2006-01-28

In 2006 Evening Logs

The next day, Greenbox wakes up Stormcrow and she along with Glitch have breakfast together and discuss the situation again. Stormcrow agrees to let Glitch and Greenbox look over the sphere but not until after she feels it is safe to. They instead have Glitch hack into the NSA site and look through its records for Jack Spinner (who seems on the up and up), McGrath (who isn’t in there at all) and then Stormcrow (which pulls up information of her supposed terroist activities). Rilth notes this intrusion into the system and closes off access to Glitch as well as tries to trace her. Glitch pulls out in time though and the three ponder things over.

Mark and Trina exchange words concerning Spinner and the NSA’s intrusion into the MBI. Mark knows she’s upset but felt she handled the situation wrong. Josie goes to talk with Joe and they too exchange harsh words concerning Joe’s past and him being an agent and being on this ‘nip case with his old boss. Josie doesn’t think he can avoid getting hooked again and goes to inform the director of this new outcome. Mark isn’t pleased but says they’ll deal with it and she’s dismissed. He calls up Joe’s dad to see if what Josie said of him knowing and helping out Joe those years ago is true which Commander Forge says it is. Something will be worked out however the case is still open. Fletch also goes to speak with Trina about Joe and she informs him she can do nothing either way and isn’t sure what the punishment for this would be. Noting her distress on the matter, Fletch lets her be for now.

Rilth contacts Protocol and tells her that McGrath is causing problems it seems and lets her go take care of him. They meet on the roof of their now usual meeting place to discuss things, where Protocol informs him she won’t let him stop Rilth as she wants to destroy everything. He tells her they should be helping the situation out and he won’t back down no matter what.

Fletch, Joe and Josie (who had a strange convo with Hertz concerning dodgeball and how he managed to survive it in school) end up back in the deskroom together. Neither Joe nor Josie speak or look at anything other than their desks. Fletch tries to get the two to talk by going on about a basketball game which turns out to be a story with a point about trusting one another and helping teammates when they’re in trouble. Josie and Joe end up arguing again and Josie storms out of the room. Joe feels like just quitting now but Fletch tells him to give her time and that he may not be fired for this. Fletch explains that Josie’s just seeing the facts and that if Joe wants to convince her he’s not going to get addicted again, to tell her how he got off the ‘nip in the first place and what he’s still doing to stay off of it. Joe decides he’ll do that when both have cooled down.

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4 Staye in skool!
::next day/morning?::
::next day mayhaps?::
::is up and dressed. has to go into work today::
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
::bedded down on the couch and is still there, curled up under what bedding they gave her. Has drooled on the cusion a bit XD Sorry!::
::issa in the kitchen fixing some breakfast. peering at the box of pancake mix and wondering why they don’t look quite right. lol!::
::enters kitchen. quietly to Tessie:: Is she awake yet?
::where be’s the Josie?::
::coming into work! looks for Joe::
::sipping some coffee and waiting for her at her desk!::
::quietly:: No, not yet. Are you hungry? ::offers him blackened pancake. XD::
::is fuming, venting at Mark about Jack Spinner, and it’s unusual to see her “RAR!” side. XD::
::WELL! -g- arrives in deskroom. stops a moment seeing Joe at her desk. continues into the room. anyone else in here?::
* _Matt_ is now known as McGrath
Er… no. But thanks. I need to head in to Puma-Dyne today for work. ::pats her shoulder and goes into living room of the apt. gently nudges LS by her shoulder:: Miss Merle?
* McGrath is now known as Jack_Spinner
I think you’re stepping outta line. ::heard from his office if anyone wishes:: OUT OF LINE?! The kat wanted to barge in here and arrest one of our own for her supernatural powers! Trina, you aimed a gun at ‘im… With good reason!
