2006-03-24

<Tasha_Forge> 4RPG ON?

<Hans_Lynx> ::hai!::

<Dr_Konway> ((::snorks, Animaniacs was a great show::))

<Dr_Konway> :: calls Tasha Forge after a short time then :

<Tasha_Forge> ::answers! gave her cell phone. and is careful with said phone unlike the mun. lol! :: Hello?

<Hans_Lynx> ::so next day? takes Tasha in to doc Konway’s?::

<Hans_Lynx> ::n/m lol::

<Dr_Konway> This is Dr. Konway. Is this Tasha Forge?

<Tasha_Forge> ::you can when he’s done callin’ me. lol!::

<Tasha_Forge> Yes, sir it is. ::motions to the phone, mouthing Doc’s name to Hans so he knows its him::

<Dr_Konway> Could you come to Megakat Biochemical at your earliest convenience?

<Hans_Lynx> ::there with her. worried so stayed with her to get her things to avoid more incidents::

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods and sits up, listening to her half of the convo::

<Tasha_Forge> Of course! Where do I need to report to? Just the front desk and tell them who I’m coming to see?

<Dr_Konway> I’ll meet you downstairs.

<Dr_Konway> <MBI Phone> :: rings ::

<Tasha_Forge> Alright, thank you, Doctor Konway.

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Agents>::all played hookey today!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::might be for Jase or someone XD answers since no one else is:: Hello, MBI Headquarters.

<TrinaKorat> ::her mun decided she was no longer hurt, the jerk. Which means I’ll probably get hurt again. Punches in and goes to the work area, taking off her jacket, doing a minor wave towards Josie while she’s on the phone:

<Dr_Konway> <MBI Phone> “This is Enforcer Dispatch. We’re transfering several missing person’s reports over to you. Preliminary investigations haven’t turned up much, and more pressing cases have come up. You should be receiving a fax.”

<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at her:: Well?

<Dr_Konway> <Fax Machine> :: comes to life, and starts to spit out some hard copies ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::salutes and smiles at Trina with free hand:: Oh, thank you then.

<Dr_Konway> :: hangs up XD ::

<TrinaKorat> ::boots up her compy and such, checking her phone for any messages. Not finding any, just sits down and takes a sip of her coffee::

<Tasha_Forge> We need to go to Megakat Biochemical. ::hung up too. lol! gets up:: drive me there? Please?

<Hans_Lynx> ::stands as well:: Of course. ::heads to the door, opening it up for her and closing it too::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> Is that all, sir?

<Tasha_Forge> ::lol! goes out with him and to his car! hops in and such::

<Hans_Lynx> ::makes sure to open and shut car doors too, as well as buckle her in XD gets in and drives off to Megakat biochem:: I hope he knows what to do.

<Tasha_Forge> I do too. I can’t afford to pay someone to drive me everywhere. ::grins::

<Dr_Konway> <Enforcer Dipsatch> :: hangs up ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::hangs up. goes and collects the faxes once they’ve finished. takes them to Jase’s office, not there then knocks on Trina’s. lol forgets sometimes she’s not the lieutenant still XD::

<TrinaKorat> ::blinks at her:: Um… Lyons…?

<TrinaKorat> ::from her desk::

<Hans_Lynx> I can’t afford to do it for free. ::grins back. soon the proper ammount of time has passed and they arrive. parks, gets out and gets her out. heads inside with her::

<Tasha_Forge> ::goes inside with him! into the lobby, looking for Dr. Konway::

<Dr_Konway> :: walks over to meet them :;

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> A fax came in just now from Enforcer Headquarters. Several missing person’s reports where the preliminary investigations hadn’t turned up much. ::sets the papers on Trina’s desk::

<Tasha_Forge> :;notes him!:: Dr. Konway?

<Hans_Lynx> ::smiles:: Dr. Konway?

<Dr_Konway> Yes, Tasha Forge I assume?

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL! outta my brain!!))

<TrinaKorat> ::sighs:: From the attack, huh? ::looks over the reports;:

<Tasha_Forge> Yes, sir. ::smiles a bit::

<Dr_Konway> This way please :: leads them to an elevator ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::follows! glancing at Hans a moment. boards the elevator with him::

<Dr_Konway> :: once they’re in, presses a button that leads them to a floor upstairs, exits once they get there :: This way please.

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> Not sure, I’ve not read them.

<TrinaKorat> ::frowns, skims over one::

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes with and all. follows the doc::

<Tasha_Forge> ::follows! glancing around at where they are. lol! getting nervous now::

* Kutlass has joined #mbi_sk

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> They want us to handle it, ma’am.

<Dr_Konway> <Report> :: is a standard missing person’s report, showing someone by the name of Annabelle Jacobsen listed as missing. Has been missing for over a week now. ::

<Hans_Lynx> ((hey Kutlass!))

* Hans_Lynx sets mode: +o Kutlass

<Kutlass> ((Hey, everyone!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((hey Kutlass!))

* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder

<TrinaKorat> ((Heys!))

<TrinaKorat> Annabelle Jacobsen. Name ring a bell?

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::shakes head:: No.

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> Should it?

<Dr_Konway> <Report> :: lists her as a normal citizen of the city, employed at a local restaurant, owning an apartment. No criminal record ::

<Dr_Konway> :: leads them to a large open room with various scientific equipment everywhere ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::at Trina’s desk currently, Fletchmun::

<Hans_Lynx> ::enters said room. looks around curiously at all the equipment and all:: Have you ever heard of anything like this before, Doctor?

<FletchRyder> ::coming in for his shift, then, signing in at the front and heading for the deskroom::

<TrinaKorat> Picture looks familiar… I think she was my waitress the last time… ::scritching at head::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> A waitress? What about the others?

<Tasha_Forge> ::enters as well. looking at the equipment a bit in awe. lol! was not a science person at all so knows what none of thise stuff is save a test tube XD::

<Dr_Konway> As a matter of fact, you’re the third one. :: gestures to a spot on the floor :: Please stand there.

<TrinaKorat> ::flips:: This last one was a plumber… ::flips another:: …tailor…

<Dr_Konway> <Missing Persons> :: are all women strangely ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: the third one? ::goes over and stands on the spot::

<TrinaKorat> …this is rather odd. They’re all she-kats. Regular jobs, no criminal record… not even a parking ticket.

