2006-01-28

<Josie_Lyons> 4 Staye in skool!

<Josie_Lyons> ::next day/morning?::

<Joseph_Forge> ::next day mayhaps?::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::is up and dressed. has to go into work today::

* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder

<StormcrowMerle> ::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!::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::issa in the kitchen fixing some breakfast. peering at the box of pancake mix and wondering why they don’t look quite right. lol!::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::enters kitchen. quietly to Tessie:: Is she awake yet?

<Joseph_Forge> ::where be’s the Josie?::

<Josie_Lyons> ::coming into work! looks for Joe::

<Joseph_Forge> ::sipping some coffee and waiting for her at her desk!::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::quietly:: No, not yet. Are you hungry? ::offers him blackened pancake. XD::

<TrinaKorat> ::is fuming, venting at Mark about Jack Spinner, and it’s unusual to see her “RAR!” side. XD::

<Josie_Lyons> ::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

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> 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

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> I think you’re stepping outta line. ::heard from his office if anyone wishes:: <Trina> OUT OF LINE?! The kat wanted to barge in here and arrest one of our own for her supernatural powers! <Mark> Trina, you aimed a gun at ‘im… <Trina> With good reason!

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::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::))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::nods and takes a bite of her own. frowns at nasty taste. Chunks all of them in the trash XD::

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

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::DIIES::))

<Josie_Lyons> ((<Fletch> Very Eenterestink. ::puffs cigar, sinks back down::))

<Jack_Spinner> :: 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 ::

<StormcrowMerle> 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::

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL!))

<FletchRyder> ::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::

<Joseph_Forge> ::Notes Josie coming in:: Lyons…we need to talk.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> 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. <Trina> ::huffs. XD::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::steps back and laughs some. blinks seeing that sphere thing. reaches out to take it up if it lands on the floor::

<Josie_Lyons> Yes. We do… Conference room? ::or is that where Trina and Mark are?::

<TrinaKorat> :are in Mark’s office::

<StormcrowMerle> ::watches as he catches the sphere:: Um, sorry about that. ::reaches to accept it back::

<Joseph_Forge> ::motions for her to go first. takes another sip of coffee::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> I’m gonna see what I can get outta all this. Now, didn’t you say you had another report for me? <Trina> Once I finish filing it. ::turns to go:: <Mark> :nods, lets her, rubbing at his head:: <Trina> ::heads out of his office and back towards hers::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> What’s this thing? Did you make this like your flame spheres? ::peering at it curiously::

<Jack_Spinner> :: is early. Takes a seat, and awaits the arrival of others. ::

<Josie_Lyons> ::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::

<FletchRyder> ::has just barely passed by Mark’s door when he hears it opening from behind him. turns around and sees Trina exit, perchance?::

<Joseph_Forge> ::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::

<StormcrowMerle> ::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?

<TrinaKorat> ::shua! is rubbing her bangs back into her hair, trying not to look too frustrated::

<FletchRyder> Lieutenant. ::small salute:: Good morning.

<Josie_Lyons> ::sits down across from him::

<TrinaKorat> ‘Morning, Ryder. :stifles a yawn with a sigh:: What do you have for me?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> How does it work though? And for how long? ::hands it back to her reluctantly::

<TrinaKorat> ((BRB!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((Okay))

<Joseph_Forge> 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.

<FletchRyder> Just some files regarding our progress on the ‘nip investigation, along with some papers that need signed.

<StormcrowMerle> 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.

<StormcrowMerle> ::takes it and holds it close, almost like a security object::

<Josie_Lyons> ::nods:: Alright.

<Josie_Lyons> ::look of “go on”::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> 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.

<Joseph_Forge> ((brb))

<FletchRyder> ((<Greenbox> ::eyes the round object sinisterly, a scary gleam in his eyes:: <LS> ::weirded out!:: <Greenbox> You must give that to me! <LS> Um, how ’bout ‘no.’ <Greenbox> B-b-but! It would make the perfect bowling ball! <LS>…))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::DIIIES!:: <Greenbox> I shall name it… Zed the SECOND!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((*DEAD*!!!))

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: Thank you, Dr. ::looks around the apartment::

<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Greenbox> I’ll finally be able to throw off binds of the bumpers and walk as an equal among my bowling league peers!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))

<Joseph_Forge> ((back))

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> 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.

<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))

<Josie_Lyons> ((WB!))

<StormcrowMerle> 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.

<Joseph_Forge> 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)

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Isn’t McGrath part of the MBI? He can help you… I could drive you somewhere too if you need it.

<TrinaKorat> ((back. Grah, sorries!))

<StormcrowMerle> 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.

<TrinaKorat> ::takes papers, nods:: Alright. Any progress in that one?

<Josie_Lyons> ((WB!))

<Joseph_Forge> 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)

<Joseph_Forge> 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.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::frowns:: Well he certainly seems to know how to find you… ::ponders things::

<FletchRyder> 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::

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: Yeah, and it scares me.

<TrinaKorat> But…? ::as tho’ expecting more, as she takes the papers to her office::

<Josie_Lyons> ::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.

<Josie_Lyons> Without you in it.

<FletchRyder> ::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::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> 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?

<Joseph_Forge> ::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?

<StormcrowMerle> 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. <Sort of.>

<TrinaKorat> ::feels the fur on her neck standing on end, but keeps a collected face on (or tries to anyway):: Oh?

<Josie_Lyons> 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!

<FletchRyder> Perhaps we should continue this conversation in your office, ma’am. ::standing at her door::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> 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

<Joseph_Forge> ::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.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> hmm? On what?

<TrinaKorat> ::sighs, motions him inside::

<Josie_Lyons> 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.

<FletchRyder> ::walks in, standing rigid in the middle of the room::

<Josie_Lyons> This is MY last chance, I can’t let this ruin my opportunity in law enforcement.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Come into the living room. ::smiles at her and goes to join Merle again::

<TrinaKorat> ::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?