(( ::hiding in a bush planted in the middle of the deskroom, in camo gear and paint, with some twigs taped to his body. watching the two with binoculars, and ready to send in a huggy agent incase things get nasty::))
::nods and takes a bite of her own. frowns at nasty taste. Chunks all of them in the trash XD::
((::SOOOODEAD!!!::))
((::DIIIIES!::))
((::DIIES::))
(( Very Eenterestink. ::puffs cigar, sinks back down::))
:: by himself, approaches a secluded location. Once there, produces a keycard and descends down a concealed stairwell to appear in the conference room of Dark Kat’s. lair ::
Murg, lemmeseep- ::opens an eye and sees Greenbox, and remembers where she is:: I’m up, I’m up! ::snaps into sitting up, and the sphere, which she was holding with her, goes flying from under the blanket::
((LOL!))
::walking towards Trina’s office with some files, when he hears the outbursts coming from Sulfur’s. slows his pace as he passes by the door::
::Notes Josie coming in:: Lyons…we need to talk.
Look, we’ll do what we can. Now, take a deep breath. :beat: Now, let it out. Seriously, let it out. You’re starting to turn blue. ::huffs. XD::
((lol!))
::steps back and laughs some. blinks seeing that sphere thing. reaches out to take it up if it lands on the floor::
Yes. We do… Conference room? ::or is that where Trina and Mark are?::
:are in Mark’s office::
::watches as he catches the sphere:: Um, sorry about that. ::reaches to accept it back::
::motions for her to go first. takes another sip of coffee::
I’m gonna see what I can get outta all this. Now, didn’t you say you had another report for me? Once I finish filing it. ::turns to go:: :nods, lets her, rubbing at his head:: ::heads out of his office and back towards hers::
What’s this thing? Did you make this like your flame spheres? ::peering at it curiously::
:: is early. Takes a seat, and awaits the arrival of others. ::
::turns and goes out of room and down hall. opens door and flicks on the lights. goes inside, waits for him to enter then shuts door after he’s in::
::has just barely passed by Mark’s door when he hears it opening from behind him. turns around and sees Trina exit, perchance?::
::Enters and takes a seat. being quiet. has been doing a lot of thinking. sips his coffee again then sets it down:: Have a seat. ::motions to a chair::
::shakes head:: No, that was a gift from the kat who helped me. He said it keeps Spinner from tracking me, and since Spinner hasn’t shown up here, I’m guessing it works. ::looks at him:: Could I have it back?
::shua! is rubbing her bangs back into her hair, trying not to look too frustrated::
Lieutenant. ::small salute:: Good morning.
::sits down across from him::
‘Morning, Ryder. :stifles a yawn with a sigh:: What do you have for me?
How does it work though? And for how long? ::hands it back to her reluctantly::
((BRB!))
((Okay))
First things first. I appologise for not telling you and Ryder about my past. I thought it would be irrelevant to the case at hand untill Derringer came into the picture.
Just some files regarding our progress on the ‘nip investigation, along with some papers that need signed.
I don’t know; McGrath left before I could ask him! ::mentally scolds herself for saying the name:: He said not to go back to the Bureau for at least 24 hours, so it probably works at least that long. Longer, I hope.
::takes it and holds it close, almost like a security object::
::nods:: Alright.
::look of “go on”::
Well it is for only 24 hours, you might want to see if this McGrath fellow can make another one. If not, I’m sure I could, with Tessie’s help.
((brb))
(( ::eyes the round object sinisterly, a scary gleam in his eyes:: ::weirded out!:: You must give that to me! Um, how ’bout ‘no.’ B-b-but! It would make the perfect bowling ball! …))
((::DIIIES!:: I shall name it… Zed the SECOND!))
((*DEAD*!!!))
::nods:: Thank you, Dr. ::looks around the apartment::
((lol! I’ll finally be able to throw off binds of the bumpers and walk as an equal among my bowling league peers!))
((LOL))
((back))
((WB))
In any case… I’m sorry but I need to go into work today. Tessie will be able to help you with anything you need and even protect you from this Spinner I’m sure.
((wb!))
((WB!))
That’s fine. Actually, I really don’t know what I’m going to do now. ::looks uneasy:: I doubt Spinner’s going to give up. I suppose I should get out of the city, except that this is the only place I know of where there might be the people or technology to protect me.
