts off paw and then checks the hose, peering in::

<HansLynx> ((Nothing^ there))

<TashaForge> Hmm…Gotta be careful about some things being too big to go in those things. I learned that the hard way. ::smirks at Sy::

<TrinaKorat> :helps him up:: <HD> ::lurking in the wires:: <Fire extinguisher> ::is near the base of the steps::

<SypherSK> ::faintly sheepish look::

<Rilth> That is a temporary situation. The more pertinent question is why serve McGrath?

<HansLynx> <Protocol> I do not SERVE him. ::smirks now::

<HansLynx> ::anything in the vac hose?::

<FletchRyder> ::helped up, then heads for the stairs:: We need a better position. ::spots the fire extinguisher and grabs it up on his way there:: He can only attack us from two possible locations if we stay towards the top of the stairs.

<SypherSK> ::probably… has no real plan for anything important to pop out of there, but if anyone does, please feel free::

<SypherSK> ((<Sypher> ::blinks as a large, marble-like object rolls free:: What is…? <Hans> My spare glass eye! <Tasha> Glass eye???))

<FletchRyder> ((<Hans> ::suddenly grabbed and pulled in, starts screaming:: Dust Bunnies!! Save yourselves!))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<TrinaKorat> ::blinks, rather confused, but follows him::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!glass eye))

<TrinaKorat> a((::DEAD::))

<HansLynx> ::no tribbles then -g-:: Ah here we are… ::takes out a wadded up piece of paper.:: Hmm… looks like someone wasn’t watching where they were vaccumming (sp?!).

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD dustbunnies::))

<HansLynx> ((::diies::))

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Whot reward awaits you should you aid those who created you, Rilth?

<TashaForge> Gotta be careful where you vaccum. Stuff like that don’t go in very well.

<SypherSK> ::blinks:: It must have been under the edge of the desk.

<Rilth> The best reward of all – success.

<TrinaKorat> ::stays next to Ryder, leans against the wall with her gun down::

<FletchRyder> ((<Paper> ::is a ransom not from the beaver, saying he wants coon’s head on a platter before he returns all the bureau’s donuts::))

<HansLynx> <Protocol> … you can’t be serious.

<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!:))

<SypherSK> ((LOL!))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))

<HansLynx> Why have they got you cleaning anyway, Greypaw? ::puts hose back in place, sets vaccuum off the desk::

<HansLynx> ::on the floor::

<FletchRyder> ::back to Trina, watching down the stairs, hoping she’s got the top of the stairs covered:: You’ve got three seconds to show yourself or we start plugging holes in your suped up computer over there, Hard Drive!

<SypherSK> That is all I have been assigned to do thus far.

<HansLynx> Have you been partnered up?

<Rilth> Why then do you continue with your objective then?

<SypherSK> ((Well, Agent Hertz also instructed me to learn French, but I am already fluent.))

<SypherSK> Not yet.

<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Because my objective is benificial to myself on a personal level. Yours gives you nothing in return, save the … feeling of pride, if you even can feel such things.

<TashaForge> You should talk to the director then and see if he’ll put you on something more than cleanup duty.

<HansLynx> ((LOL!!))

<TrinaKorat> <HD> Oooooooh I’m soooooo scaaaaared!

<SypherSK> ::nods, thinks that would benefit his mission as well… tho’ cleaning has had its benefits::

<Rilth> And just how would you personally benefit?

<FletchRyder> ::takes out his gun and shoots a nice size hole right dab in the middle of his monitor, before holstering it to better hold the fire extinguisher:: I’m sorry, I wasn’t counting aloud.

<TrinaKorat> ::eyes wide:: <Geez….> ((::mun cries IRL. Bets HD’s compy is the best out there in the market and Fletch just blew it up::))

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Oh come now, how do you think? I do not want your creators destroying or enslaving us all.

<HansLynx> ((::laughs Sagey!::))

<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))

<HansLynx> We’re all agents anyway, and I think Miss Merle is supposed to be doing some of that, isn’t she? ::not sure::

<FletchRyder> ((XD!! Fletch wouldn’t know a high end computer from an E-machine))

<TashaForge> I think she is. Though I’ve not seen her in a couple of days.

<TrinaKorat> <HD> Awwww… I guess I”m just gonna have to “buy” a new one! ::lingers along the electrical outlets around the stairs::

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))

<SypherSK> I am not sure.

<Rilth> :: smiles :: If that is what you wish to believe, then so be it. I won’t disuade your misguided agenda, because I won’t need to. He will do it for me.

<FletchRyder> ::eyes narrow, senses completely alert::

<HansLynx> ::nods:: Nor have I. I think her shift is different than ours as of late. ::looks at Sypher:: You take care now, and don’t forget to mention to the superiors about you wanting to get a real assignment. The squeaky wheel always gets the grease.

<HansLynx> <Protocol> ::quirks brow:: He who?

<TrinaKorat> ::does the same, growling lowly:: <HD> You know, for Enforcers, you two are pretty bad. <Trina> ::feels a vein starting to form on her forehead: <Not Enforcers… NOT ENFORCERS!>

<HansLynx> ((<Protocol> Who Dark Kat? He’s a big overgrown stinky fugly horribly dressed freak who’s not as smart as he thinks he is and he’s standing right behind me isn’t he?))

<Rilth> Your friend, if you can call him that.

<SypherSK> ((::DEAD!::)

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD))

<SypherSK> ::nods:: Thank you. I will.

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<TashaForge> Yeah, get them to give you some action. ::gives a lil wave before heading off with Hans::

<SypherSK> ::waves back::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> My agenda is not misguided. If anything your’s is. It’s a shame to find cyberbeings across the galaxy are also enslaved to work for biological masters.

<FletchRyder> ::silent, listening for the source of the voice. slowly looks down towards his feet::

<SypherSK> ((And, there, I’d better head out for the night.))