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Viper> I want a harem of beautiful sssssshe-katssss… who will only be beautiful once I plant them up a bit sss…. <Jenna>::glares at Tasha, is some sort of flower-kat thing:: You should have been stinkweed. ::Razz Tasha:: <Tasha> That would be YOU miss horrid purfume of death.))

<Hans_Lynx> Third? ::worried:: Since when?

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

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> … hmm… when was the oldest missing case opened?

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))

<Dr_Konway> Within the past week or so. :: presses a button on a nearby machine :: <Mechanical Arm> :: swivels around atop a table, brandishing a small device :: <Konway> If you’ll extend your arm.

<Dr_Konway> <Reports> :: oldest one is 7 days old ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::eying that arm. extends arm:: mind telling me what that thing is?

<TrinaKorat> About a week ago.

<Hans_Lynx> ::watching. folds arms::

<FletchRyder> ::coming into the desk area, noting the other two bent over Trina’s desk looking at some sort of report:: Good morning, Korat. Lyons. ::nods to each in turn::

<TrinaKorat> ::looks up:: ‘Ey, Fletch.

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> Only a week…? I don’t like the sound of this. ::turns to Fletch:: Hey, Ryder.

<Dr_Konway> It’s a laser extractor. It’s used to piece through dense materials. According to Dr. Killjoy’s report, a syringe couldn’t quite do the job.

<Dr_Konway> ((pierce^))

<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks:: You sure that is safe?

<Tasha_Forge> Um..yeah..what he said. ::Lol! that didn’t help her nerves any XD::

<FletchRyder> Don’t like the sound of what, may I ask? ::curious, stepping towards them::

<Dr_Konway> It hasn’t failed yet. :: turns it on ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::groans:: yet….I just love that word. ::Turns head. lol! don’t wanna watch::

<TrinaKorat> ::hands him a couple of the missing persons reports::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> Missing persons reports… all female and all within the last week. No criminal records to speak kof, various jobs…

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> The rate is high for even Megakat.

<Dr_Konway> <Device> :: turns on, eminating a narrow laser beam that goes into Tasha’s arm. After a few seconds, it turns off :: <Konway> There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?

<TrinaKorat> All in the same time period. ::eyes narrow;:

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Tasha>::arm falls off in the floor:: O____O <Konway> eh heh…oops..))

<Dr_Konway> :: walks over to the machine and withdraws a small vial with a bluish liquid in it :: Good, got a sample. Not contaminated with oxygen exposure either.

<FletchRyder> ::takes them, flipping through the files:: Hmm. No cult activity to speak of. Anything in common between any of them at all?

<Tasha_Forge> ::smirks:: I suppose not. Though you didn’t make it sound very pleasant. ::Looks at the liquid and frowns:: What is that?

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))

<FletchRyder> ((<Dr. Konway> Kool-aid. Helps steady the nerves. ::downs blue liquid in vial:: <Tasha> Hans, I want to see another doctor.))

<TrinaKorat> Aside being she-kats and no criminal record, none. ::flips through, then frowns:: Huh…

<Dr_Konway> It’s your blood. :: holds it up :: And, from a visual standpoint, it appears to be normal. Blood is generally blue unless its exposed to heavy amounts of oxygen, then it turns red.

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ahh true. ::rubs at her arm some::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<TrinaKorat> This… might be something. Their salaries… they’re barely above the lower middle class level…

<Hans_Lynx> ((::snort dies at Phill Marr (sp?) opening:: “AT&T and MBC have merged with NSA. We’re now NSATTBC. Your calls are now crystal clear. They have to be, we’re recording them. So now it sounds as clear as if you were just talking from the van across the street nationwide.”::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOOOOOODEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((XD))

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

<Hans_Lynx> What will you be testing it for?

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> ::raises brow at that::

<FletchRyder> So these are single she-kats, all working for a living, making just enough to get by. Sounds like easy prey for a sicko promising the easy life with an alterior motive.

<Dr_Konway> :: takes the vial and puts it inside of a machine :: Abnormalities.

<Hans_Lynx> I wonder if anything was found at any of the residences… some scam letters or what not.

<Hans_Lynx> … well obviously but, well… what abnormalities have you found in the others you’ve seen like Tasha?

<Tasha_Forge> And how long will that take? ::walks over to Hans now to stand::

<TrinaKorat> Or something… ::low growl::

<Hans_Lynx> ((first one was Josie too yeah X_x^))

<FletchRyder> Maybe we should alert the press about this. At least get the word out to she-kats to be extra alert for the time being.

<Dr_Konway> The tests will take some time to complete, but if they’re similar to previous indivdiuals, then all i expect to find is an increase in overall bodily functions, along with trace amounts of a defunt katalyst. The ammount that is there has already gone through its chemical process, and it couldn’t be analyzed sufficiently.

<TrinaKorat> ::nods to Ryder:: Agreed. And, well, couldn’t hurt to check if there were any witnesses to these disappearing acts.

<Dr_Konway> There were no apparent health risks, and all of the patients were free to leave until their test results completed.

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: Well thats nice doc but…what about reversing it? I really don’t want to be tearing things up the rest of my life.

<Hans_Lynx> Not even for an antidote to this condition?

<Hans_Lynx> ::puts arm around Tasha::

<FletchRyder> ::nods at that:: Yes, and perhaps setting up a temporary hotline may not be a bad idea.

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> The guy at dispatch who sent them said minimal evidence was found but I hope there’s something more to go on for us.

<Dr_Konway> Without being able to analyze the source compound, I wouldn’t know where to begin. :: takes out a clipboard :: Now, when did you start experiencing these new symptoms of yours?

<Tasha_Forge> Just yesterday. It just kinda…happened all at once.

<TrinaKorat> ::nods:: So who wants to do what?

<Dr_Konway> Did you ingest anything out of the ordinary? Encounter something unexpected?

<Hans_Lynx> … <”Defunct katalyst…”> She was injured by some of Dr. Viper’s plantimals the day before that.