I wasn’t always on the right side. Growing up I got in with the wrong crowd. I started out as a street soldier for the most part. Roughed up anyone that gave the boss problems. Over time it progressed to some light bodyguard work, and nip running. I got a taste for the stuff and got hooked. At nineteen sis and her partner busted the house I was in. They slipped me out the back door and hid me. (more)
Isn’t McGrath part of the MBI? He can help you… I could drive you somewhere too if you need it.
((back. Grah, sorries!))
That’s just it: McGrath *isn’t* part of the MBI. I don’t know what he’s part of, and I don’t know how to find him.
::takes papers, nods:: Alright. Any progress in that one?
((WB!))
Dad took me to a place where I could get cleaned up. When I came home, sis helped me stay that way. They worked with me and got me in the academy. I worked hard to make up for my mistakes. After sis left I decided I should come here and get away from that crowd there as I was arresting people I once worked with. When I was given this case with you, Derringer was safely behind bars. I just wanted to take out some of the same (more)
lowlifes that got me hooked on that stuff. Then the other night Derringer called. He had gotten parole. Basically it was our way in, so I took it. Plus I want him back behind bars where he can’t hurt me or my family. Thats why I stayed in and didn’t say anything.
::frowns:: Well he certainly seems to know how to find you… ::ponders things::
Yes, I believe we’ve successfully infiltrated part of the ring’s network, at the ground-level, of course. ::after that sentence, stops talking, but looks as if he’s pondering whether to continue::
::nods:: Yeah, and it scares me.
But…? ::as tho’ expecting more, as she takes the papers to her office::
::sighs. frowned the more he got into his story. leaning back in her chair:: We could have found another way in. And him coming to your house and even asking you to rejoin him in his old group would be grounds to start an investigation on him soley.
Without you in it.
::follows her, head glued to the carpet as they come to her office:: An unexpected turn of events caught Agent Lyons and myself off-guard during our first meeting with Derringer. It’s something I find to be a serious issue, and it involves Agent Forge. Joe. ::finally looks at her::
Maybe I should call in sick today… and Tessie can check the MBI to see what they know of McGrath, maybe even Spinner. Or… are they as clueless as you on this?
::leans forward in thought then looks to her seriously:: Tell me, Lyons. Do you want just Derringer off the streets, or do you want to nail the top rungs of that ladder and take out the whole thing?
They had him in custody for a short time, so they may know a bit more than I do, but I can’t be sure. Still, it might be good. ::looks at a clock:: And it’s been *almost* 24 hours.
::feels the fur on her neck standing on end, but keeps a collected face on (or tries to anyway):: Oh?
You know I want to nail the whole lot of them, but there are rules and precautions and things to consider in this situation. We can’t risk this case with a former addict, you shouldn’t even have a JOB right now here or at any other law enforcement agency!
Perhaps we should continue this conversation in your office, ma’am. ::standing at her door::
I’ll be right back. ::goes into the kitchen. takes up the phone and calls into Puma-Dyne saying he’s taken ill and needs to rest. will have the blueprints in the morning. hangs up and looks to Tessie:: I think we’re going to need your help today, Tessie.
* Jack_Spinner is now known as McGrath
::mrrs:: And neither should you, but thats irrelevant as it seems we both were granted a second chance. I choose to make the most of mine and take out as many of the ones that sell that stuff that I can.
hmm? On what?
::sighs, motions him inside::
Don’t compare me to you! What I did was an accident. You went in willingly. ::stands:: You ever think about what could happen to the MBI should your little secret be found out, Forge? We’re on thin ice as is, and hiring former gang members isn’t going to sit well with the public.
::walks in, standing rigid in the middle of the room::
This is MY last chance, I can’t let this ruin my opportunity in law enforcement.
Come into the living room. ::smiles at her and goes to join Merle again::
::arches a brow at his rigidness:: Dude, have a seat. ::not in the mood to be formal this time, sits on her desk:: What is it?
And its my last chance too. I lose a job due to this information and I won’t ever work in law enforcement again. I’ll be lucky to be a checker at the grocery store.
::Follows! curious as to what they want::
And you may take everyone else with you, not to mention endanger us. ::huffs:: I’m sorry, Forge, but I’m going to have to report you to our superiors.