<TrinaKorat> <HD> ::is cackling, tho’ the sparking is starting to be shown in an outlet between them::

<TashaForge> ((maww nights Kris! ::huggles::))

<SypherSK> ((Nights, guys!))

<TrinaKorat> (Night!))

* SypherSK has quit IRC (Quit: You’re not weird and neither am I. We’re just gifted and people are jealous.)

<Rilth> Gratitude more accurately describes the scenario, but think what you will. Your dislike of myself and what I stand for remains misguided, when the source of your peril is far more localized to this planet.

<HansLynx> ((d’oh missed ‘er))

<FletchRyder> ::slowly, cautiously turns his eyes behind him, still scanning the stairs by their feet::

<HansLynx> ::goes off with Tasha now and to his car:: Follow me?

<TashaForge> Sure. I’ll be right behind you. Don’t drive slow. ::grins. goes to her car and climbs in!::

<TrinaKorat> ::perks her ears, then feels a small zap on her heel even through her boot:: Ow. ::whispered::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> You mean Dark Kat?

<Rilth> Hardly. This whole situation wouldn’t have ever come to fruition if it wasn’t for your friend.

<FletchRyder> ::about the time Trina speaks, spots the sparking inbetween them. spins, and fires the extinguisher upon the small outlet::

<HansLynx> ::laughs at that, gets in his own car and soon pulls out, making way for the movie rental::

<TashaForge> ::follows! right behind him all the way!::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Excuse me? He came back to prevent all of this. YOU are the one who is bringing this situation to fruitation. ::folds her arms::

<Rilth> Only because the deal did not turn in his organization’s favor.

<HansLynx> ::fweeee doesn’t drive slow, but obeys speed limits XD soon reaches said place and exits his caaaah after parking::

<TrinaKorat> <HD> HEY! ::outlet sparks:: <Trina> :leaps over the stair handle as she sees the bulb in the middle of the room sparking as well::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::suspicious look:: Whot do you mean…?

<TashaForge> :;exits as well! goes over to walk in with him:: So whats out thats good? Anything at all?

<FletchRyder> ::shuts off the fire extinguisher a moment, turning to look where Trina’s going::

<HansLynx> Hmm… not sure. What flick you in the mood for?

<HansLynx> ::enters the store with her and goes to new releases section::

<TashaForge> I have no clue. ::laughs:: I’ve not even really been aware of what new stuff is out.

<Rilth> He was, is and will always remain an agent of the NSA, it’s past, present and future. You think it is mere coincidence that he enlisted with the MBI after *Cybkerkats* had become commonplace?

<HansLynx> <Protocol> No… I assumed he was there because he could use their help, and the Bureau were the only organization who would help him.

<TrinaKorat> <HD> ::zaps out of the bulb, attempts another blast at Trina:: <Trina> Ryder, NOW!

<HansLynx> Comedy… action… thriller… horror…

<FletchRyder> ::wheels around and leaps at HD, firing the extinguisher once more::

<TashaForge> ::frowns:: no horror. I’ll have nightmares for a long time afterwards. Comedy or action?

<Rilth> Why is it that if he’s from the future he alledgedly had no knowledge of Cyberdemon technology upon his original arrival, and why he has become so close to issues and events relating to them?

<TrinaKorat> <HD> ::lets out a scream as he’s nailed:: <Trina> ::dodges the blast HD was aiming at her, rips out a mini taser from her back pocket and zaps at the suit::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Are you saying that the NSA sent him after somehow learning of the cyberkats? To gain such tecnology for their own purposes?

<HansLynx> ::smirks at her:: You mean ol’ Freddy Cougar scares you?

<FletchRyder> ::lands inches from HD, side-stepping to avoid Trina’s taser, then clocks him across the face with the extinguisher::

<TrinaKorat> <HD> ::deep fried and ko’ed:: X_x

<TashaForge> Lets just say unless you want to be a pin cushion for my claws we best find something other than a scary movie.

<HansLynx> ::laughs at that:: Oh you, I thought you were braver than that. ::pokes her::

<Rilth> It would not be uncharacteristic of them. They are already working in conjunction with the present-day Latifrons in exchange for information and technology. :: pauses :: He doesn’t let Cyberkats merge with him, ever wonder why?

<FletchRyder> And stay down. ::growly voice, standing over him::

<TashaForge> ::jumps at the poke. laughs:: I said I was brave, I never said I didn’t have nightmares. ::goes to look at new releases::

<TrinaKorat> Well, that was… fun. ::as she stands up:: You wanna slap the prison bracelets on him, or me? ::as she figures they can take off the jacket in HQ::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> <Jack Spinner… surely he’s just a corrupt NSA employee…> He doesn’t trust us. He’s paranoid. ::grins:: Especially against me.

<HansLynx> ::walks along with her:: How about an action flick then?

<FletchRyder> I’ll do the honors, Lt., if you handle mother. ::cuffing HD before picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder::

<HansLynx> Or would you rather watch a tear jerker chick-flick with horribly overdone romance?

<TashaForge> ::gags:: Ugh..no! Don’t even mention that. I’d rather watch a scary movie. Though Action sounds good. Anything out you wanna see?

<Rilth> He’s a spy. The information he collects and orders he has acted upon have aided my cause greatly. The information gained about Cyberdemons and Cyberkats, and their location of refuge, made acquiring this planet nearly effortless.

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles: Not a problem.

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> How about How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days? <Hans> Er… how about not?))

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::frowns now:: But he’s not giving any more information to the NSA now.

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<HansLynx> ((::laughs!::))

<HansLynx> Hmm… ::looks:: Ah here we go, a favorite of mine. Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. ::takes that one up::

<TashaForge> ::looks over at him:: Never seen it.