<Dr_Konway> Dr. Viper’s plantimals? :: blinks :: None of the other patients reported anything like that, and this is not characterisitc of his work.

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::quiet. will let one of them decide lol::

<Hans_Lynx> It is the only strange thing that happened to her. Surely it is related…?

<Dr_Konway> <Missing Person’s Homes> :: on the report state that they have only been searched once, and briefly at that ::

<Tasha_Forge> Well thats what they were. They wrapped their tounges around my ankles. They left abrasion marks but I didn’t do anything as they disappeared soon enough.

<Hans_Lynx> Yeah, like ten minutes soon.

<FletchRyder> I could prepare a statement to give out to the Katseye Newstation regarding the immediate threat to young, single she-kats and then help wherever else I can. ::looking from Trina to Josie::

<FletchRyder> ((^News station))

<TrinaKorat> I personally wanna go back to those homes and see what Enforcer Forensics may’ve missed.

<Dr_Konway> Did you manage to capture any?

<Hans_Lynx> The Enforcers who responded to the scene had a few of them. Under the command of Felina Feral.

<Tasha_Forge> I think the enforcers picked up a couple of dead ones. They all just kinda..died. oh! and I went to grab one of their tounges and it felt like they were..injecting me with something. When they were done is when they let go. I just passed it off as nothing though. I guess I shouldn’t have

<Dr_Konway> :: takes note of that :: I’ll see if I can get ahold of those. In the meantime, there’s not much more I can do until those tests finish…:: looks at clipboard :: You wouldn’t happen to know an Annabelle Jacobsen, would you?

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> I can help either one of you. ::looks to Trina:: Need me to go with you since Ryder is handling the press statement?

<Tasha_Forge> ::shakes head:: no, why?

<TrinaKorat> Works for me if Ryder’s alright with it…

<Hans_Lynx> ::shakes head::

<Dr_Konway> She was the last one to have symptoms like these, and I haven’t been able to get back in contact with her in days.

<FletchRyder> ::nods:: That’d be fine, ma’am.

<Hans_Lynx> Who else has come in here besides her? If you can release the name.

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns:: hm…I’ll see if anyone can locate her if you want, doc. This isn’t something we need running around the city.

<TrinaKorat> ::has a feeling she’s gonna have to start carrying a “I ain’t superior!” sign. xD::

<TrinaKorat> Ma’am? Now you’re making me feel old. ::jokingly::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::XD::

<FletchRyder> ((XD <Trina> ::gets a sign put on her saying, “Kick Me, I’m One of You!”::))

<Dr_Konway> Well, normally I wouldn’t, but seeing as you’re law enforcement… :: reads off some names :: Deidre Smith and Ashley Wilson were the others. I apologise, that makes you the *fourth* thus far.

<FletchRyder> Uh.. sorry. Old habits die hard. ::weak smile::

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))

<Tasha_Forge> Yikes…have the other two contacted you lately?

<TrinaKorat> ((:SOOOOOOOOODEAD!!! XD::))

<FletchRyder> ((<Dr. Konway> Well, yes, but there was so much screaming in the background that I could hardly make out what they were saying. <Hans and Tasha> ::blink::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::diiies!::))

<TrinaKorat> ::throws an arm around his shoulders:: Call me “miss” and all is forgiven. ::smug::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::snickers some::

<Dr_Konway> Actually, no they haven’t….. Miss Smith had a job to do at a construction site. She’s a plumbing technician. Miss Wilson is a tailor who had several tasks to complete she said. Miss Jacobsen is a waitress at some local themed restaurant.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: ALright. We’ll see if we can get into contact with them for you.

<Dr_Konway> All of them haven’t been in contact with me recently.

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> You know, if you’d like… I could handle the press release. Maybe even go to the station myself. She-kats might take me a bit more seriously than from a tom, since I fit the profile of the missing persons.

<FletchRyder> ::uncomfortable, lowering his head:: I better get that statement ready. Um, good hunting, Miss. ::retreats XD::

<Tasha_Forge> <Joe>::you better retreat from my woman!! XD::

<FletchRyder> ::er, pauses as Josie speaks:: Well, I suppose that might make more sense..

<Hans_Lynx> We’ll let you know if we get in touch with them then. ::smiles:: Thanks, Doc.

<TrinaKorat> ::goes to her desk to collect the addresses::

<Dr_Konway> I’ll get back in contact once the tests are finished.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods again:: Thank you very much. If you need any help with getting those plantimal things let us know. ::turns to head out the door!::

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> It is up to you both, Agent Ryder, Korat.

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes with Tasha out of the door and soon out of Megakat Biochemical::

<Hans_Lynx> How does your arm feel?

<TrinaKorat> Whoever wants to come with me is more than welcome to. I just wanna get this investigation up and running. ::grins::

<Tasha_Forge> ::shrugs:: Fine I suppose. I never felt a thing. ::goes with him out! heads out to their car again once outside::

* Dr_Konway is now known as Dr_Viper

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::then nods to Ryder:: You go then, Ryder.

<Hans_Lynx> … strange. ::opens door for her and all too XD gets in when she’s settled in::

<Dr_Viper> :: from a rooftop above near Megakat Biochemical, dressed as incognito as possible, gazes through a set of binoculars at Tasha ::

<FletchRyder> Very well. You’ll probably be more eloquent than I when faced with those ravenous presskats.

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles, collecting her handgun and her badge, clipping it to the front of her jeans::

<Tasha_Forge> : :P Gets in as he helps her in and such.:: Yeah it is really. He sure didn’t seem alarmed by any of it.

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Dr. Viper>::as Kim Possible to be exact. likes the black midriff shirt. feels good with the warm spring breeze on his belly.::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!:: Ewww! Viper bellah!))

<Dr_Viper> <Binoculars> :: glint from the sunlight in similar fashion as before ::

<FletchRyder> ((::dead!::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie> ::smirks:: We’ll see.

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks as she notes the glint:: Hans..wait…see that? ::points that way::

<FletchRyder> ::returns her smirk, then turns to Trina:: You should probably drive. My car’s still in rehab.