::listens to see what he has in mind::
We’ll need you to do a search on … Jack Spinner wasn’t it?
I’m not going to endanger anyone! I want to help take him out. To put him behind bars again before he takes out more kats.
::arches an eyebrow at that, even almost cracking a smile. clears his throat and takes a chair:: I really don’t know if I’m at liberty to tell you this or not, yet I feel it my responsibilty and furthermore my duty to notify you. Forge consumed a sizeable quantity of katnip at Derringer’s insistance when we went to do a job, and he was once addicted to it and worked closely with Derringer.
He confessed all of this to Agent Lyons and myself upon completion of our task.
::nods:: Yeah.
::goes to the door:: Then you’ll have to put on a mask and helmet and find the SWAT Kats to do it that way. ::opens the door and exits into the hall::
::Frowns. lets her go, leaning back in his seat there to await the yellings::
Jack Spinner. ::sits, starts accessing the net and does a search on him! what’s she find if anything?::
::marches down the hallway towards the director’s office lol::
::meanie!::
::gives him a look that could break a million mirrors:: He what?
::is thinking, and reconsidering, too. XD::
::knocks on Mark’s door::
::leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands together, looking Trina in the eye:: He.. did what he thought was necessary given the circumstances to get us into Derringer’s organization.
((Matt j00 there? LOL))
Come in.
((Did I miss something? XD ))
((Tessie’s doing a search for stuff on Jack Spinner))
::enters and stands at attention saluting:: Sir, I need to speak with you if you are available now, sir.

:: display various non-critical data on the individual, mainly just his status as a rather public official of the NSA ::
::is digging her claws into her desk, face set:: How much?
((:: was paying too much attention to the Forge subplot ::))
::voice tense and shakey::
((LOL! ::pats MoDaD::))
::sighs:: Sure. ::in that resigned, “Is lightning going to strike me too?” tone::
::relays the results of that search to Greenbox and LS::
((::started up evil, letting that ride. hmmm can I do evil here too?::))
((LOL))
((lol! ::charas all start packing up and leaving as they fear the Matt’s evil!::))
Uh.. ::shakes his head some, using his fingers to show an estimated length of Derringer’s knife:: A thin layer spanning about this length.
Hmm . . . I don’t think that helps very much, but thank you anyway.
::bites her lower lip, then sighs:: What else happened after that?
::stops saluting and shuts his door.:: It concerns an agent of ours who has put down false information in his application and leaving out information for a case that is pertinent.
Hmmm… try McGrath.
::Arches a brow, motions to a seat:: Go on.
((Mark))
:: don’t reveal anything ::
Alright. ::searches for McGrath!::
Nothing. No McGrath found.
We just delivered a few crates to some she-kat and her goons, which we planted with tracers of course. She mentioned Enzo, too. After that, we collected the money and took it back to Derringer.
::takes a seat in front of his desk:: It is Agent Joseph Forge, sir.
Huh? ::deeply puzzled at that, figured that even if he was from the future, there’d be information on his past self. Gulps:: Okay then . . .
::nods:: Was there… any more consumption after that?
He was a former … employee under Derringer, a recently paroled katnip dealer working mainly out of Twilight City. He was also addicted to katnip himself but never charged nor arrested for it.
(( ::only has one Yahoo entry come up for a world record on “dirtiest diapey”::))
((*dies*))
((::DIIIES::))
I am sorry I cannot be of more help.
((::DIIIIES!::))
:Arches a brow:: And, how do you know all this, Lyons?
No. Derringer didn’t offer, and Forge didn’t request.
It’s okay. I don’t even know what I should be looking for.
Can you try hacking into the NSA database, Tessie? We’ve got to see if there is anything fishy going on. Search for keywords in files such as “Spinner” and “pyrokenetic”. Maybe some other things you would know might help, Miss Merle?
I can try. It will take time so I am not found. ::Starts doing so though!::
Uh . . . ::looks more uncomfortable:: You could search for “Stormcrow”.
:lets out a sigh through her nose, nods:: I’ll… look into this, Ryder. Thanks for the info.