<Joseph_Forge> 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.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::Follows! curious as to what they want::

<Josie_Lyons> 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.

<StormcrowMerle> ::listens to see what he has in mind::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> We’ll need you to do a search on … Jack Spinner wasn’t it?

<Joseph_Forge> 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.

<FletchRyder> ::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.

<FletchRyder> He confessed all of this to Agent Lyons and myself upon completion of our task.

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: Yeah.

<Josie_Lyons> ::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::

<Joseph_Forge> ::Frowns. lets her go, leaning back in his seat there to await the yellings::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Jack Spinner. ::sits, starts accessing the net and does a search on him! what’s she find if anything?::

<Josie_Lyons> ::marches down the hallway towards the director’s office lol::

<Joseph_Forge> ::meanie!::

<TrinaKorat> ::gives him a look that could break a million mirrors:: He what?

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::is thinking, and reconsidering, too. XD::

<Josie_Lyons> ::knocks on Mark’s door::

<FletchRyder> ::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.

<Josie_Lyons> ((Matt j00 there? LOL))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Come in.

<McGrath> ((Did I miss something? XD ))

<Joseph_Forge> ((Tessie’s doing a search for stuff on Jack Spinner))

<Josie_Lyons> ::enters and stands at attention saluting:: Sir, I need to speak with you if you are available now, sir.

<McGrath> <Search Results> :: display various non-critical data on the individual, mainly just his status as a rather public official of the NSA ::

<TrinaKorat> ::is digging her claws into her desk, face set:: How much?

<McGrath> ((:: was paying too much attention to the Forge subplot ::))

<TrinaKorat> ::voice tense and shakey::

<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL! ::pats MoDaD::))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::sighs:: Sure. ::in that resigned, “Is lightning going to strike me too?” tone::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::relays the results of that search to Greenbox and LS::

<Josie_Lyons> ((<Matt>::started up evil, letting that ride. hmmm can I do evil here too?::))

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))

<Joseph_Forge> ((lol! <Forge>::charas all start packing up and leaving as they fear the Matt’s evil!::))

<FletchRyder> Uh.. ::shakes his head some, using his fingers to show an estimated length of Derringer’s knife:: A thin layer spanning about this length.

<StormcrowMerle> Hmm . . . I don’t think that helps very much, but thank you anyway.

<TrinaKorat> ::bites her lower lip, then sighs:: What else happened after that?

<Josie_Lyons> ::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.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Hmmm… try McGrath.

<TrinaKorat> ::Arches a brow, motions to a seat:: Go on.

<TrinaKorat> ((Mark))

<McGrath> <Search Results> :: don’t reveal anything ::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Alright. ::searches for McGrath!::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Nothing. No McGrath found.

<FletchRyder> 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.

<Josie_Lyons> ::takes a seat in front of his desk:: It is Agent Joseph Forge, sir.

<StormcrowMerle> 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 . . .

<TrinaKorat> ::nods:: Was there… any more consumption after that?

<Josie_Lyons> 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.

<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> ::only has one Yahoo entry come up for a world record on “dirtiest diapey”::))

<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::DIIIES::))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I am sorry I cannot be of more help.

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> :Arches a brow:: And, how do you know all this, Lyons?

<FletchRyder> No. Derringer didn’t offer, and Forge didn’t request.

<StormcrowMerle> It’s okay. I don’t even know what I should be looking for.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> 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?

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I can try. It will take time so I am not found. ::Starts doing so though!::

<StormcrowMerle> Uh . . . ::looks more uncomfortable:: You could search for “Stormcrow”.

<TrinaKorat> :lets out a sigh through her nose, nods:: I’ll… look into this, Ryder. Thanks for the info.

<Josie_Lyons> 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.

<McGrath> <NSA Database> :: protected from outside public access, but vulnerable to a skilled intruder. ::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> That is fine. Take your time and be careful.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::smiles:: I will, dad. ::heeee! is pretty good at the hacking bit! starts hacking away!::

<FletchRyder> ::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.

<McGrath> <NSA Database> :: once penetrated, reveals various data, including resource allocation, assigned agents, and paperwork regarding “Stormcrow” ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Just now?

<Josie_Lyons> ::nods:: Sir, yes sir.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::tries to access the information on “Stormcrow”::

<Josie_Lyons> 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.

<TrinaKorat> ::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….

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::stands, rubbing at his eyes, thinking:: Would it make you feel better if Korat and I questioned him?

<FletchRyder> ::silent, jaw set::

<McGrath> <NSA Database> :: information links LS to various domestic incidents of mayhem, including bombings, public destruction, conspiracy, arson, theft, and ties to international groups threatening National Security ::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::frowns. starts reading off the allegations and such to them!::

<StormcrowMerle> ::stares open-mouthed, unable to speak from shock for a few moments:: . . . *WHY?* Why are they doing this?!

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Did you not do these things?

<Josie_Lyons> ::raises brow:: Whatever for sir? The fact remains he’s a liability. Especially if that Derringer gets him hooked back on katnip again, sir.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::eyes widen a moment, listens, looks at Stormcrow:: These aren’t true…?

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Has Forge been dealing behind the Bureau’s back, Lyons?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> <She IS a bit young for all of THIS…>

<Josie_Lyons> Not to my knowledge.

<StormcrowMerle> Of course not! I’m only seventeen; I didn’t even *have* these powers until a few months ago!

<TrinaKorat> ::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.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> ::Frowns:: then if this information is not correct, we should change it. ::XD::

<FletchRyder> Of course. ::nods:: And what of his punishment for drug abuse?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::smirks:: Can you do that without being traced?

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I can attempt to. ::Starts trying to do so!::

* McGrath is now known as Rilth

<Rilth> :: meanwhile, at the hidden location in the desert ::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::standing by Tessie, now leans over to watch curiously, puts hand on shoulder for support::

<Josie_Lyons> ((on her shoulder that is of course))

<TrinaKorat> ::whispered:: I don’t know.