<FletchRyder> ::smiles some, before lugging HD up the stairs. wonders if maybe they could grab some cookies on their way out::

<HansLynx> Well then, this will be a treat! ::goes over to pay at the counter now::

<Rilth> You may want to verify that. Misplaced trust often leads to undesired results, such as the loss of companions…

<TashaForge> ::laughs. goes with!:: Whatever you say. I think you just like it cause it has flying stuff in it.

<TrinaKorat> ::goes speak to Momma about HD, but finds her snoring in front of the TV, so gives up. Goes after Ryder::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::scowls at him:: why should I even listen to you?

<Rilth> You are free to leave and cease listening.

<FletchRyder> ::takes HD out to the car and props him up as best he can in the back, before putting his seat back up and getting in::

<HansLynx> ::snickers:: Ah, that’s part of it. ::pays and exits the movie stor with her::

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Am I also free to return and continue my duties for Dark Kat?

<TrinaKorat> Momma’s sound asleep. Tho’I hate to think of the conniption she’ll have when she sees that basement. ::as she buckles up::

<TashaForge> ::walks out with!:: I figured. So I’ll see you at your place then. ::goes to her car and gets in::

<HansLynx> Yep! ::gets in his car and heads to his apartment! parks in back lot there of the building and waits for her at the entrance;:

<Rilth> :: tilts head, issues new order parameters :: You are free to commence “reconassaince” throughout the region. Verify what you want, or not. Your time is covered in the records. I expect you back at your post by tommorow, constructing more of these…”weapons.”

<TashaForge> ::follows! parks and goes to join him!:: You and your fancy high rise. ::smirks. shaking her head::

<FletchRyder> ::starts car and pulls away from the residence:: It’s what happens when you harbor felons in your basement.

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::suprised at this but nods:: Very well then, Rilth. ::goes acoherent:: This had better not be a waste of my time.

<Rilth> Oh, I assure you, it won’t be.

<HansLynx> You don’t like it? ::goes inside, nods to the security guy at the desk and goes on up to elevators. takes one up to his place::

<TrinaKorat> Yeah. Hey, great job back there. ::offers him a fist to punch in return::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::zaps out of there and into powerlines going back towards the city, heading to the building where McGrath told her to check for him::

<TashaForge> ::chuckles:: I never said I didn’t like it. ::boards elevator:: Just not used to it.

<HansLynx> ::presses button and goes up. DVD in his hand:: It’s not all that fancy. We don’t have a doorman for instance.

<FletchRyder> Back at you, Lt. ::punches fists, offering a half smile::

<TashaForge> No but you have a guard. Thats more than most places I’ve lived at have had.

<Rilth> <McGrath> :: is not there currently, but likely to return relatively soon ::

<HansLynx> ::smiles at her and exits elevator when they reach his floor. unlocks door ‘n all and holds it open for her to go in first after flicking on the lights::

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> Yeah! Great job! ::punches Trina:: <Trina> X_x I appreciate your enthusiasm, but… ow!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!::))

<HansLynx> ((::dead!::))

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::arrives at the building. searches but not finding him, she takes a seat on the roof to wait::

<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))

<TashaForge> ::goes on in! kicking shoes off at the door::

<HansLynx> ((brb!))

<TashaForge> ((okies!))

<FletchRyder> ::arrives back at HQ after a bit of a drive and parks. gets out and then reaches back to grab up HD::

* Rilth is now known as McGrath

<McGrath> :: after some time, arives back at the location. Pulls the sweatshirt hood back as he takes a seat on a crate, taking out various pieces of technology and setting them aside ::

<TrinaKorat> ::steps out, stretches enough to pop her back soundly::

<TrinaKorat> <HD> ::still out X_x::

<HansLynx> ((hooha!))

<TashaForge> ((WB!))

<HansLynx> Want some popcorn and soda perhaps with the movie? ::takes off jacket and lays it on back of chair::

<HansLynx> ((ty!))

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Well hello to you as well. ::smirks::

<TashaForge> Sure. I’d love some. Need some help? ::takes off her jacket and lays it with his::

<FletchRyder> ::throws HD over his shoulder again with a bit of a grunt, then shuts his door and heads in:: For a scrawny-lookin’ geek, this guy’s actually pretty heavy.

<TrinaKorat> Must be the bricks in his head. ::goes after him and opening doors for him::

<McGrath> Further news?

<FletchRyder> ::smirks at her comment, thanking her as the doors come open. takes their guest to a holding cell and puts him down on the bunk, uncuffing him and then removing his jacket::

<HansLynx> Nah, I’ve got it. Just have a seat and make yourself comfortable. ::smiles depositing the DVD on the sofa. goes into kitchen, starts up some microwave popcorn. takes two sodas out of the fridge and brings them out, handing her one:: Regular Kitty Kola alright?

<TashaForge> ::plopped on a couch while he was in keetchen! making self comfy. takes sody:: Sure. Its fine with me. ::opens and takes a sip:: Want me to pop the DVD in?

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Just uploaded and analyzed the information we all gathered from Puma-Dyne and the Defence center. Computed the best options to get to work on. I was surprised to see you at the Defence Center. Whot were you doing there? You could have been spotted.

<TrinaKorat> :shuts the door once he’s back out and locks it soundly:: One down.

<McGrath> Keeping tabs.

<HansLynx> On whot exactly? Don’t think I’m capable of doing my part in this?

<FletchRyder> Yeah. ::looking down momentarilly at the surge coat in his hand:: So does that mean we’re getting a new assignment, Lt?

<HansLynx> <Protocol>^

<TashaForge> ((<Hans>::has suddenly went from a slight german accent to a slight english accent::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<HansLynx> ::is not possessed nor speaking like a proper girl -g-:: Sure, get it on the menu. ::goes back to kitchen::

<HansLynx> ((LOL!))