During our undercover investigation last evening with myself, Ryder and him, the boss Derringer brought it out into the open. We questioned Forge, Ryder and I that is, and he confessed. Forge told me the whole story himself earlier.
:: protected from outside public access, but vulnerable to a skilled intruder. ::
That is fine. Take your time and be careful.
::smiles:: I will, dad. ::heeee! is pretty good at the hacking bit! starts hacking away!::
::nods, leaning back into his seat:: Forge.. is a good agent, ma’am. This is the only circumstance in which I would call his judgement into question. Truth is, though, we may not be able to get any further with our investigation without him. Still, it might be possible.
:: once penetrated, reveals various data, including resource allocation, assigned agents, and paperwork regarding “Stormcrow” ::
Just now?
::nods:: Sir, yes sir.
::tries to access the information on “Stormcrow”::
I’m afraid he is a risk to not only the case, but to the MBI as a whole if anyone were to learn of his illegal dealings.
::looking down at the floor:: I trust all our agents, Ryder. If he chose to become part of this organization for the purpose of redeeming himself, well….
::stands, rubbing at his eyes, thinking:: Would it make you feel better if Korat and I questioned him?
::silent, jaw set::
:: information links LS to various domestic incidents of mayhem, including bombings, public destruction, conspiracy, arson, theft, and ties to international groups threatening National Security ::
::frowns. starts reading off the allegations and such to them!::
::stares open-mouthed, unable to speak from shock for a few moments:: . . . *WHY?* Why are they doing this?!
Did you not do these things?
::raises brow:: Whatever for sir? The fact remains he’s a liability. Especially if that Derringer gets him hooked back on katnip again, sir.
::eyes widen a moment, listens, looks at Stormcrow:: These aren’t true…?
Has Forge been dealing behind the Bureau’s back, Lyons?

Not to my knowledge.
Of course not! I’m only seventeen; I didn’t even *have* these powers until a few months ago!
::rubs at her head:: If he needs to be taken off the case, he will be. Unfortunately, I cant’ do anything. That’d be up to the captain and the director.
::Frowns:: then if this information is not correct, we should change it. ::XD::
Of course. ::nods:: And what of his punishment for drug abuse?
::smirks:: Can you do that without being traced?
I can attempt to. ::Starts trying to do so!::
* McGrath is now known as Rilth
:: meanwhile, at the hidden location in the desert ::
::standing by Tessie, now leans over to watch curiously, puts hand on shoulder for support::
((on her shoulder that is of course))
::whispered:: I don’t know.
::looks at Tessie curiously, waiting to see what will happen::
Well, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. For now, anyway. Korat and I will still speak to him.
(( ::profile changed to indicate her as a nature-loving bunny-hugger who ritually holds peace talks between fueding peoples:: Oh great, now the NRA’s going to come after me.))
((::DIIIIIES!::))
:: tilts his head, as if contemplating something. Eyes glow with electricity as he begins to link to the network ::
((*DIES*))
:: screen displays abruptly turns into a stream of random characters flooding the screen and scrolling down. Prompt near the bottom displays a traceroute in progress, piggybacking on Tessie’s connection ::
:: iniated traceroute and halted Database access ::
But… sir… ::looks at him incrediously lol:: he’s falsified statements in order to gain employment here. ::whuh oh, is she questioning a superior lol bad girl!::
::frowns:: I’m being traced. ::starts trying to terminate the trace and back out before is found::
::is showing an emotional vulnerability that she normally wouldn’t show at work::
::pauses, sensing some hurt from Trina at hearing all this. stands up to leave:: I better get back to my duties. If, um, you need me for something, just.. ya’ know.. get me. Yeah. ::scratches back of his neck and heads for the door::
THen abort this and get out. We’ll have to try again another time.
::gasps:: Get out of there, quick.
:gives him a nod::
Thanks.
I am trying.
:: compensates, denying access :: :: flashes an “ACCESS DENIED” as the traceroute continues to process ::
You said that already, Lyons. I’ll check into this with Twilight City HQ.
::Terminates her connection:: I believe I got out before the trace was completed.
His father, Commander Forge, knows of this already sir and helped him to avoid arrest or even suspicion.