<StormcrowMerle> ::looks at Tessie curiously, waiting to see what will happen::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Well, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. For now, anyway. Korat and I will still speak to him.

<FletchRyder> ((<LS> ::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.))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))

<Rilth> :: tilts his head, as if contemplating something. Eyes glow with electricity as he begins to link to the network :: <Someone has penetrated the network>

<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))

<Rilth> <NSA Database> :: 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 ::

<Rilth> :: iniated traceroute and halted Database access ::

<Josie_Lyons> 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!::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::frowns:: I’m being traced. ::starts trying to terminate the trace and back out before is found::

<TrinaKorat> ::is showing an emotional vulnerability that she normally wouldn’t show at work::

<FletchRyder> ::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::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> THen abort this and get out. We’ll have to try again another time.

<StormcrowMerle> ::gasps:: Get out of there, quick.

<TrinaKorat> :gives him a nod::

<TrinaKorat> Thanks.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I am trying.

<Rilth> :: compensates, denying access :: <Computer> :: flashes an “ACCESS DENIED” as the traceroute continues to process ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> You said that already, Lyons. I’ll check into this with Twilight City HQ.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::Terminates her connection:: I believe I got out before the trace was completed.

<Josie_Lyons> His father, Commander Forge, knows of this already sir and helped him to avoid arrest or even suspicion.

<FletchRyder> ::leaves her office and returns to the deskroom, somber::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> I see. :pensive tone::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::pats her;: I hope so. Are you okay?

<StormcrowMerle> I hope so. ::looks a bit pale, afraid of being found this way::

<Josie_Lyons> ::notes the tone and keeps her trap shut. waiting to be dismissed::

<FletchRyder> ((brb))

<Rilth> :: frowns as the connection is terminated :: <Protocol>

<TrinaKorat> ::goes and sits on her couch, leaning her head back::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::smiles:: I am fine.

<StormcrowMerle> ((Okay))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Go on ahead, Lyons. I’ll take it from here.

<StormcrowMerle> That’s good. ::holds the sphere closer:: So what do you think I should do now?

<Josie_Lyons> ::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::

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> <Yes, whot is it?>

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I would stay hidden as someone does not want your information known or changed.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> :goes ahead and gets in touch with Twilight City::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> You can stay here as long as you need.

<StormcrowMerle> ::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.

<Rilth> <Your associate is causing trouble. Perhaps you should… deal with him>

<StormcrowMerle> ::looks relieved:: Thank you.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> ::frowns and pauses in her work:: <McGrath you mean…?>

<FletchRyder> ((Back))

<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))

<Rilth> <At your earliest descretion>

<Josie_Lyons> ((WB!))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> You are no trouble. ::smiles::

<FletchRyder> ((thanks!))

<Joseph_Forge> <TCDispatch> Twilight City Enforcers. How my I direct your call?

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol>::mrrrs and zaps into nearby console. zaps out of the desert base via powerlines, heading towards Megakat City:: <Where is he even at?>

<TrinaKorat> Commander Forge, please. I’m calling from the Megakat City Bureau of Investigation.

<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles a bit:: I’ll try to keep it that way.

<TrinaKorat> ((Mark))

<Rilth> <I’m sure you can find him>

<Josie_Lyons> ::gets coffee and donut. sits at table to angrily gnaw on fuud lol::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Well then… how about we have breakfast? ::smiles::

<Joseph_Forge> <Dispatch> Transfering… <Robert>::answers!:: commander Forge here.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I attempted those pancakes but they did not come out very well.

<StormcrowMerle> ::remembers having not eaten since lunch:: Sounds good to me. ::ears perk:: Pancakes?

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::in breakroom, dunking his donut into a glass of.. kool-aid:: Why, heeello there, Agent Lyons! Have you the times?

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> ::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::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Yes, though they turned out black, not brown as the packaging showed.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Let me make some more. ::smiles:: You two can watch TV. Perhaps the news is on with something concerning the NSA.

<Rilth> :: returns to supervising the project ::

<Josie_Lyons> … have I what? ::asks in an annoyed tone lol::

* Rilth is now known as McGrath

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Commander, it’s Director Mark Sulfur.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::nods:: Very well then, dad. ::smiles. takes up remote and turns it over to the news::

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> Director Sulfer! Nice to hear from you again. What can I do for you?

<StormcrowMerle> 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::

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> 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::

<FletchRyder> ((^Megakat))

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::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::

<Josie_Lyons> No I don’t have the paper. Sorry.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Give me an explanation, perhaps…?

<Josie_Lyons> ::munches donut lol gulps down coffee::

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> Explanation of…?

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol>::scanning the roof for anything other than roof or items previously there::

<StormcrowMerle> ::so we watch zee TV?::

<TrinaKorat> Agent Joseph Forge’s past ‘nip addiction?

<TrinaKorat> ((Mark)

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::jez! we watch de TV! She still got that sphere out where it can be seen?::

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert>::Frown though he can’t see:: What are you talking about?

<StormcrowMerle> ::probably. Keeps it held against her chest, for reassurance::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::notes it:: Whats is that, Miss Merle?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::did Tessie make up anything else besides the pancakes?::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::nope! just the pancakes::

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> 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.

<StormcrowMerle> It’s something the kat who told me to come here gave me. He said it will keep Spinner from tracking me.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> 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.

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES HERTZ!::))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::curious look:: May I see it?

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))

<McGrath> ((brb))

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> What happens if it is? What are you gonna do with him?

<StormcrowMerle> I guess. ::holds it out in one hand:: Just for a moment, though. I like keeping it close.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> At this point, I don’t know.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::then scrambles up some eggs too as that’s easy for him. XD glad they recently went to the grocery -g-::

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> ::Sighs:: Its true.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> ::Takes it:: I understand. ::looks it over curiously, trying to figure out how it works::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::sits:: Care to tell me more?