<Hans_Lynx> ::starts up the car engine:: He’s seen all sorts of things, Tasha. He worked with the Enforcers be- hmm? ::glances up in “that way ” which she points, up on the roof::

<Dr_Viper> Yesssss, ssssssoon… :: then notes that they’re looking in his direction. Ducks away, but not fast enough to not be seen ::

<Hans_Lynx> … stay in the car. ::gets out now::

<TrinaKorat> ::nods:: Alright. Pick an address, any address. ::as she heads to the garage::

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: someone is up there. That’s twice now. ::unbuckles quickly herself. lol! careful though to not damage anything. bails out and takes off towards the building.:: I don’t think so!

<Hans_Lynx> Tasha wait! ::huffs:: <that woman…> ::goes after her. glad she didn’t rip the door off his car XD::

<FletchRyder> ::follows her out:: Let’s start with the latest missing kat. The waitress.

<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::goes to her desk to write up a proper press release with the information given::

<Hans_Lynx> ((brb y’all!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((okies!))

<TrinaKorat> Your squish is my command. ::gets into the jeep. Hua!::

<Dr_Viper> :: runs now across the rooftops now, in plain sight, a slightery green tail visible behind him ::

<FletchRyder> ::takes on a wry smile at her comment, climbing into her jeep:: You are.. quite the character, Korat. Figures I’d get stuck with you. ::buckles up, a smirk on his face::

<Hans_Lynx> ((back!))

<TrinaKorat> ::snorks:: I’ll take that as a compliment. ::as she starts up the car::

<Tasha_Forge> ::chases! mrrs:: Dr. Viper…I shoulda known!

<Hans_Lynx> ::rushing out on the rooftop if that is where Tasha went to? sees the figure hurrying:: Just be careful how you jump!

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<TrinaKorat> ((WB!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((ty!))

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> ::tries to perform a trip toe loop across the roof, and doesn’t stick the landing:: <Hans> I told you to be careful! The judges are going to crucify you for that one!))

<Dr_Viper> :: runs/slithers across the rooftops, until winding up at a ledge that seems too far too jump in either direction ::

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((^triple))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::)))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies::))

<Dr_Viper> :: stops there, and turns around to see his pursuers approaching ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::runs in behind him! skids to a stop, growling:: viper! What have you done to me and why are you following me?!

<Hans_Lynx> ::lagging a bit behind Tasha but keeping up. grins:: Got no where else to go, Snakefreak. ::says to himself really lol. arrives soon after Tasha does::

<TrinaKorat> ::so driveths them towards the first address, yes::

<Dr_Viper> Conssssssider yoursssssself lucky that it isssssss I who’ssssssss taken control of thissssss project. :: takes a few steps back towards the ledge ::

<FletchRyder> So, ::as they driveth:: how you feeling now that you’re out of sanitary confinement, also known as the hospital?

<Hans_Lynx> Project? What project you nut?!

<Tasha_Forge> ::narrows eyes::Taken control? who started this?! ::stepping towards him::

<TrinaKorat> Glad to be standing. ::grins:: How are you holding out after the whole incident?

<FletchRyder> Well, lets just say I have a higher appreciation for science-fiction now.

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: It’s MKC. You get used to it eventually.

<Dr_Viper> That’sssssss not important, but I’m ending it! :: steps back over the ledge, and falls out of sight ::

<Tasha_Forge> No! ::runs to the edge and peers over to see where he went::

<Dr_Viper> :: is nowhere to be found ::

<TrinaKorat> ((<Viper> ::then accidentally uses his tail to bounce back up:: Cursssse the tail… <Tasha> ::evil grin, crackling knuckles::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ::eyes widen, rushes to the edge and peers over::

<Hans_Lynx> What the…?

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::growls. punches the side of the building..probably making a bit of concrete or what have you come off XD:: He’s gone!

<FletchRyder> ((::dies!::))

<Hans_Lynx> Calm down, Tasha… at least we do know he is definately the cause of your condition.

<Dr_Viper> <Building> :: decent sized chunk does indeed get bashed out ::

<FletchRyder> Heh, I suppose. ::looks out the window at the passing scenery::

<Tasha_Forge> Yes, but who else is behind this? ::looks at him now:: He said he took over. And what project is this? I refuse to be his project!

<TrinaKorat> Can I ask you something? And, you don’t have to answer, if you don’t want to. ::now in serious mode:: Are you comfortable with me as a partner?

<Hans_Lynx> ::raises hands up defensively:: I don’t know but we will find out. Maybe Dr. Konway might know or have heard of something.

<Tasha_Forge> ::sighs. nods:: I hope so. Lets go back and ask him then. I want some answers and soon. ::turns to head back down and inside::

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes with her, hurrying ahead to open the door to the roof and goes downstairs back to the floor Konway was on. heads down hall with her::

<FletchRyder> ::turns from the window to face her:: Well, um, I’m not accustomed to having a partner, so I don’t really know how I feel about it just yet. You seem like a perfectly capable agent to be partnered with, though.

<Tasha_Forge> ::goes down the hallways in search of Dr. Konway! where oh where is he?::

* Dr_Viper is now known as Dr_Konway

<Dr_Konway> :: is still in the lab ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::knocks on his door:: Dr. Konway? ::opens it and goes in::

<Dr_Konway> :: over at a table mixing some chemicles :: Yes?

<TrinaKorat> ::chuckles:: Well, let me give you a heads up about me. I’m pretty friendly towards those I consider my friends, and I’m usually not too reserved. I like to joke sometimes, but not as much as Jason – he’s usually the joker of the family. But, if I ever do anything to make you uncomfortable, let me know, okay? You’re pretty capable yourself.

<Tasha_Forge> We wanted to ask you a couple of questions real quick.

<Dr_Konway> Certainly.

<Hans_Lynx> Have you heard about any kind of project that might be trying to get the same results that you see in Tasha here and the other girls?

<Hans_Lynx> Anyone in any science journals or anything?

<Tasha_Forge> We just had a little run in with Dr. Viper out there watching me. This is twice now we’ve seen someone watching me and I figure it was him first. He said something about I was part of his project and he took over from someone else.

<FletchRyder> ::smiles some at that:: Noted. And.. I apologize for being a bit stand-offish. ::word?:: It’s not easy for me to, um, shed my down-to-business self when on the job.