<TrinaKorat> Probably. But, I’m not about to dwell on that right now. ::smiles::

<TashaForge> Alrighty. ::Gets up and goes to figure out his dvd player, putting it in and all. gets it set up for them and waits on him to return::

<HansLynx> ::comes back in with bowl of poppin’ corn! sets it on the coffee table and sits next to her. takes up his soda::

<HansLynx> Figured it out alright?

<McGrath> I didn’t know that you specifically would be there.

<FletchRyder> ::nods:: I’ll drop this off in an evidence locker and start on the report.

<HansLynx> How is your wound doing, by the way?

<HansLynx> ((FRJAJAJDNDNDMPPPPPPPPPPPFTT.))

<HansLynx> <PROTO-DANGBLANGED-COL>^

<HansLynx> ((::trying to eat chips and RPG at the same time is obviously not working out for me XD::))

<TrinaKorat> Actually, why don’t you take the rest of the night off? I’ll handle it.

<TashaForge> ((::snorts:: <Tasha> wound? I don’t have a wound… <Hans>::knocks her out:: ..now you do. <Tasha> x_X))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DIES!!!!!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((<Tasha> Thanks for ruining the mood.))

<HansLynx> ((::DIES! baps Tashamun::))

<FletchRyder> ((… <Tasha> Honestly, Hans, it’s like I’m out with McGrath! <McGrath> Honestly, Protocol, it’s like I’m talking to.. a TV with bad reception.))

<TashaForge> ((LOL! Owwwwwie!))

<HansLynx> ((::dies!::))

<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((:SOOOOOOOODEAD!!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lolTasha!))

<TashaForge> Oh I managed. ::grins. pushes play and grabs the popcorn bowl. holds in her lap to munch. bwhahahaha! You can’t have any, Hans!::

<HansLynx> ::yes I can, takes a fist full::

<McGrath> That depends on which you’re referring to.

<HansLynx> <Protocol!>::XD smirks at him:: Your latest one then, ::stands and goes up to where he is sitting, attempts to reach out and poke his chest::

<FletchRyder> ::pauses at that, turning to her:: That won’t be necessary, ma’am. I can handle it. Besides, you took a pretty nasty blast from him, and could use the night off moreso than I.

<HansLynx> <Movie>::begins! wooha! mun not describing it XD she lazy! but is one of her favs. has Tashamun seen it yet?::

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: I’m alright, Ryder. And, I insist.

<TashaForge> ::no. sadly this mun does not watch movie and is no longer where she can much as her father has complete control over the television. will see it one day though!::

<TashaForge> ::Leans in against him to watch though! munching her popcorn!::

<HansLynx> ::drinks his cola:: I really should buy this one for my collection. You own any DVDs?

<McGrath> :: prevents her from doing so, using his hand to deflect her poke :: I’m sure any further physical trauma administered by you won’t help the healing process.

<FletchRyder> Is that.. an order? ::cocking an eyebrow::

<TashaForge> A few. ::smiles:: Mostly racing related though. Joe has a few too. We don’t watch many movies.

<HansLynx> ::stays where she is, invading his personal space:: But I can heal you if you’d let me.

<TrinaKorat> Well, if you wanna call it that, then yes. It’s an order.

<HansLynx> ((::headdesks. puts away chips brb XD::))

<HansLynx> <Protocol>^

<TashaForge> ((::Dying!:: Put the chips down and step away slowly))

<FletchRyder> ((XD!!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!::))

<McGrath> That won’t be neccesary.

<TrinaKorat> ((<Tasha> ::beats him:))

<TashaForge> ((Annu can chew gum and walk at the same time, but eating chips and typing still eludes her))

<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))

<FletchRyder> ::straightens up at that, clearing his throat:: Very well then, ma’am. ::offers her the surge coat::

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOODEADyou guys!!!:: <Tasha> Are you saying I’m a “HE” and “BROKEN?!” <Hans> It was the mun! ALL THE MUN!))

<TashaForge> ((::Dying!:: <Tasha> you know…its no wonder you don’t have a she-kat already…))

<HansLynx> ((aaaugh hush you XDDD ::has to wipe hands off after munching these cause they are Dorito’s Cool Ranch and so get stuff on fingers I don’t want on keypad so using napking and typing and blaaah. I swear I’m awake fully lol::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Tasha> And who’s this Protocol you keep bringing up!? Jerk!))

<TashaForge> ((::Dead!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::CRYING!!::))

<HansLynx> ::I can invade Tasha’s personal space can’t I? she’s leaning on me! she started it first! puts arm around her but no will not ask to play doctor, else will be beaten::

<TrinaKorat> Thank you, Agent Ryder. ::grins, takes the coat:: You still up to me kicking your tail tomorrow?

<HansLynx> <Protocol> I think it is. So quit being such an idiot and let me heal you.

<TashaForge> ::LOL! nuuuuu! You are invading my personal bubble! back away ten feet! XD ::

<TashaForge> What about you? I imagine you have quite the DVD collection.

<McGrath> No. :: plainly ::

<HansLynx> Meh not too large. A few regular movies, some documentaries. Mostly boring I’m sure.

<HansLynx> <Protocol> Why not? It’s like you don’t trust me.

<TashaForge> Documentaries? ::quirks an eyebrow:: You a national geographic nut?

<FletchRyder> Look forward to it, Lt. ::a bit flatly, before walking out into the hall:: <Hertz> ::wants someone to order him home!::

<McGrath> :: doesn’t reply to that. Continues about his business ::

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles, then shakes her head and heads to her office, rubbing at the back of her neck witha small sigh:: <Man, I hope this all works out.> ::sits at her comp, starts typing up the report::

<HansLynx> ::laughs:: No. Documentaries on planes and Megawar II and things like that. ::not nearly as large as Chance’s tho lol::

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::goes acoherent:: I’m afraid I’ll have to insist on this, McGrath… ::attempts to zappy into him for a mergin’!::

<TrinaKorat> ((Gah. And, I’m falling asleep. X-x))

<TashaForge> ::laughs:: Ahh okay. So long as you aren’t insane over that stuff.