<StormcrowMerle> ::watches::

<Josie_Lyons> ::makes a “ew” expression of disgust with Hertz’ sloppyness and bad manners lol!:: And you didn’t do it… why…?

<TrinaKorat> ::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::

<McGrath> ((back))

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> 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.

<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))

<TrinaKorat> ::steps out and locks her office, backpack over her shoulder::

<TrinaKorat> ((WB!_

<Josie_Lyons> ((WB!))

<McGrath> :: descends from above, landing on the roof in front of Protocol, a minor distance away ::

<TrinaKorat> how did this Derringer get outta prison?

<TrinaKorat> ((mark))

<StormcrowMerle> ((wb!))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I would like to merge with this later when dad can help me. If you don’t mind that is.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::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?

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> Parole. I tried to keep him behind bars and couldn’t.

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> 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.

<Joseph_Forge> ::want him to run into the Trina?::

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol>::narrows eyes at him:: Whot are you doing, McGrath? You’re making Rilth annoyed.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Wonderful. ::small sigh:: I have him investigating the ‘nip case. Do you think it’d be wise to keep him in that case?

<TrinaKorat> ::if you wants!::

<StormcrowMerle> ::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.

<Josie_Lyons> ::mun laughin’ XD:: What’s so horrible about dodgeball? It was a fun game.

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEADDODGEBALL!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((<Hertz> I… I was used as the ball! ::wails!!!::))

<McGrath> I’m staying a step ahead of him. Are you back for seconds?

<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOOOOOOODEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((*dies*))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Thank you, dad. ::Smiles and nods to Stormcrow:: I will try to make it easier to hide from him, or make him go away.

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> Depends. What does he want to do?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::waiting for what you two wanna drink XD::

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> … seconds?

<Joseph_Forge> ::standing behind her then! :: Trina.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Milk. ::smiles. moop! beat me, Greenboxmun!::

<StormcrowMerle> Thank you. ::then to Greenbox:: Juice sounds good.

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::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::

<McGrath> :: points at his head ::

<TrinaKorat> <Trina> :misses the keyhole and accidentally carves her door some, looks over her shoulder:: Oh.

<Joseph_Forge> You okay? You don’t look so good.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::nods and goes to get the two their drinks! returns and sets juice ‘n milk down. has made coffee for himself, sits with that::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> 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.

<Josie_Lyons> Let me guess, you always lost?

<Josie_Lyons> <Procotol> Is that an offer? ::folds arms::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::smiles:: THanks dad. ::sips milk. starts eating!::

<TrinaKorat> ::locks her door: I’m not feeling well. I”m just gonna head home. ::softly::

<StormcrowMerle> Thanks. ::drinks some juice, then begins tucking into food::

<McGrath> No, it isn’t.

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> Then its no good. In that sort of undercover operation, all involved must have trust in one another. Pull ‘em out.

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> There is no “losing” in dodgeball. Only complete, utter, humiliating devestation! I still have marks from those days of torment!

<Joseph_Forge> ::nods. soflty:: ….she told you, didn’t you?

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> I can’t let you stop Rilth, McGrath.

<Joseph_Forge> ::Thinks Josie told her XD::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> dad, I would like to merge with her sphere there. I want your help though in monitoring my movements if something were to happen.

<Josie_Lyons> … ::palms face a moment:: Hertz… it is just a GAME. Not life or death.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::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.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::frowns:: Is there something more to this that I should know about, Commander?

<TrinaKorat> ::equally soft:: No. I heard from Ryder.

<McGrath> I alone won’t be able to. In the end, I suspect you’ll be the one who does.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> 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.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> 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::

<StormcrowMerle> Yeah, but I’d still like to wait a bit before we do that, Miss Reed.

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> If you want rid of him send him to me. I’ll put him to work here again.

<Joseph_Forge> I’m sorry. ::reaches up to put a hand on her shoulder::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::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.

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> 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::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> 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?

<McGrath> 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.

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> 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.

<TrinaKorat> 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::

<Josie_Lyons> Where did you say you went to school again?

<Joseph_Forge> ::watches her go:: Trina…wait. ::goes after her::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> That’s what I wanted to know. I do need to know, however. Is there a reason his ‘nip addiction was kept under wraps?

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> I’m glad you understand then.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> yes, I’d like to examine it whenever you are ready.

<TrinaKorat> ::heads down to her car, tossing her backpack into the back seat::

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: Okay then. ::looks at her food. There’s nothing on the news, presumably, or did mun miss something?::

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::gasps, even choking a bit as he finishes off his drink:: Peabody Elementary aka Stalag 13.

<Josie_Lyons> <News>::nah, prolly not::

<Joseph_Forge> ::follows!:: Trina! ::stops at her door:: So this is how its gonna be? You’re just gonna walk away when I make a mistake?

<Josie_Lyons> That some sort of military academy or what…?

<FletchRyder> <Tab Mouser> ::is doing an interesting story on dodgeball and its effects on small kittens emotional states::

<McGrath> 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.

<Josie_Lyons> ((::dies Fletch!::))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::finishes up her breakfast. gets up and goes to put her dishes away::

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> And why is that?

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> 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.

<McGrath> Because he doesn’t need to.

<StormcrowMerle> ::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.

<StormcrowMerle> ::goes to put away dishes with Tessie::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> They should not look for you here as you have no connections to us outside of this meeting.

<TrinaKorat> 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.

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> 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.

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods to that::

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> Perhaps he was bored. Or he wants the extra help until things in his plan is completed. I’m sure I’ll be eliminated when my usefulness ceases.

<Joseph_Forge> I couldn’t help it Trina! He had a knife in my face! Geez…. Its not something I’m dying to go do again.