<Dr_Konway> Project? :: scratches head :: I’m not familiar with anything that Megakat Biochemcial has been working on that resembles what you are currently experiencing.

<Tasha_Forge> Well could you do a search or something on current and past projects?

<Dr_Konway> I could certainly begin an inquiry, but with the large amount of projects currently active, and the large number of past ones, it will take some time.

<Hans_Lynx> Maybe something Dr. Viper used to work on when he was normal…? I forget what his name once was…

<TrinaKorat> Well, relax when you’re around me, okay? I get serious when it’s time to get serious. ::as she parks at the address:: Deal? :extends a hand::

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Viper> With a name like Elrod Purvisssss isss it any wonder I changed it?))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!!))

<Dr_Konway> Dr. Viper used to be a Dr. Purvis several years ago. He mainly worked with Dr. Zyme on regerenative katalysts. This isn’t typical of his work… but I suppose his expertise would not limit him.

<FletchRyder> Heh. ::shakes his head, chuckling some. takes her hand nonetheless:: Okay, but I hope you’re not holding out for corny one-liners.

<Tasha_Forge> Why don’t you start there and see if anything comes up? I’m not really thrilled about Dr. Viper watching my every move.

<Dr_Konway> I’ll make sure to :: sets aside some chemicals and walks over to a filing cabinet :: I’ll call you if i or anyone else finds anything. :: will no doubt enlist the aid of an army of interns ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods at what Tasha says:: Perhaps him or this Dr. Zyme might know of a project with a “defunt katalyst”.

<TrinaKorat> ::busts up:: Nah. ::shaking, then gets out of the car, for sooth!::

<Hans_Lynx> Thank you, Dr. Konway… and you might want to get some security on your roof.

<FletchRyder> ::gets out as well, shutting the door as he makes his way to the front::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: yeah..we chased him across there a few minutes ago with no sight of security anywhere.

<Dr_Konway> I’ll inform security.

<TrinaKorat> :makes her way towards the front office in the building looking for the manager::

<Hans_Lynx> ::puts hand on Tasha’s shoulder and motions to the door for them to leave. turns and heads there::

<Tasha_Forge> THank you, Doc. Please let us know something soon. ::nods at Hans. leaves out with him.::

* Dr_Konway is now known as Manager

<FletchRyder> ::walks beside her, glancing around at the building::

<Manager> :: notes the pair entering :: Can I help you?

<Hans_Lynx> ::leads her out, and opens door to the car again once they get there. glances back to the rooftops, narrowing eyes::

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets in again, watching that rooftop and others as well::

<TrinaKorat> ;:holds out her badge: Sir, Agent Korat, this is Agent Ryder. We’re from the MBI investigating the disappearance of one of your tenants.

<FletchRyder> ((<Dr. Viper> ::snickers, watching them from a manhole:: Heh heh heh, ssssuckerssss.))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<Manager> Ah, that’d be Annabelle. :: reaches into a drawer, taking out a set of keys :: This wya.

<Manager> ((way^))

<Hans_Lynx> ::buckles her and closes door. gets back in on driver’s side. starts engine, pulling out:: We need to report all of this to the Captain. ::heading to the MBI::

<Manager> :: leads them up a set of stairs ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: Yeah… ::watching out the window:: You know…i sure hope nothing has happened to those other girls he was talking about. with Dr. Viper in this its really starting to worry me.

<TrinaKorat> ::follows him::

<FletchRyder> ::follows after the manager::

<Manager> :: gets to an apartment door, and opens it up for them :: The Enforcers stopped by a few days ago, but they seemed like ther were in quite a hurry.

<Hans_Lynx> ::frowns:: I know… I wouldn’t be surprised if they were… ::trails off. hardened look::

<Tasha_Forge> If they were what? ::looks over at him:: Kidnapped?

<Manager> <Apartment> :: seems to be in order, visibly looking clean… with the exception of a rank stench that smells of death ::

<TrinaKorat> A hurry? <That doesnt’ sound like them….>

<Hans_Lynx> Yeah. Kidnapped. ::was thinking “dead” but won’t say that to her to worry her lol::

<FletchRyder> ::crinkles his muzzle some at the smell, then shakes his head, entering the apartment::

<Manager> :: sniffs the air, then holds nose :: That smell wasn’t there a few days ago…

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> Still smells better than Fango’s place. <Trina> .. And how would you know? <Fletch> Iwouldn’tneveryoumind! Hey look, a clue!))

<TrinaKorat> ::crinkles her nose as well:: What… in the world…?

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::lol! no that wouldn’t be a good thing to say to her XD :: Hans..this is REALLY stupid but…I want you or Joe with me at all times.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<TrinaKorat> ((<Fletch> Hey, look! A distraction! ::points:: <Trina> Where?! ::turns:: <Fletch> ::ZOOM!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ::glances at her, smiles a little now:: That doesn’t sound stupid to me. I don’t want you disappearing either.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies!::))

<Manager> <Stench> :: gets stronger the deeper one goes into the apartment ::

<TrinaKorat> ::hand over her mouth:: Oh, kats…. <Please, oh, please… don’t let that be HER…>

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Stench>::pile of dirty laundry:: <Manager> I think she was with the sanitation dept. Looks like she wasn’t very sanitary herself though.))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ::going deeper, and finding it necessary to take out a hankerchief and cover his muzzle. heads towards the bathroom to check it::

<Manager> <Bathroom> :: is empty ::

<FletchRyder> ((::dies!!::))

<TrinaKorat> ::holds her breath, goes into the bedroom::

<Tasha_Forge> Heh..I don’t want me disappearing either. I prefer for me to stay put.

<Manager> <Bedroom> :: bed is made, and everything seems to be in order, aside from the smell, which seems to be coming from this room ::

<FletchRyder> Nothing in the bathroom. ::crosses the room to check the closet::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Fletch> AWWWW man! I found it! She left a floater!!!))

<Manager> <Closet> :: is empty aside from the regular closet items ::

<FletchRyder> ((::Dead::))

<Hans_Lynx> We’ll talk to Joe about this and maybe see about getting opposite shifts so one of us can be off duty to stay with you.

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!!))