::leaves her office and returns to the deskroom, somber::
I see. :pensive tone::
::pats her;: I hope so. Are you okay?
I hope so. ::looks a bit pale, afraid of being found this way::
::notes the tone and keeps her trap shut. waiting to be dismissed::
((brb))
:: frowns as the connection is terminated ::
::goes and sits on her couch, leaning her head back::
::smiles:: I am fine.
((Okay))
Go on ahead, Lyons. I’ll take it from here.
That’s good. ::holds the sphere closer:: So what do you think I should do now?
::stands and salutes:: Yes, sir. ::turns on heel and exits Mark’s office. scowls after leaving and goes to the breakroom. going to get some coffee::

I would stay hidden as someone does not want your information known or changed.
:goes ahead and gets in touch with Twilight City::
You can stay here as long as you need.
::nods:: Then it’s okay if I stay here? I don’t want to be . . . well, I guess I already *am* trouble, but I don’t want to be more than I need to be.

::looks relieved:: Thank you.
::frowns and pauses in her work::
((Back))
((WB!))
((wb!))

((WB!))
You are no trouble. ::smiles::
((thanks!))
Twilight City Enforcers. How my I direct your call?
::mrrrs and zaps into nearby console. zaps out of the desert base via powerlines, heading towards Megakat City::
Commander Forge, please. I’m calling from the Megakat City Bureau of Investigation.
::smiles a bit:: I’ll try to keep it that way.
((Mark))

::gets coffee and donut. sits at table to angrily gnaw on fuud lol::
Well then… how about we have breakfast? ::smiles::
Transfering… ::answers!:: commander Forge here.
I attempted those pancakes but they did not come out very well.
::remembers having not eaten since lunch:: Sounds good to me. ::ears perk:: Pancakes?
::in breakroom, dunking his donut into a glass of.. kool-aid:: Why, heeello there, Agent Lyons! Have you the times?
::makes way towards that building McGrath frequents lol for their meeting spot and all. soon arrives and appears out of powerline. goes solid , standing near the roof’s edge. On alert though, in case McGrath is there and has boobytrapped the roof::
Yes, though they turned out black, not brown as the packaging showed.
Let me make some more. ::smiles:: You two can watch TV. Perhaps the news is on with something concerning the NSA.
:: returns to supervising the project ::
… have I what? ::asks in an annoyed tone lol::
* Rilth is now known as McGrath
Commander, it’s Director Mark Sulfur.
::nods:: Very well then, dad. ::smiles. takes up remote and turns it over to the news::
Director Sulfer! Nice to hear from you again. What can I do for you?
Um, okay. ::goes to take a seat:: I’m not good with pancakes, but I can help with other stuff, if you want. ::can cook most things with clear instructions; sometimes made her own dinner when mom worked late::
The times? The Megkat Times? Newspaper? Print? Comic section? ::loud, drawn out sigh:: I guess some kats just don’t appreciate the fine masterpieces that are the funnies of today. ::chomps into his kool-aid soggy donut::
((^Megakat))
::goes into the kitchen… tosses the burned pancakes but keeps the ones that aren’t so bad XD makes up s’more with her batter::
No I don’t have the paper. Sorry.
Give me an explanation, perhaps…?
::munches donut lol gulps down coffee::
Explanation of…?
::scanning the roof for anything other than roof or items previously there::
::so we watch zee TV?::
Agent Joseph Forge’s past ‘nip addiction?
((Mark)
::jez! we watch de TV! She still got that sphere out where it can be seen?::
::Frown though he can’t see:: What are you talking about?
::probably. Keeps it held against her chest, for reassurance::
::notes it:: Whats is that, Miss Merle?
::did Tessie make up anything else besides the pancakes?::
::nope! just the pancakes::
Oh well. You know, ::talking with mouth full, sputtering some crumbs onto the table as he talks:: I once had a pretty good notion for a comic strip, one I liked to call “So Cool, It Hertz,” which would be all about my daring adventures of evading wedgies, papercuts, and extra-curricular activities in the fast lane of elementary school. ::finally swallows:: Kats, that would’ve been some hard-hitting stuff right there.