<McGrath> It doesn’t need to be thay way. You don’t need to… die.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> … ::thinking, frowns some:: McGrath knew you are here, Tessie… he knew to send Merle to me. ::looks at LS:: Are… Spinner and the NSA able to have access to future information you think as this McGrath seems to?

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> I see. Well, by law, the captain and I have to question him. But, he’s not gonna be going anywhere anytime soon, so dont’ worry. I just needed more information.

<Josie_Lyons> ::finishes up her donut and coffee:: It’s a wonder you managed to finish gradeschool even… ::sarcastically lol::

<TrinaKorat> :sighs, hands in her head::

<StormcrowMerle> ::gulps:: I don’t know. But McGrath did say Spinner doesn’t have access to the information he does, whatever that means.

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert> Alright. As I said though, things there get nasty send him here. I can use some more kats out here.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Perhaps we should consider an alternate location if things get bad here.

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> I know! Thank you! ::satisfied look, and ego boosted:: I guess you could just call me a surviver. A rugged, totally independent kat of complete survivalness.

<Joseph_Forge> I didn’t want to…you can ask them. I denied him the first time he asked. I’ve denied him all this time untill he had that knife at me. I’d have rathered done that than jeopardized the mission, and the lives of two other agents.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Very well. Thank you.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> I don’t NEED to do a lot of things McGrath, and quite frankly listening to your endless prattle is one of them. You will loose again, so just give up now and be done with it!

<Joseph_Forge> <Robert>::hangs up!::

<StormcrowMerle> That might be a good idea.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::does as well, calls up Jason and tells him, and schedules a minor “interrogation”::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Hrrmm… ::thinking of possible locations they could go to. mun pondering this as well lol XD::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> I could find and secure alternate locations if you should think it necessary, dad.

<TrinaKorat> :knows she can’t argue with that, and dangit, wants to yell at him, wants to strangle him, wants to ground him if she could XD, but has nothing;:

<Josie_Lyons> ::snort laughs a little and grins at him:: If that is what gets you through the day…

<Joseph_Forge> ::sighs:: I’m sorry..for all of it. ::turns to go back inside and let her go home::

<McGrath> I can’t give up. I haven’t lost. We still haven’t lost :: gestures to the city-scape all around :: This doesn’t have to end. I won’t let it. Whether it’s extraterestrials, inter-dimensional rogues, domestic megalomaniacs or insane scientists threatening all of this, they cannot be allowed to succeed.

<StormcrowMerle> I’m sorry about all of this.

<TrinaKorat> ::looking down, softly:: Can I call you later?

<FletchRyder> <Hertz> Gosh, thanks bunches, Agent Lyons! You’ve certainly helped me overcome a very bleak, supressed memory that I’ve always had holding me down! But now! Now I feel as if I could tackle that stapler once and for all at the front desk! Hahaha! ::pushes himself back from the table, stands up, pushes his sleeves up, and marches out of the break room::

<Josie_Lyons> ((<Mark> TALK! <Joe> I DID! Weren’t you listening? <Jase> We don’t care about the ‘nip, we want your granny’s pie recipe and we want it now! <Joe> What? Why?! <Mark> We’re the MBI… that really stands for “Momma Bates’ Individuals” and your granny’s pies are puting a damper on her donut buisness!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))

<Joseph_Forge> ::Turns back to her:: If you still want to talk tm e.

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

<Joseph_Forge> ((^to me))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<TrinaKorat> I do. And… n…not about this.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> What do you care of this city? Of this world? You’ve no one in it left who cares whether or not you’ll see another sunrise.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Sorry? For what?

<StormcrowMerle> Bringing you into all of this.

<Josie_Lyons> Er… you’re welcome? ::confused lol just stares after him::

<Joseph_Forge> ::nods. goes and tries to hug her::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::smiles:: It’s alright, Miss Merle… say, what is your first name by the way? I don’t feel we should be so formal.

<TrinaKorat> ::lets him, squeezing her eyes shut::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::listening! looking at that sphere some. wants to see what it is exactly::

<StormcrowMerle> . . . Well, it’s Elizabeth, but most people call me Stormcrow. ::figures that if she gets out of this alive, she might as well start telling people her real name::

<Joseph_Forge> ::rubs her back:: I promised you I wouldn’t forget who I am, and I don’t plan on it either.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Which do you prefer?

<StormcrowMerle> ::small smile:: Stormcrow. It seems most appropriate right now.

<Josie_Lyons> ::stands now and tosses her napkin away. heads back with her cup to the deskroom::

<TrinaKorat> And, I was the first one to jump the gun. I’m sorry.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::puzzled look:: How so?

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::smiles:: then we shall call you Stormcrow. ::knows what its like to have many names::

<Joseph_Forge> Its okay..you weren’t the first. ::kisses the top of her head and smiles:: Go on and relax. I’ll go take care of the mess in here.

<McGrath> That may be true, but it is by far no excuse. Like it or not, individuals like yourself and I have the ability to intervine, to make a difference. Apathy is no solution. It’s defeatist, and I will not simply roll over and die so that others, those who would act if they could, would suffer the same fate.

<StormcrowMerle> My mom used to call me it in a teasing way. She read it in a book, and it’s supposed to mean “herald of doom”, something about a crow flying in front to warn of a coming storm. ::rolls eyes:: Talk about living up to your name.

<FletchRyder> ::sitting hunched over his desk, struggling to keep his mind on what he’s working on there::

<Josie_Lyons> ((<Tessie>::had to use a credit card DK gave her with the name “Countess DeFatso” and another with “Spud MacKenzie” and “Mei Wen Fong”. that last one was not accepted by the clerk as she wasn’t told to change her appearance for that one::))

<TrinaKorat> ::sighs, nods::

<TrinaKorat> (::DEADDEAD!:))

<McGrath> ((::snorks::))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!::))

<Joseph_Forge> ::pats her shoulder:: See you later. ::small smile. backs up so she can go::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((*DIES*))

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> Whot if you succeed? You end the threat, the Latifrons never attack, and things continue on? Whot do you intend to do then?