<TashaForge> ((lol! nights Sagey! ::huggles::))

<McGrath> :: due to her proximity is unable to adaquately resist ::

<FletchRyder> ::scratches the back of his neck, slooowly walking down the hall. would really like to check up on the progress of the other “teams”::

<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight Sagems! Have a good one!))

<HansLynx> (Night!!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::hugs all:: Night, guys!))

* TrinaKorat has quit IRC (Quit: )

<HansLynx> ::smirks and shakes his head:: No, not insane over it. I don’t obsess over much of anything.

<HansLynx> <Protocol>::should I be scared now in the mind of McGrath? XD had Sypher with her the last time she did that -g- is alone now. forces her way in, searching now for memories on NSA::

<FletchRyder> ::looks in the breakroom as he passes it by::

<McGrath> <

<HansLynx> <Josie>::lol mun forgets, who did she and Joe have?::

<TashaForge> Hmm…only thing I obsess over is my car. But then again thats the only thing I’ve got that is a definitly and constant income for me.

<TashaForge> <Joe>::just some nip stuff. Keeping track of katnip dealings and such I do believe::

<McGrath> <Memories> :: are indestinct, vague, and generally inconsistent. A very nebulous region it be, almost as it it’s been artificially scrambled to prevent exterior tampering. Still, come fragments are availalbe :: ::

<FletchRyder> ::seeing no on in there, sighs, and continues down the hall, next passing by the deskroom. is insane for not immediately running out of there cheering::

<TashaForge> <Joe>::shall we be a working on our case at the desks, Josie?::

<HansLynx> ::nods and smiles:: Oh here’s where it gets good. ::watches movie intently now::

* HansLynx is now known as JosieLyons

* TashaForge is now known as JoeForge

<JosieLyons> ::yes is at her desk!::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::looking around, surprised to see his mind so well guarded like this. assumes it’s the NSA’s doing. tries to take up any fragmant she can::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::is also healing McGrath in the process::

<JoeForge> ::peering at some paperwork:: Hmm….this looks like a warehouse down at the docks that got raided a while back.

<JosieLyons> ::with you JoeJoe!::

<FletchRyder> ::blinks, seeing life in there. looks over his shoulder, certain the Lt. is buried in paperwork in her office by now::

<JosieLyons> How far back? And do you know by who?

<JosieLyons> ::back turned to Fletch::

<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> Hey! You get out of there! ::starts smacking himself:: <Prot> You’re undoing all the *fixing* I’m doing in here! Hellooo!))

<JosieLyons> ((::dies!::))

<McGrath> <Random Memories> :: related to training, tactics, principles, ideologies, generally regarding the focus of attending to the greater good, even at the expense of self and others. Mission profiles related to Cyberkat spying, development of defenses, assertation of weaknesses, and the (now former) location of the Cyberkat refuge ::

<FletchRyder> ::casually walks into the deskroom, ears perked at the two’s conversation. suddenly notes a certain important file left out on Tasha’s desk. frowns, closing it up, and slipping it in her desk drawer::

<JoeForge> Yeah I know who. He used to run ‘nip back home. His name was Derringer. This warehouse I think was busted first about two years ago. Though I’m sure his thugs have been busted a couple more times.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::mrrrs… needs to learn something more on McGrath with the NSA now. <For one who wasn’t aware of us… you seem to have had aid in keeping us out, McGrath.>::

<McGrath> <Random Memories> :: address time travel, temporal weaponry, governmental conspiracies, alien and criminal alliances, technological aquisitions, back-stabbing, death, lies and subversion ::

<JosieLyons> Ah I wonder if anyone’s using it again? ::notes Fletch entering and smiles:: Hey, Ryder.

<JoeForge> ::looks up at Ryder. gives a nod then looks back at the case:: No clue. We can check it and see.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::well! isn’t this a fine hodgepodge of information. alliances with aliens she peers at::

<FletchRyder> ::head snaps up rather quickly at that, as he closes Tasha’s drawer:: Good evening, Lyons. Forge. ::nods to both:: Working on your assignment, I take it?

<McGrath> <NSA Related Memories> :: brief snippets of meetings, determinations, Planned Cyberdemon Extermination, and several faces, many of which are unfamiliar, but a Jack Spinner appears more than once ::

<McGrath> <Alien Alliance Memories> :: do seem to verify what Rilth had described to a certain extent ::

<JosieLyons> ::leans back:: Yes we should. ::to Joe then looks at Ryder:: Yes. Have you and the LIeutenant gotten far on yours?

<JoeForge> ::listens to them. frowning slightly as he looks over some pictures and names and suchs. recognising more than a few of those names::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::sees if McGrath has any memory accessable on that Jack Spinner character::

<FletchRyder> Um, yeah, ours is lying in the cell block with a nasty headache. ::comes up closer to them:: How are you guys doing?

<JosieLyons> ::eyes widen:: Hard Drive is?

<JosieLyons> ::surprise in her tone lol not that she didn’t think they could but… that they did already::

<JoeForge> ::blinks. looks up at him from the file:: You guys caught him that quickly?

<McGrath> <Memories> :: are fragmented, but mention of his involvement with the Latifrons being similiar to McGrath’s involvement with Cyberkats. Other memories allude to agents being placed in similiar scenarios ::

<FletchRyder> Mmhmm. ::trying to look over Joe’s shoulder to see what he’s looking out without looking too obvious::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::peers at the memory fragments of Planned Cyberdemon Extermination::

<JosieLyons> Kats alive, that’s great work, Ryder.