<TrinaKorat> It’s worse in here… ::feels her heart in her throat:

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DEAD EW::))

<Tasha_Forge> THanks. ::small smile:: I appreciate that.

<Hans_Lynx> Anything for you. ::reaches over to take her hand in his. pulls up at the MBI and parks his car::

<FletchRyder> ::enters the bedroom now:: Ah paw. ::goes over to a window, using his hankie to carefully open the window to vent some of the smell::

<Manager> <Window> :: issa opened, letting in some fresh air ::

<TrinaKorat> ::looks around slowly::

<Tasha_Forge> ::smiles. takes his hand till they pull up. leggos and carefully gets out of the car. figuring out kinda sorta now how to control that strength somewhat. gets out and heads inside::

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> ::smiles, squeazing his hand:: <Hans> ::as a crunching noise comes from his hand:: Crushinghandsweetie!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<TrinaKorat> ::finally gets the guts to look under the bed;;

<Hans_Lynx> ::gets out as well. smiles at that. shuts door and goes inside after her:: Least you’re learning to control your strength now.

<FletchRyder> ::goes towards the dresser to look in the drawers::

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<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL! poor Hans XD))

<TrinaKorat> ((<Hans> /::scared to know what’ll happen if they ever get married and decide to have kids, goes white at the idea of Tasha in labor;: <Tasha> Hon? Are you okay..? <Hans> NO KITTENS! … please? ))

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<TrinaKorat> ((WB!))

* TrinaKorat sets mode: +o _Matt_

<Hans_Lynx> ((WB!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))

<_Matt_> <bed> :: underneath it, reveals the source of the stench ::

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<TrinaKorat> ::and, the source is..? XD::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies!!:: <Tasha>::breaks his hand and his arm off::))

<FletchRyder> ((<Fango> ::under the bed:: Heya, toots! ::belches:: <Trina> Uuugh!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DEAD!::))

<_Matt_> <Plantimal> :: similar to the others seen, lies dead and partially decomposed ::

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Fango>::eating more of those pickled eggs too::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((SOOOODEAD!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<TrinaKorat> Uuuuuuuughhhh! ::crawls away from the bed on her tail::

* _Matt_ is now known as Manager

<FletchRyder> ::spins around:: What is it?

<Tasha_Forge> Yeah, thats definitly a good thing. ::goes towards Jaserz office and knocks onna door if he’s in::

<TrinaKorat> ::point at the bed:: Pl…pl…

<Hans_Lynx> ::puts hands in pockets, waits:: ((<Jenna>::came to see Jase earlier, knocked on door, sent it flying off hinges, slamming into Jase and knocking him out cold onna floor::))

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!!!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((::Dies!::))

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> No one’s here! ::thinking it’s Jenna. XD::

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: Um…then why are you talking, sir?

<Hans_Lynx> … ::looks at Tasha like “the hecky?” XD::

<Tasha_Forge> Is this a bad time?

<FletchRyder> ::blinks, looking at the bed. bends down and looks under it, looking rather sickened upon seeing it:: What in paw’s name is that?

<Manager> <Dead Plantimal> :: makes no reply :: <Flies> :: buzzing around ::

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> Oh, thank kats. ::opens door, pulls them both in! XD::

<TrinaKorat> ::trying to calm down, relieved it wasn’t what she thought it was:: Plantimal. Dr. Vipers’ doing.

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks! issa pulled in!:: Um…sir? Is something wrong?

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL Matt XD <Plantimal ghost> ::hovers in air though:: You will be visited by three spirits tonight… spirit of the lettuce, spirit of the tomato and spirit of the- <Fletch> Bacon? A BLT sounds good. ::sits and waits in living room to make his ghostly sammich::))

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> ::locks the door:: I’mfine.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))

<Manager> ((::snorks::))

<TrinaKorat> )):DEAD!:))

<Tasha_Forge> you don’t look it, sir. ::eying him::

<FletchRyder> Oh. ::gets up and goes back to the Manager:: Sir, we’re going to need a good-sized garbage bag, and some gloves if you have them.

<Hans_Lynx> ::pulled in! wark!:: No you don’t… what’s going on?

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<Manager> Sure thing… :: exits out and retrives the items, returns :: Here you go.

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> I’ll be fine. What brings you here?

<FletchRyder> Thanks. ::puts on the gloves as he heads back for the bedroom. gets flat on his stomach and crawls under the bed, holding his breath as he pushes the rotting plantimal into the garbage bag::

<Hans_Lynx> Dr. Viper is what.

<Hans_Lynx> Or who rather.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nod:: And what his latest project seems to be.

<TrinaKorat> :holds the bag open for him, holding her own breath::

<FletchRyder> Alright, tie it before I gag. ::chuckling some, as he gets back on his feet::

<TrinaKorat> ::ties!, then goes to the window to take in a deep breath:: Oh, kats.

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Fletch> My roomie’s mini-fridge back at MKU stank somethin’ like this near the end of the semester when he’d forget to clean it out of leftovers.))

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> Fill me in.

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!))

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::fills him in! on everything thats been going on with herself and viper and alla that. mun to lazy to type it all out XD::

<Hans_Lynx> ::with Tasha, informs Jase on Tasha’s super strength, the plantimals, Dr. Konway’s info, and Dr. Viper. gives her the names too::

<Hans_Lynx> ::LOL so’s this mun. Trinamun knows. ;D::

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> So that’s his latest, huh? Any idea where he was last headed?

<FletchRyder> I guess we found something the Enforcers looked over. Not sure if I have the stomach to find anything else they might’ve overlooked in here. ::at the window as well::

<Tasha_Forge> No clue. He just bailed off the roof and disappeared.

<TrinaKorat> ::nods, sucking in another deep breath:: Well, now we can guess what happened to her. And, it’s safe to assume the others got the same…

<Hans_Lynx> He’s following Tasha, sir. I want to request that any day Joe and my shifts are the same times, that I be pushed to a different one so one of us can stay with her.

<Hans_Lynx> Those other girls disappeared. I … don’t want her doing the same…

<TrinaKorat> Granted. I want us to do anything to catch that snake.

<TrinaKorat> ((Jason))

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods to what Hans’ said:: Right. Perhaps if he wants me bad enough he’ll come out of hiding to get me and someone can catch him, especially if I’ve got friends around to help.