<TrinaKorat> Yeah. ::gets into her car and drives off… as does the mun who needs her bed. @_@::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::chuckles:: You aren’t bringing about doom, Stormcrow.

<Josie_Lyons> ((maw night Sagey!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((Goodnight!))

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

<Josie_Lyons> ::enters the room. glances at Fletch and takes her seat at her desk::

<Joseph_Forge> ((maww nights Sagey!))

<McGrath> Whatever my resume allows.

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<StormcrowMerle> That remains to be seen.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> So basically, you don’t know?

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::smiles:: If it makes you feel any better I was called Glitch because I kept messing things up, so you are not the only one with a name that means something bad.

<Joseph_Forge> ::enters the HQ again and goes to his desk. not saying anything to Fletch and Josie. lol!::

<Josie_Lyons> ::glances at Joe as he enters XD then drinks down the rest of her coffee. looks down at the report she began but can’t write::

<StormcrowMerle> ::can’t help chuckling a little at that:: Really? ::shrugs:: I think Glitch is an okay name. It’s quicker to say than “Stormcrow”, anyway.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Quicker but not any nicer.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> ::nods to Dr. Greenbox:: No. Dark Kat did not mean for it to be nice either. I prefer Tessie

<FletchRyder> ::looks up at the two entering. notes Josie, then Joe. studies their behavior to try and determine how things now lie::

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: I understand. Tessie is a very nice name. ::smiles a bit::

<McGrath> Having the option of not knowing what to do is a luxury I’d envy.

<Josie_Lyons> ::rests forehead on desktop XD::

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> Don’t. It isn’t a luxury as you might think.

<Joseph_Forge> ::won’t look at Josie. trying to finish up reports and get his things gathered up. figures he’s gonna be fired soon. XD::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::we can go to the island of Misfit Toys us three! XD::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Thank you, as is Elizabeth. ::smiles back::

<McGrath> Neither is having conrete and unwavering purpose.

<Joseph_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol))

<StormcrowMerle> ::smile fades a bit:: Yeah, I guess.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> ::sighs now and sits on the roof edge:: Why did you return here?

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> To this spot? ::meaning the roof::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Are you sure you don’t wish to contact your parents?

<McGrath> I knew that you would eventually return here.

<StormcrowMerle> ::shakes her head firmly:: No. My mom’s better off not being part of this. There’s nothing she could do anyway.

<FletchRyder> So.. ::speaking aloud, addressing both:: How ’bout that b-ball game last night? Quite a matchup between MKU and those Blue Devils.

<Josie_Lyons> ::forehead still on desk. nose pressed against paper. eyes closed. tail sticks out from back of chair, just laying on the floor limp:: How would you know? You weren’t there. ::says blandly::

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> So you hoped I’d return. For whot purpose did you want mehere for again?

<Joseph_Forge> I don’t watch basketball. ::keeps nose buried in the paperwork::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> yes but I have found a parent is a great thing to comfort you when you are in trouble.

<Josie_Lyons> ((<Fletch> … your negative vibes are like killing my positive aura.))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<StormcrowMerle> I know that, but I can’t talk to my mother. ::lowers head:: See . . . I’m sort of a runaway.

<FletchRyder> Well, I caught the last part of it, and I tell ya’ what, it was quite a cliff-hanger. MKU was down with twelve seconds left in the game, and their leading scorer was fouled out. ::gonna’ tell them about the game whether they like it or not XD::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> … ::finished his meal and gulps down rest of coffee:: Runaway? For how long have you been from home?

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Josie_Lyons> Ryder…

<McGrath> Your assistance.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> And if I do not give it to you?

<Joseph_Forge> ::just sighs. shakes his head some as he puts aside some paperwork::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::frowns:: Runaway? Like me?

<FletchRyder> The coach was tearing into them with their last time-out, and you could see the whipped look in their eyes. The Blue Devils had possession of the ball, and all five of their starters were on the court.

<StormcrowMerle> Either over a year or almost a year, depending on when you start counting. I’ve only been in this city for a few months, though.

<Josie_Lyons> RYDER. ::LOL a bit more strongly::

<StormcrowMerle> <Please don’t make me start spilling my whole life story . . . >

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> why did you run away?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Why did you runaway for?

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> ::Too late! XD::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::lol looks at Tessie as they said that as the same time? XD then back to LS -g-::

<FletchRyder> So, the MKU players went out onto the court, the ball was passed in, and immediately the Blue Devil player was fouled. He went to the line and missed both his shots. Clark Pawson got the rebound for MKU, and with eight seconds on the clock, made a drive down to the basket, drawing the foul and sinking his lay-up. He sunk his foul shot, and MKU won the game.

<McGrath> Then I’ll be finding myself sleeping even less, making more mistakes, tiring, and failing. The opposition has too many resources at his disposal.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::lol! sure! like daughter, like father XD::

<Josie_Lyons> HOORAH! ::says nose still on desk lol XD mun laughin’::

<StormcrowMerle> <So much for that.> ::sighs, and grits teeth a bit:: It started when my mom married my stepfather, when I was fifteen. He seemed like an okay guy at first, I guess, but he changed, quick. Mom was willing to back down, and it scared me, so I kept trying to stand up to him. So he sent to a “school for difficult girls”. ::tail fluffing a little::

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> You’re helping the opposition anyway you know. Spinner and the NSA are with the Latifrons. You’re with Spinner and the NSA.

<StormcrowMerle> ((^er, sent *me* to a school))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>School for difficult girls? ::looks at her dad on that one::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> A school for children who misbehave and need disipline…

<FletchRyder> Clark Pawson, a 6’9 junior, arrested a year ago for alchohol abuse and steroid use. Yet he was on the court last night to make that vital play. Why? Because his coach helped him seek rehab a year ago, and because his teammates saw him through it and kept him accountable.