<JoeForge> Indeed. Great job. <Paperwork>::lists of names of known ‘nip dealers and warehouse locations and such::

<FletchRyder> I assure you, Lyons, it was completely a joint effort. ::clearing throat some:: So, technically, I’m without an assignment at the moment.

<JosieLyons> I’m sure it was. ::smiles:: The Lieutenant didn’t make that rank for nothing.

<McGrath> <PCE Memories> :: reveal of a conspiracy to destroy Cyber-beings in the event of a non-controllable situation. Further memories reveal McGrath as a key architect in the methodology, and more recent memories reveal that the PCE was used by the Latifrons in conjunction with Dark Kat and McGrath’s intelligence reports to destroy the Cyberkats. In essence, the players in the conpsiracy being played ::

<JosieLyons> ::notes his tone and grins a little:: Are you offering your assistance to us now then?

<FletchRyder> Well, like I said, our case is completed, and if you two happened to need another head on this case, I’d be willing to do what I can.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::tries to see if she can learn McGrath’s personal opinion on the matter of cyberbeings and perhaps their place among katkind::

<JoeForge> You’re welcome to join us if you like. Not sure we are as good or work as fast as she did though.

<McGrath> <Thoughts> :: are seemingly protected behind another barrier, requiring much effort to break through ::

<McGrath> ((<McGrath

<McGrath> > You’d make great christmas gifts ))

<FletchRyder> Katnip’s a little harder to pin down than just one egotistical geek with a surge coat, Forge. I’m actually surprised you two are the only ones working this.

<JoeForge> ((LOL!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::mrrrs. nearly finished healing his minor injuries, leaving the blast to his chest alone for now. pauses in that. looks to see if anything is available of the day before he went back in time::

<JoeForge> True. And so am I but we can at least nail down some stuff solid and if we need backup, get it.

<JosieLyons> ((::laughs!::))

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::they day OF that is.::

<JosieLyons> Do you happen to recognize any of these names, Ryder? I know you and Tashyra Forge were on with Fango recently.

<FletchRyder> Right. ::nods:: If you haven’t already, I’d recommend listening to that recording of Fango’s confession and then cross-referencing some names with those in the file. You might be able to bring in a good haul of ‘nip dealers all at once.

<FletchRyder> ::to answer Josie:: Some names stick out, like Enzo. Run across anything in regards to him yet?

<McGrath> <Event Memories> :: seem to verify most of what McGrath had stated, but also display something far more troubling, with the invovlement of the NSA on the side of the Latifrons, seemingly condemning the planet in tandem for some murky private agenda ::

<JoeForge> Nothing solid. Only a few minor mentions but nothing to solid connect him. I recognise several of these names myself. I’m sure Fango’s confession can get us more too.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::looks to see if McGrath was part of the NSA members on the side of the Latifrons, or if he just appeared to be::

<JoeForge> <Paperwork>::inside alla that is a paper faxed in from Commander Forge’s office of some ‘nip dealers about to make parol soon for them to keep an eye on::

<JosieLyons> Is there a log of that recording?

<JosieLyons> ((er transcript not log))

<McGrath> :: has since been using Protocol’s distraction at the watching of memories to regain some motor control, and plunges at cylindrical item into his templte, sending an electrical surge into his brain with a charge the same as Protocol’s to force her out before she can discover that XD ::

<McGrath> ((a^))

<FletchRyder> Well, if Hertz got around to typing it up onto the database before his beaver episode, there should be.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::you fiend! feels said surge and feels herself being forced out of McGrath’s mind! attempts to hold onto her control of him for nearly a minute before finally loosing her grip. shoots out of him in her acoherent state landing a few feet away from him on the ground. twitching she is, a few bolts spark around her here and there:: urnnn…

<JoeForge> Maybe we should see about getting a printout of that transcript then if its done and starts referencing some names.

<JosieLyons> ::nods:: I agree. ::stands:: Is he still here or did he go home?

<JoeForge> ((<Protocol> urnn….where’s that darn urn CAUSE I”M GONNA CREMATE YOU!!!! <McGrath> so much hatred..its not good for you.))

<JosieLyons> ((LOL!!))

<FletchRyder> I’m pretty sure he got sent home early after that episode, but if he did type it up, it should just be in a file relating to Fango in the computer.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<McGrath> :: has a headache now , rubs temples, and stands up, a bit shakily, then withdraws a gun, a bit out of breath, keeping the weapon at his side, puts a hand on a support beam, leaning on it for support ::

<JoeForge> ::nods:: One of us could go get that real quick. I’m not great on computers so my real quick ain’t real quick.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::form flickers from solid to acoherent a few times before fully going solid. seems to be out of breath herself, looks up at him, still laying on the ground, halfway on her stomach:: you betrayed them…

<McGrath> You’ll have to be more specific.

<JosieLyons> Um well I’m not quite good with them either but surely I can pull it up. ::smiles and goes to fetch said file::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Sypher and the others… who were helping the MBI, who left Dark Kat, who were helping YOU even. ::slowly pushes herself up into a sitting position::

<JosieLyons> ::enters the computer lab and sits down at a terminal. logs in and goes to access said files to hopefully find that one::

<JoeForge> ::nods to her. goes back to looking over those files. Glancing at previously noted paper with parole kats. frowning more at that one::

<FletchRyder> ::looks at his watch off-handly, then notes Joe’s frown:: Find something?

<McGrath> They were and in many ways still are a threat, but that’s old news. Just like everything you’ve ever done.

<JoeForge> Hmm? ::looks up at him:: oh..nothing really. Just a few of these kats I don’t think should be out just yet but they are about to be.

<FletchRyder> <Transcript> ::shows up, as promised, in Fango’s file, ready for printout. thankfully, isn’t in French either::

<JosieLyons> ::hoorah! XDDD prints it out with ease, proud of herself! -g- and even of Hertz::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol> If you hadn’t been spying on them in the first place and feeding information to NSA, none of what happened would have occurred!