It’s something the kat who told me to come here gave me. He said it will keep Spinner from tracking me.
It seems your son confessed to a past history of katnip addiction to two of my agents, but I don’t want to believe it until I hear ir from you.
((::DIIIES HERTZ!::))
::curious look:: May I see it?
((LOL))
((brb))
What happens if it is? What are you gonna do with him?
I guess. ::holds it out in one hand:: Just for a moment, though. I like keeping it close.
At this point, I don’t know.
::then scrambles up some eggs too as that’s easy for him. XD glad they recently went to the grocery -g-::
::Sighs:: Its true.
::Takes it:: I understand. ::looks it over curiously, trying to figure out how it works::
::sits:: Care to tell me more?
::watches::
::makes a “ew” expression of disgust with Hertz’ sloppyness and bad manners lol!:: And you didn’t do it… why…?
::finishes her report and grabs up her belongings, leaving a note in the office e-mail server that she’s heading home early due to an upset stomach::
((back))
He got in with a bad crowd. I tried to stop him, but couldn’t. He got hooked. Tasha and her partner busted him in a house we were doing a raid on. They got him out and he asked for help to get out of it all. I made sure Derringer went to prison, and got my son help.
((WB!))
::steps out and locks her office, backpack over her shoulder::
((WB!_
((WB!))
:: descends from above, landing on the roof in front of Protocol, a minor distance away ::
how did this Derringer get outta prison?
((mark))
((wb!))
I would like to merge with this later when dad can help me. If you don’t mind that is.
::soon finishes with the meal, makes the three of them each a plate and sets before the girls on coffee table lol dining room table used for a few computers XD no room for eating there:: Here you go. Want milk or juice?
Parole. I tried to keep him behind bars and couldn’t.
I decided it would be much too provocative. Kits shouldn’t be exposed to those sort of topics, or other such things as.. as.. oh- I can barely even say it now! ::seems to be struggling to go on, but manages in a hollow, dark voice:: Dodgeball.
::want him to run into the Trina?::
::narrows eyes at him:: Whot are you doing, McGrath? You’re making Rilth annoyed.
Wonderful. ::small sigh:: I have him investigating the ‘nip case. Do you think it’d be wise to keep him in that case?
::if you wants!::
::frowns:: I’d like to have a better idea of what Spinner’s going to do first, and maybe find a way to hide from him. Once that happens, ::shrugs:: sure, I guess you can.
::mun laughin’ XD:: What’s so horrible about dodgeball? It was a fun game.
((::DEADDODGEBALL!::))
(( I… I was used as the ball! ::wails!!!::))
I’m staying a step ahead of him. Are you back for seconds?
((::SOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
((lol!!))
((*dies*))
Thank you, dad. ::Smiles and nods to Stormcrow:: I will try to make it easier to hide from him, or make him go away.
Depends. What does he want to do?
::waiting for what you two wanna drink XD::
… seconds?
::standing behind her then! :: Trina.
Milk. ::smiles. moop! beat me, Greenboxmun!::
Thank you. ::then to Greenbox:: Juice sounds good.
::clutches chest at her words, nearly tipping out of his chair:: ARE YOU MAD, WOMAN!? That game ruined my life! Not to mention my knees, kidney, teeth, and left pinky! Augh, the horror of it all!! ::hands over his eyes::
:: points at his head ::
:misses the keyhole and accidentally carves her door some, looks over her shoulder:: Oh.
You okay? You don’t look so good.
::nods and goes to get the two their drinks! returns and sets juice ‘n milk down. has made coffee for himself, sits with that::
Look into where these shipments are being taken. It’s more of an undercover sting with two other agents. Unfortunately, one of them doesn’t trust him already.
Let me guess, you always lost?
Is that an offer? ::folds arms::
::smiles:: THanks dad. ::sips milk. starts eating!::
::locks her door: I’m not feeling well. I”m just gonna head home. ::softly::
Thanks. ::drinks some juice, then begins tucking into food::
No, it isn’t.
Then its no good. In that sort of undercover operation, all involved must have trust in one another. Pull ‘em out.