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: In other words, a combination jail and reprogramming center for children.

<McGrath> A long time ago, I had thought that liked-minded individuals who shared what I thought of right and wrong were available at the NSA. They had the resources, the training and the motive that matched my psychological profile.

<McGrath> For a time, it seemed the right choice.

<Josie_Lyons> ::looks up at Fletch now with a frown at that little hidden moral story XD:: This case is not a game.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> And then…?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::smiles gently:: Is that where you ran away from then?

<Joseph_Forge> ::Staying quiet he is. lol! its all your fault he’s a lamppost, Josie!::

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: Yes. I couldn’t – I *wouldn’t* take it. I wasn’t even there for the full school year, and I knew that. So I got out, with help from a friend, and I went into hiding.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> It sounds like to me your stepfather did not wish to try to deal with you so he wanted an easy way out.

<Josie_Lyons> ::nuh uh! XD you were born that way! lol::

<Joseph_Forge> ::…..so! You made it worse!::

<Josie_Lyons> ::nyeh!::

<StormcrowMerle> That was when I learned to use these powers: my friend knew a kat who had similar ones, and he taught me to bring them out and control them.

<FletchRyder> Isn’t it? Doesn’t there ultimately have to be a winner and a loser? Aren’t there a set of rules, regulations, and boundaries we adhere to?

<McGrath> Cyberkats, I discovered, were more than just software. What I had originally considered a routine technical correction was shaping into a genocide. The discovery of alien-alliances for the agency’s own agendas didn’t help either.

<StormcrowMerle> ::to Tessie:: Yeah, but it was more than that, I think. He was a control freak, and he wanted to break me.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::nods at this some:: But… where is your real father?

<StormcrowMerle> I don’t know. I never knew him.

<StormcrowMerle> He and my mother split before I was born.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol> ::smiles a little:: … you didn’t want to “kill” us then? Because you saw cyberbeings as… well beings and not tools?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Oh… I see. ::maw looks at her sadly:: I’m sorry this has all happened to you.

<Joseph_Forge> She doesn’t understand that, Ryder. She’s never been there. She doesn’t know those rules, regulations and boundaries. ::gripping a pencil tightly. lol! about to break it::

<StormcrowMerle> <Sometimes I wish I did, though; I could have gone to him instead of ending up in this crazy city.>

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Yes, I am sorry too. I do hope we can help you out.

<StormcrowMerle> ::shrugs:: Don’t be. It’s just life, and I’ve been pretty okay with it, up until now.

<Josie_Lyons> Well yes there are…. ::mrrs:: And yes I do, Forge!

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Do the MBI know of this?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> How is it you even ended up with them?

<McGrath> Cyberkats are capable, sentient and intelligent entities. Some deserve to die, others to live. Just like any of my kind.

<StormcrowMerle> No, only that I’m a runaway, and that I have a problem at home, but none of the details. I told them I’d be going back once I turn 18, and I still plan to.

<StormcrowMerle> Well . . . that’s kind of a long story.

<Josie_Lyons> <Protocol>::smile fades some:: Did you mention your displeasure to the NSA when you realized the likemindedness wasn’t as you had thought?

<Joseph_Forge> ::turns around to face her:: Then tell me…how were you planning on getting close enough to some of these upper levels to stop the shipments at the top? Hmm? or were you just gonna go get the lower dealers that come a dime a dozen and the big bosses could care less about?

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> Care to share it with us?

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> We’re here to listen. ::smiles::

<StormcrowMerle> Okay then, where to begin . . . ::begins giving a summary of events since her arrival in MKC, glossing over the parts she thinks need glossing over XD::

<Josie_Lyons> No. ::slams fist on her desk as she stands:: You tell me how you plan to keep from getting hooked again on katnip when it’s going to be shoved up your nose each time you see your old boss? ::tail swishes back and forth::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::LOL cheater! -g- but we muns know so ;D listened to it all:: They seem to be a great and understanding bunch there, don’t they?

<McGrath> >

<McGrath> ((brb))

<Joseph_Forge> ::stands as well, growling:: Perhaps if you’d stop being so judgemental and listen you’d have heard me deny him at first until he had me where he coudl kill me and you two both. Oh and if you’d give me the chance to brief you properlly you’d know that I’ve denied him several times before then too. You know…for someone that messed up so badly in the Enforcers and just barely got a job again in Law Enforcement, you sure are judgemental.

<StormcrowMerle> No kidding! It almost makes me ashamed I kept trying to avoid them.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::smiles:: You must not be afraid to make friends. They can be a great help in times of need.

<FletchRyder> ::silent, still sitting, eyes darting back and forth between them::

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods:: I know. I haven’t had many close friends, but I’ve had enough to know it’s true.

<Joseph_Forge> ((<Ryder> Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! <Josie and Joe> >.< ))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Josie_Lyons> ::glaring at him:: Well maybe if I had a daddy high up in law enforcment, I wouldn’t have been booted out of the Enforcers!

<StormcrowMerle> ((LOL))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::DIES!::))

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> ::smiles:: Then perhaps we can be close friends as well so you have more.

<Joseph_Forge> You have no idea what my father put me through to make me ready for law enforcement so don’t even go down that road!

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> Good friends are hard to find. But when you do, it is good to hold onto them.

<Josie_Lyons> Ugh just forget it! ::throws her hands in the air:: YOU TWO can keep this case and do as you like, I’ll have nothing of it. ::turns now to storm off out of the desk room lol::

<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles too:: That does sound nice.

<Joseph_Forge> ::yells after her:: don’t worry about it!! You prolly cost me my job anyway!