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> It wouldn’t shock me if that were the case.

<FletchRyder> So we’re assuming Dr. Viper’s the one behind these sudden disappearances. Now why?

<Hans_Lynx> I think we need to call Enforcer HQ, see if anyone has come to them with stories of being harmed by a plantimal.

<TrinaKorat> Your guess is as good as mine. The most we can do is try to look at the other addresses and see if we find anything similar.

<Hans_Lynx> We don’t want this to spread any further.

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> ::nods: I’ll let Sulfur know.

<Hans_Lynx> ::looks to Tasha:: Is Joe here now?

<FletchRyder> ::nods at that, backing away from the window and starting for the door::

<Manager> I’ll make sure to lock up for you

<Tasha_Forge> No, he’s home right now. He’s got the night shift so he’s asleep.

<TrinaKorat> Thank you, sir.

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods:: Then I’ll stick with you for now. ::smiles, looks to Jase:: Thanks, Captain. We’ll let you know if Konway calls us with anything.

<TrinaKorat> ((And, I’m sorry to cut off here, guys, but I gotta get to bed and wake up in the morning. If Fletch wants, he can continue without Trina. Take her car after her drops her off at HQ or something. ;D))

<FletchRyder> ::nods at the Manager, then heads down the stairs::

<TrinaKorat> <Jason> ::nods:: Very well.

<Hans_Lynx> ((::hugs:: Night Sagey!))

<TrinaKorat> ::goes after Fletch:: I better head back and report this. Take my car if you need to.

<Tasha_Forge> ((nights! ::hugs!::))

<FletchRyder> ((No problem! We can just say they went back to HQ. Have a good one Sagems!))

<TrinaKorat> ((Kies! ;D ::hugs all:: Night guys!))

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<Tasha_Forge> ::heads out with Hans now, worried still over this all:: Thanks, Hans. I appreciate this.

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes down the hallway with her:: Stop thanking me, I’m glad to do it. Want some coffee and donuts?

<Tasha_Forge> Sure..why not? I really don’t feel like I should do a whole lot right now anyway.

<FletchRyder> ::so arrives back at HQ, decomposing plantimal in hand, and enters:: <Hertz> Blech!! ::at the front desk as Fletch passes by:: Shower much, Ryder!? ::fanning the air dramatically, covering nose::

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL! Hertz))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::enters breakroom with her, gets her a cup of coffee and her favorite type of donuts. gets himself just a cup of coffee::

<FletchRyder> ::just sighs, not bothering to reply as he heads for the basement to drop off the specimen in some sort of air-proof container in the evidence locker::

<Hans_Lynx> ((Tupperware! XD))

<Tasha_Forge> ::sits. takes gratefully and munches:: My question is..why do all of this if it has no effect on our mental state or our health other than actually improving it somewhat?

* Manager is now known as Technician

<Technician> :: walking about with clipboard in hand, enters the breakroom :: Is there a Hans Lynx here?

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOODEAD!:: yes! Tupperware! or Ziploc XD))

<Hans_Lynx> He’s a scientist. He’s doing research right now, you’re a guinea pig to him, just like those other three girls.

<FletchRyder> ((lol ::weeks later:: <Hertz> ::cleaning out evidence locker:: Oooh, someone left perfectly good figgy pudding leftovers down here! ::chomps, urks, pukes::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies ewwww XD::))

<Technician> ((::snorks::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOOODEAD:: EWWWWW!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::looks up:: I’m Hans Lynx.

<FletchRyder> Great. ::mumbling to self as he ascends the stairs:: I’m going to smell like a rotten vegetable the rest of the day.

<Technician> The refueling station and helipad have been properly installed, and we’ve received a shipment entitled “Do it yourself Avionic Repair.” :: scratches head :: You some kind of a hobbyist, fixing old airplanes and such?

<Hans_Lynx> … I am now. Where is this shipment for repairs at?

<Technician> On the roof adjacent to the helipad.

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinkies. Looks over at Hans oddly now:: you are?

<FletchRyder> ::passes by front desk again:: <Hertz> Two words, Agent Ryder. Personal Hygiene. I don’t know if you’ve caught on yet, but your body’s going through some “changes.” <Fletch> ::narrows eyes, seething some as he walks away::

<Technician> ((::dies::))

<Hans_Lynx> I’m going to have to be if I want the chopper to be in the best of shape. ::nods to the Tech:: Thanks sir, I’ll get it later.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOODEAD!:: <Fletch> no..thats just the seven day old underwear I put in your locker you are smelling… <Hertz> WHAAAA?! But..but….I put those on this morning……AUUUUGH!!! ::passes out::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diiies::0

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead ew!::))

<FletchRyder> ((::Dead!!::))

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<FletchRyder> ((brb))

<Tasha_Forge> ((okies! and oops!))

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<Technician> ((Is there a netsplit?))

<FletchRyder> ((Back))

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB! and nope. not here anyway))

<Hans_Lynx> Nope))

* Tasha_Forge sets mode: +o Technician

<Technician> ((ty))

<Technician> :: anyway, was talking to Hans ::

<Hans_Lynx> I’m going to have to be if I want the chopper to be in the best of shape. ::nods to the Tech:: Thanks sir, I’ll get it later.

<Technician> Alright then. Things are nearing completion. The computers and the network are all up and running, and the security system is finished. Just need to get your Director to setup the password system.

<FletchRyder> ::strides into deskroom, sinking into his chair, and sees a note on his desk. a note from himself reminding him to call about the UB3R project McGrath, via LS, told them about:: I wonder.. ::looks up the Defense Center’s number, then picks up the phone::

* Technician is now known as Defense_Dept

<Defense_Dept> :: someone answers on the other end :: “Megakat Defense Center. How may I direct your call?”

<Hans_Lynx> Thanks. I’ll let him know next I see him.

<Defense_Dept> <Technician> :: heads off ::

<FletchRyder> Hello, I’m Agent Fletch Ryder of the MBI, and I need to speak with someone regarding a certain project recently transferred to your department. The “UB3R” project, to be precise.

<Hans_Lynx> ::slumps on the sofa:: Like I’ll have time to figure out how to repair a chopper.

