2006-01-14

<JosephForge> 4RPG START!

<JosephForge> ::so..issa late to work today. shamey! Bad Derringer keeping him late!::

<JosieLyons> ::is early as usual! so already at her desk and all::

<FletchRyder> ::came in juuust riiight, and is in the gym doing something physically demanding no doubt::

<JosieLyons> ((<Fletch>::like hiding under bleachers eating some pie and drinking cherry cola!::))

<JosephForge> ::arrives finally! looks tired he does! making way to his desk. notes the Josie there:: Where’s Ryder?

<JosephForge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<JosieLyons> Hmm? Not quite sure. I was waiting for you both. I’m sure he’s here somewhere if you’re ready to go find him.

<JosephForge> ::nods:: I am. ::holding their files:: we all need to talk.

<FletchRyder> ::glances at his watch, panting some, and heads into the locker room to change and prepare himself for work::

<JosieLyons> ::stands up and nods:: Let’s go then. ::exits the room of nice shiny deskness!::

<JosieLyons> Have you seen all the newer computers and furniture here, Forge? It’s wonderful. Makes this place seem better organized and efficient.

<JosephForge> ::goes with her! searching for the Ryder!:: yeah I saw it yesterday when they brought it all in. The Captain and Lieutenant paid for it all themselves with the money they made at that concert.

<FletchRyder> ::changes into uniform, shutting his locker, and buttoning up the rest of his shirt as he heads into the hall::

<JosieLyons> ::blinks at that:: They did? ::smiles a little now::

<JosephForge> yeah. THey did. ::smirks. spots Ryder then?::

<FletchRyder> ((<MBI> ::has yet to get that donation from the Monde’s as well. could buy them their own Mama Bates factory::))

<JosephForge> ((::DIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ::in the hallway, stops walking as he sees the two. nods in greeting:: Lyons. Forge.

<JosieLyons> ((LOL!!))

<JosieLyons> ::nods:: Ryder. ::smiles still::

<JosephForge> ::nods:: Ryder. Got a minute we can all go talk?

<FletchRyder> ((<Mark> Wahahaha! We’re really rollin’ in the dough now! <Trina> Yeah, tell the agents to stop! They’re going to ruin our batter!))

<FletchRyder> Uh, sure.

<JosephForge> ((::DEAD!::))

<JosephForge> ::motions for them to follow him to one of the conference rooms where they can work in private::

<FletchRyder> ::follows him and enters conference room, standing near the table::

<JosieLyons> ((LOL!!))

<JosieLyons> ::follows teh Joe! takes a seat at the table when he does::

<JosephForge> ::takes a seat after going in. tosses the file on the middle of the table:: I got us in. Or rather I’m in. Now I can get you two in.

<JosieLyons> ::blinks:: You’ve contacted one of the paroled kats already?

<FletchRyder> ::blinks, placing a hand on the back of a seat for support as he leans over the table to open the file and look in it, still standing::

<JosephForge> <File>::has Derringer’s information on top:: <Joe>::nods:: I’ve made contact and established our way in. I’m posing as a crooked agent willing to deal in inside information. I can get you two in by saying you want to join me. Your motives for joining are like mine. The bureau doesn’t pay as much as he will.

<JosieLyons> ::leans over to peer at the file as well when Fletch does:: Will he believe so many agents from the Bureau are bad though?

<JosephForge> He trusts me so yes he will. I hope he will anyway.

<FletchRyder> I.. think I’m still puzzled over the “we” bit. Have you made it known to one of our superiors that I want to help on this case?

<JosephForge> ::nods:: Yes I have and you’d been cleared to help…if you still want to.

<FletchRyder> ::smirks:: When do we start?

<JosephForge> Tonight. At the docks. I’ll meet you all there and we can go into the warehouse together.

<FletchRyder> We’ll be meeting Derringer, and several armed thugs, I assume? ::scanning over his profile::

<JosieLyons> ::just listening for now, glancing at the files as well::

<JosephForge> ::nods:: Yes. Derringer is my contact, and then his gang will be there. They were getting out of prison today and would be regrouping tonight.

<JosieLyons> So then we are to be disgruntled employees?

<JosephForge> Yes. You wanna get back at the city for the low pay they are giving us. ::leaning back in his seat now::

<JosieLyons> ::smirks:: And for firing me from the Enforcers. ::has been working on her cover story ‘n such::

<JosephForge> :;grins:: good. very good story.

<FletchRyder> ::pondering his own situation:: I’m not sure how convincing an ex-servicekat suddenly straying for the law is going to be. Something drastic might have to be done in my case.

<FletchRyder> ((^from))

<JosephForge> hm….maybe…..maybe they sent you on some senseless missions or something? some commrades got killed for stupid reasons?

<JosieLyons> Or perhaps you didn’t want to go off to war in the first place?

<FletchRyder> ::stands up straight now, starting to pace a bit, one arm folded over his chest while he holds his chin in his hand with the other:: Possibly…

<JosephForge> Just make it a good one whatever you do. These kats are highly critical. they trust me but will still make sure they can trust you too.

<FletchRyder> Well, I guess they do say war changes a tom. ::stops his pacing::

<JosieLyons> ::nods at that::

<JosephForge> ::smirks:: true that. Its whatever story you believe you can make the most believable

<FletchRyder> ::nods his head slightly, sighing a bit. if Derringer did some digging into his past, would probably find some wild antics, but nothing current:: Well, Forge, I just hope what I think is believable matches theirs.

<JosephForge> It prolly will. Just take your time and think it over. You got till tonight to get your stories straight.

<JosieLyons> ((brb))

<JosephForge> ((okies!))

<FletchRyder> Right. ::glances at his watch again, then raises his eyebrows some:: Crud, I’m suppose to have some papers on the Captain’s desk by now. ::looks up at Forge:: If there’s anything else I need to know for this mission, just grab me sometime today. ::as mun needs to collapse::

<JosephForge> ::nods:: I will. I will call you later before we head out.

<JosieLyons> ((back))

<JosephForge> ((WB!))

<JosephForge> ((and Nights to you, Kutlass!))

<JosieLyons> ((yes Night Kutlass!))

<FletchRyder> Very good. Then, I’ll be seeing you two later. Have a good day. ::nods to them both then exits::