<Josie_Lyons> ::just hisses and goes down the hall grumbling:: <It isn’t fair! It just isn’t fair at all!> ::LOL geez she’s stubborn::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::grins. lol! :: yay! Another friend! ::is like a lil girl at times XD::

<StormcrowMerle> ::giggles a bit at that::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::chuckles at that himself:: Yes, another friend. ::smiles::

<FletchRyder> ::calmly watches her go, then looks up at Joe:: I bet that felt better.

<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrs. turns and starts getting his stuff together. getting ready to leave when they fire him and all. lol!:: Not really. Thats the first time I’ve actually wanted to knock a she-kat out.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> We will do all we can to help you.

<FletchRyder> ::notes his rummaging:: You planning on taking a vacation?

<StormcrowMerle> ::smiles more:: I can’t thank you enough for that.

<Joseph_Forge> Nope. I figure she’s cost me my job if not my freedom. Figure I’ll make it easier on sis to get my stuff out of here later.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox> ::stands and takes up their plates ‘n glasses:: Did you want to call the MBI for anything? ::takes to kitchen::

<StormcrowMerle> ::shakes head:: Not yet. I’ll wait until the 24 hours are up, and then I’ll call and let them know I’m all right.

<FletchRyder> She isn’t the one pulling the strings, and you’re not backing out of this case just because it got a little harder. If you really want justice served, you’ll fight to stick around and dish it out.

<Joseph_Forge> Yes well..its rather hard to stick around when she’s told the superiors, I’m sure, of how bad a kat I am and how I don’t deserve to work in law enforcement, just like she told me earlier today.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> If you are going to be staying with us then I shall have to organize that bedroom a bit better so you have more room to stay.

<Josie_Lyons> ::goes to the gymnasium now to work her frustrations out on something lol decides to abuse that punching bag again a few times but huffs after a few punches and sits on the bleachers, thinking::

<StormcrowMerle> Then where are you going to sleep?

<FletchRyder> And you don’t think you would have done the same in her position. You’re reasons for quitting are understandable.

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::loads dishwasher and all then returns to living room, listening to their convo. wipes off table::

<FletchRyder> ((^Your))

<Joseph_Forge> ::sits and looks at Ryder:: Actually….I woulda listen to the kat on the other end and talk to them. My father taught me a long time ago to never judge a kat by what they did in the past, but what they do today, and what plans they have for the future. That is the same reasoning that made him give me a second chance when I asked for it.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::grins:: I can sleep in the computers. I have been needing to run a system check on them anyway so I can do it as I rest.

<StormcrowMerle> Oh . . . uh, okay. I guess I can use the bedroom then.

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie> You are more than welcome to it. I can lie just as dormant in a computer as I can in a bed.

<StormcrowMerle> ::nods to that:: I believe it.

<StormcrowMerle> ((And I believe I must be going to bed.))

<Josie_Lyons> ((maw night LS!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((maww nights LS! ::Huggles::))

<FletchRyder> ((Good nights, LS!))

<StormcrowMerle> ((Goodnight, all!)) ::so, goes off to stake out the bedroom, we say?::

<Josie_Lyons> <Greenbox>::sure!::

<Joseph_Forge> <Tessie>::sure! can say she took her back there to get her settled in!::

* StormcrowMerle has quit IRC (Quit: “You know, with the proper writers, ‘Silence of the Lambs’ would make a great sitcom.” )

<FletchRyder> That’s a noble outlook. Still, you know the percentage of kats who quit nip cold turkey or through therapy, only to eventually regress and turn back to it? I bet you anything Lyons does, and it’s the facts she sees here and now that have her uneasy.

<Joseph_Forge> I know well the percentage. That’s why I’m still kinda on therapy. Well…an at home kind so I don’t revert to it.

<Josie_Lyons> ::mun made me too logical lol::

<Joseph_Forge> ((<Josie>::is one of Spock’s great great great great great great….grandmothers XD::))

<Josie_Lyons> ((::dies!::))

<McGrath> ((and, sorry for the abruptness, but i need to get going unfortuneatly))

<FletchRyder> That’s great, Forge. I mean it. Yet Lyons isn’t seeing that. All she saw was you, that katnip, and then it’s effect on you afterwards. And right now all she’s seeing is a defensive former drug addict trying to justify his actions. I don’t think that would even sit well with the Pope.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

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

<Josie_Lyons> ::she’s probably seen kats get hooked on ‘nip and other things living near a rougher neighborhood in downtown Megakat while growing up. mostly when she was older and went to school with ‘em and all. part of why she started into law enforcment was for the wrongs in the city and the increasing crazy supervillain attack lol::

<Josie_Lyons> ((that’s fine! Night Matt!))

<McGrath> ((nights))

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<Joseph_Forge> ::sighs. rubs at his eyes:: so you mean I should be telling her what I’m doing to prevent it, not trying to justify what I did?

<FletchRyder> You’ve made your case and said all you can with words, Forge. Try that new approach and show her through actions that you can still be trusted. Prove it to her, and to me.

<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: I’ll try, if they leave me on the case and with this job.

<FletchRyder> Just start by making amends with your partner, then let the rest fall where it may. ::stands up now, popping his neck some::

<Josie_Lyons> ((<Joe> Can I still punch her one? <Fletch> No. <Joe> But… <Fletch> NO.))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<Joseph_Forge> ::nods again:: Yeah…Thanks Ryder. ::Stands and offers a hand for a shake:: Thanks for at least understanding a little and giving me a shot at this. I promise I don’t have any intentions of reverting back the way I was. I like it too much the way I am now. ::smiles a bit::

<FletchRyder> ::looks down at his hand a moment, then back up at him:: I don’t want your thanks, or your promises. I just want this case back on track. ::takes his hand anyway, gives it a shake, then exits for the breakroom::

<Joseph_Forge> It will be. ::shakes then sighs. heads for the lockerroom to change outta the unform and go to the gym. Bwhahahahahahahahha!::