<JosieLyons> ::takes up the transcript, puts in proper order, staples it! goes back to deskroom::

<FletchRyder> Think they’ll be a problem for us here in MKC?

<JosieLyons> ::re-enters the deskroom, smiles:: Here it is. Hertz did some excellent work… ::glances at Ryder:: I’ll have to thank him for it. ::sets the transcript down next to the file in front of Joe::

<JoeForge> Maybe. Not for sure yet. Depends on which direction they go and what their bosses say.

<JoeForge> ::nods to Josie:: thanks, Lyons.

<McGrath> :: sighs, holstering his weapon, and taking a seat. Displaying real emotion for once, a hand up to support his lowered head. Doesn’t make eye-contact with her. :: Like any situation regarding right and wrong, a black and white context is impossible to draw. Cyberdemons didn’t just stop existing once this generation’s time was up. An equalizer needed to be obtained, and I found them.

<FletchRyder> ::nods as well, noticing her glance:: You seem pretty in-tune with the underworld of katnip, Forge. Do alot of this kind of work back in Twilight City?

<JoeForge> Yeah. We delt with this primarilly. Most of our work was in ‘nip, not supervillians. ::lays out that transcript alongside said names of several nip dealers, looking for onces that match::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol> An equalizer…? ::looking at him oddly, watching his body language::

<JosieLyons> I didn’t realize so much nip was in Twilight City.

<FletchRyder> ::reaches over the desk and grabs up a highlighter from a cup of random writing utensils, offering it to Joe::

<JoeForge> ::smirks:: more than you can imagine. Most of it is only stored there. Its shipped to here or elsewhere if the boss is large enough to have operations in other cities. Thats why dad sent us this list. Wants us to keep an eye on these kats if they try to stay in Megakat. ::Takes highlighter:: Thanks. ::starts marking some names::

<McGrath> You aren’t all just pre-programmed applications. Despite all of Dark Kat’s cruelest of intentions, he did manage to create an entity capble of obtaining, for all intensive purposes, life itself. And like any living entity with sentience, it will inevitably choose how it will exist, whether for the positive or the negative.

<McGrath> It is because of choice that all of you are quite dangerous, just as dangerous as we are.

<JosieLyons> Well then we’ll have to make it a point to do so… if any of them get back into their old ways, they could lead us to the higher ups, maybe that Enzo.

<McGrath> We don’t trust ourselves, that’s why we have laws, ideaologies, and the means to apply them.

<McGrath> Why would we trust you?

<FletchRyder> Technically, that’s their parole officer’s job. Still, it might be possible to bribe or even intimidate one of these guys to the point where they’re working for us on the inside.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::is slient a moment. sighs:: You worked with some of them though… sure I wasn’t a good example of a cyberbeing but Sypher, Matrix, even Shrapnel with his shortcomings were trustworthy. Many that went with Frequency were too… even one I wished wasn’t and couldn’t pursuade to do as I wanted. Did you trust the Captain of the MBI? The lieutenant? Any of your fellow agents?

<JoeForge> Maybe so. That would be nice.

<JosieLyons> ::looks at Joe:: Did you ever know any of these kats?

<McGrath> For the purposes of the role I played, yes. Should I ever find myself in the same role again, then yes. But current circumstances dictate that I trust no one. :: pauses :: You talked with Rilth, didn’t you?

<JoeForge> Not as in friends, no. We saw quite a few of them go through our area though so we knew them well enough.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::half smiles at that:: Yes.

<FletchRyder> Always nice to be on first name basis with scumbags like them. Keeps everything friendly and informal. ::making wise-cracks at work, must definitely be getting late for him::

<JoeForge> ::not looking at them as he said that too, btw.::

<JosieLyons> Well if they know of you then perhaps Ryder or I should approach them.

<McGrath> Now you see why I didn’t inform you about the larger complexities. In its simplest of description, this is a conflict of you and those like you against those who are against you. In its greater complexity it’s a war of viewpoint, of the past dictating the future and the future dictating the past, of the standpoints of the many disagreeing with the standpoints of the few.

<JoeForge> ::snickers:: Indeed. Whats bad is when you know their home addresses by heart. Some we even got phonenumbers on from informants.

<JoeForge> ::then to Josie::perhaps that would be wise.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol> And whot is your view McGrath? Whot is your stance on this whole mess of complexities? On us cyberbeings, either created by Dark Kat’s hand or those of the Latifrons’?

<McGrath> I can’t tell you that.

<FletchRyder> I agree. ::looking from her to him::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Why? Because the answer will anger me and turn me against you thus loosing you a great tool? ::folds her arms::

<JosieLyons> When are they to be released?

<JoeForge> ::glances over at the paper:: One tomorrow. Two on Wednesday, and the rest over the weekend.

<JosieLyons> ::nods:: Well guess we’ll need to keep tabs on them soon…

<FletchRyder> Doesn’t leave us much time to get a gameplan ready. ::scratching chin::

<McGrath> You’ve been compromised. It was a mistake for me to bring you with me. :: stands up ::

<JoeForge> Well it’ll take them a day or so to get back in touch with their bosses prolly and get situated somewhere so maybe that’ll buy us a couple of days.

<FletchRyder> Thing is, shouldn’t we get in touch with them before the bosses? Fresh out of the pen, their mind may be a bit less focused or open to suggestion.

<JoeForge> Great idea, Ryder. One problem…::turns to look at him:: You gonna be standing at the gate when they step out the door cause once they leave that prison they are gonna scatter and disappear for a while.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::stays sitting, looking up at him:: I’ve been compri- ::huffs and stands:: Must you always TALK like that? As if you’ve no feeling or emotion? Tell me what your opinion is! Straight without some bloody mission talk!

<FletchRyder> True. ::ponders this a moment:: How long these guys been in for?