There is no “losing” in dodgeball. Only complete, utter, humiliating devestation! I still have marks from those days of torment!
::nods. soflty:: ….she told you, didn’t you?
I can’t let you stop Rilth, McGrath.
::Thinks Josie told her XD::
dad, I would like to merge with her sphere there. I want your help though in monitoring my movements if something were to happen.
… ::palms face a moment:: Hertz… it is just a GAME. Not life or death.
::about to sip from his cup:: Are you sure you want to do that? I can try to monitor you but I’ve never seen anything like this.
::frowns:: Is there something more to this that I should know about, Commander?
::equally soft:: No. I heard from Ryder.
I alone won’t be able to. In the end, I suspect you’ll be the one who does.
That is why we should look into it. IF it prevents them from tracking her, perhaps this technology can be used for others like me, and for further protecting Miss Merle.
No. I want him to achieve his goal… I want the planet to be taken then destroyed…. ::unfolds her arms, clenches fists. angry look to her face::
Yeah, but I’d still like to wait a bit before we do that, Miss Reed.
If you want rid of him send him to me. I’ll put him to work here again.
I’m sorry. ::reaches up to put a hand on her shoulder::
::nods:: I was thinking the same thing. If both of you are up to it, then we’ll examine it. ::looks at LS:: Whenever you are ready is fine.
Oh, Lyons. Lyons, Lyons. ::shaking head somberly, wiping a small tear from his eye:: If only you had seen the sort of carnage I witnessed.. shoes flying.. ligaments twisted.. eyes gouged and glasses fractured.. I can’t go on. ::takes a long, hard swig of kool-aid::
I never said anything about getting rid of him, Commander. I just want to know if I should put him on another case. Is Derringer this dangerous?
You might think that now, and I can’t blame you. :: turns away from her :: There’s nothing here for you. All you knew is gone, and all that exists threatens to betray you or works against you.
Derringer is a very dangerous tom. By my figures he’s close to the top, though still a few kats above him. Not sure how many though. He’s not someone to take lightly. I will say this. If anyone can get you in and keep you in, Joseph can do it.
It’s already been done. ::sorta tense under his shoulder;: I gotta go. I’ll… see you at work, okay? ;:sort of hurries down the hall::
Where did you say you went to school again?
::watches her go:: Trina…wait. ::goes after her::
That’s what I wanted to know. I do need to know, however. Is there a reason his ‘nip addiction was kept under wraps?
I’m glad you understand then.
yes, I’d like to examine it whenever you are ready.
::heads down to her car, tossing her backpack into the back seat::
::nods:: Okay then. ::looks at her food. There’s nothing on the news, presumably, or did mun miss something?::
::gasps, even choking a bit as he finishes off his drink:: Peabody Elementary aka Stalag 13.
::nah, prolly not::
::follows!:: Trina! ::stops at her door:: So this is how its gonna be? You’re just gonna walk away when I make a mistake?
That some sort of military academy or what…?
::is doing an interesting story on dodgeball and its effects on small kittens emotional states::
Everything seems hopeless, or pointless. I haven’t exactly presented a scenario that tells otherwise either. :: pauses :: I did not think that he would have talked to you.
((::dies Fletch!::))
::finishes up her breakfast. gets up and goes to put her dishes away::
((::DIIIES!::))
((LOL))
And why is that?
I didn’t want my son to spend the rest of his life struggling to get a job because of somethign he did as a mistake as a teenager. He deserved better than that.
Because he doesn’t need to.
::watches, finishing too:: I don’t know if I should be worried about this or not. At least the NSA hasn’t publically started looking for me.
::goes to put away dishes with Tessie::
They should not look for you here as you have no connections to us outside of this meeting.
I am NOT walking away, Joe. ::glares at him:: You made a mistake, fine. What has me sick to my stomach is that you did the exact same thing I feared you’d do. Once in your lifetime was enough, but not again. I… I don’t even know what to think right now.
Nope, just your run of the mill learning institution. I don’t doubt some of the teachers had military backgrounds though, as I’m sure our principle always wore army boots.. and those funny little green berets.

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