<JosieLyons> ::listening. not used to dealing with situations like this::

<JoeForge> Umm….::glances at paper:: These three ::pointing to ones as he says:: I have no idea. He didn’t say. This one I know has been in about six years, and these four for five. The rest I have no clue either.

<McGrath> I wouldn’t criticise the way that I talk if I were in your vocal position.

<JosieLyons> The ones in longer would be the best bets then you think?

<JoeForge> Yeah. They are the ones with serious charges behind them.

<FletchRyder> Just what I was thinking. Cut off from the organization longer and holding some definite power in the infrastructure. Also, because they’ve already done longer time, the next time their busted they could get an even stiffer penalty, and they know it.

<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::grrs at him:: Go on then. Destroy me, since I’ve been comprimised. Or better yet, whip out some device to erase my memories and just start anew! If you loathe me so then you shouldn’t have brought me here.

<JoeForge> Right. And lets hope that most of these guys didn’t keep any contacts while in prison. I know sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.

<McGrath> :: gathers a few items, heading towards the exit. Once there, mentions over his shoulder :: I don’t loathe you. :: then exits ::

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::lets him go without persuing him. sits down and huffs, folding her arms on a crate and resting her forehead on her arms::

<McGrath> ((<McGrath> Loathe is not nearly strong enough a word ))

<JosieLyons> ((LOL!!))

<JoeForge> ((::DIIES!::))

<JosieLyons> So what would we even begin to say…?

<JoeForge> no clue…….

<FletchRyder> Depends how you two want to play this. Scoop one of these guys up fresh from prison and act like we’re in the market, or see if we can intimidate or bribe them into cooperating.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

* McGrath is now known as _Matt_

<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::frustrated she is! doesn’t now what to do, to keep with McGrath or go back to Rilth or maybe even inform Dark Kat of everything and see what he can do.::

<_Matt_> ((And, it’s late XD ))

<JosieLyons> ((LOL it is XD Night Matt!))

<JoeForge> ((nights! ))

<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight Matt! Have a good one!))

<_Matt_> ((Nights))

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<JoeForge> You guys can figure that part out I guess. Intimidation prolly won’t work though. some of these kats have a lot of power behind them.

<JosieLyons> Well and they’ve been in that long, no tough on the stree would phase them from coming outta there.

<FletchRyder> Yeah, that’s true. ::rubbing the back of his neck, glancing at his watch again before checking over his shoulder:: So we’ve determined that we can’t pull one of them onto our side, right? That means one of us will have to go in.

<JoeForge> ::looks up at them:: I can do it if you guys don’t want to. I’ve done it before and can do it again.

<JosieLyons> So long as you think they won’t recognize you.

<FletchRyder> What I was thinking. ::to Josie’s remark:: Heck, maybe it’d be better if you were recognized. They might see the benefit in having a crooked cop on their side if you can convince them of it.

<JoeForge> I’m sure I could. I don’t mind doing it.

<JosieLyons> Do they know your father is the Commander of Twilight City’s Enforcers?

<FletchRyder> It’s not just you that’ll get mixed up in this though, Forge. I’m no expert on mobs or katnip rings, but I’m pretty sure once you’re in, your whole family will be at risk.

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> So.. have fun! Don’t shoot at any good cops in some sort of initiation if they look like me!))

<JoeForge> ::nods to that:: True. Perhaps its best if one of you go in then. My father doesn’t need any bad happenings with me floating his way.

<JoeForge> ((::diies!::))

<JosieLyons> ((::dies::))

<JosieLyons> ::looks at Fletch… not sure she could pull something off like that. knows how street gangs behave but doesn’t have the confidence to pull that off. bites her bottom lip, contemplating::

<FletchRyder> Well, my family’s nowhere within a five state radius… but I’m not technically on this case. ::looks to Josie, expression almost sorry:: We’ll need to talk to the Director anyway before any action can be taken. We’ll figure something out between now and then.

<JoeForge> ::nods:: Right. If you can’t do it, I’ll go in. I’ll just inform dad of whats going on so he’s prepared. ::had noted Josie’s look as well::

<JosieLyons> Well I mean… if you can’t do it Ryder then I could. Neighborhood I grew up in isn’t far from one of the worse parts of Megakat City, so I know how to act just that I wonder if I could have an alias or something maybe… and coaching for this sort of thing.

<JoeForge> ::chuckles a bit:: I think we could handle that.

<FletchRyder> Well, ::glancing from her to Joe then back again:: I don’t see why that couldn’t be arranged.

<JosieLyons> ::nods:: Like you said though, we’d need to speak with the Director on this.

<JoeForge> Agreed. we can all go tomorrow if you guys can and talk to him.

<JosieLyons> Alright, tomorrow is good for me.

<JosieLyons> ((<Josie> Why does it feel like one day lasts two and the next doesn’t come until a week later? <Fletch ‘n Joe>::shrug::))

<FletchRyder> Yeah, that’ll work. <If I don’t come in limping after tangoing with Korat.>

<JoeForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<JosieLyons> ((<Joe> Ha ha! My girlfriend beat you up!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!both))

<JoeForge> Okay thats settled then. After we do that we need to figure out which guy to go to. I can look up some info and see which of these guys has more pull.

<JoeForge> ((LOL!!))

<FletchRyder> Well, looks like your case is moving right along then. ::nods some, offering a small reassuring smile:: I better get going now, Lieutenant’s orders.

<JosieLyons> ::smiles:: Thanks, Ryder.

<JoeForge> Alright see you tomorrow, Ryder. Thanks.

<FletchRyder> In fact, ::lowering voice to a hushed whisper:: I was never here. ::smiles at them, then departs:: Have a good night, you two.

<JoeForge> ::laughs:: Night.

<JosieLyons> ::quirks brow at that:: Night.