<Tasha_Forge> You might. You’re just babysitting me. ::grins:: Come on. Wanna go work on it while we just sit here?

<Defense_Dept> :: pause on the other end :: “I’m redirecting your call. One moment please.” <Hold Music> :: begins to play ::

<FletchRyder> ::keeps phone to ear, drumming his fingers on the desk as he waits::

<Hans_Lynx> … you sure you want to? It’ll be boring… or entertaining depending on how bad I mess the thing up more.

<Tasha_Forge> ::snickers:: Only one way to find out. ::gets up and motions for him to come:: anything is better than just sitting here.

<Defense_Dept> :: after a substantial amount of hold time, finally rings anew ::

<Defense_Dept> “Who are you?”

<FletchRyder> ::fingers pause in their drumming:: Agent Fletch Ryder of the MBI. Who am I speaking with?

<Hans_Lynx> Alright then. ::stands and takes his coffee with himself. goes down the hall, pases by the deskroom. ear perks curiously::

<Tasha_Forge> ::goes with. perks ears that way too. curious and nosy!::

<Defense_Dept> “You don’t have proper security clearance. DO NOT call again regarding the project you mentioned. This is a matter of national security. Any further pursuit of this on your part will result in arrest and imprisonment of up to 20 years.” :: hangs up ::

<FletchRyder> ::stunned by the hasty response. stares at the phone a moment before setting it down on the cradle:: Yeah. That’s not suspicious.

<Tasha_Forge> ::pauses:: What is it, Agent Ryder?

<Hans_Lynx> ::pokes head in as Tasha does lol::

<FletchRyder> ::turns, a bit surprised at their sudden appearance:: Oh, nothing. I just got my tail chewed by someone at the Defence Center. I was calling in regards to a tip we received concerning some mystery behind a project “UB3R.”

<Tasha_Forge> Project huh? That seems to be the word of the day around here for some reason. ::Frowning::

<FletchRyder> ::puzzled look:: What do you mean?

<Tasha_Forge> ::comes on in now. lol!:: We had a run in with Dr. Viper earlier while I was at Megakat Biochemical trying to figure out what is going on with me and this super strength thing going on. Seems I’m one of his “projects”

<Tasha_Forge> Mentioned he had taken it over from someone else or some such.

<FletchRyder> Dr. Viper. ::eyes narrow some at that, as mouth skews into a frown:: Korat and I just picked up one of his creatures from the apartment of a she-kat that’s gone missing.

<FletchRyder> ::explains the odd spree of missing she-kats to them::

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinkies!:: Oh my…..Those girls..Dr. Konway had seen them too! Said he hasn’t had contact with them in some time now.

<Hans_Lynx> ((brb y’all))

<Defense_Dept> ((k))

<Tasha_Forge> ((okies!))

<FletchRyder> What do you mean by “seen them.” Was he treating them for something?

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: same thing I seem to have. Increased muscle, bone and skin density. They never mentioned plantimals though he said. I guess that ties plantimals to at least one of them.

<FletchRyder> And you. ::thinking for a moment:: All I know is that our tipster said that this project “UB3R” had only just recently been transferred from Megakat Biochemical to the Defense Center. We can’t for sure know whether or not it’s the same one Dr. Konway was working on in relation to these plantimal bites.

<FletchRyder> Or, unnatural strength spurts. I suppose we don’t have any evidence the other two she-kats were bitten, yet.

<Tasha_Forge> He said it wasn’t him working on anything like this but he’s looking up info to see if anyone was. You don’t think all this could be connected do you?

<FletchRyder> I don’t know what to think now. There’s still so much to dig up, if we even can. The guy on the phone told me I could face up to 20 years if I pursued further information about this project.

<Hans_Lynx> ((backerz!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: yikes….though…::thinks:: you got that number handy we could call again?

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<Defense_Dept> <McGrath> :: was brief and in a hurry… maybe more scrutiny of the informant is in order? ::

<Hans_Lynx> ((ty!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::or that. lol!::

<FletchRyder> Yeah. ::wrote it down, shows it to her. bites his lower lip:: There’s something else you need to know about the source of this information. McGrath phoned in, talked to Selkirk, and she informed me about it.

<Hans_Lynx> What if Konway’s lying about not knowing of any of this?

<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks:: McGrath did? How the heck did he find out about it?

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: McGrath? How’d he call in? he’s in jail.

<FletchRyder> ::shakes head:: You’re asking the wrong guy.

<Hans_Lynx> He been transferred to Anakata or some other prison?

<Defense_Dept> ((<McGrath> It’s actually quite easy to make a telecommunications array with the simple items you find in prison.))

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL! <McGrath> now days they have those bigscreen tv’s and in some prisons they’ll practically hand you a cellular phone ))

<FletchRyder> I’m not for sure. We can probably check by calling them or looking through their databases.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies::))

<Tasha_Forge> Calling will be quicker. Just call and ask. If he’s still there we need to go talk to him.

<Hans_Lynx> Why’d he want Selkirk anyway? Did she say?

<FletchRyder> ::as he picks up the phone and dials Enforcer HQ:: I imagine it’s because he holds more sway with her.

* Defense_Dept is now known as Enforcer_HQ

<Enforcer_HQ> :: answers :: “How may I direct your call?”

<Hans_Lynx> ::sits down at a random seat and listens now.::

<FletchRyder> I need information about a prisoner you were holding there.

<Enforcer_HQ> “Please provide date of apprenension and any relavent case numbers”

<Tasha_Forge> ::stays standing, arms crossed and listening::

<FletchRyder> Uh.. ::thinks back a moment, providing what he thinks is the correct date they took McGrath:: I’m afraid I don’t have any case numbers readily available, but I do know he was categorized as a “John Doe.”

<Enforcer_HQ> “Not too many of those nowadays, let alone alive…” :: checks the date :: “We have a John Doe received, and transfered to Megakat Springs Penetentiary after a speedy trial.”

<FletchRyder> That’s all I need to know. Thank you.

<Tasha_Forge> Where is he? ::to Ryder::

<Enforcer_HQ> <Megakat Springs> :: a decent drive by car, by is within minutes by say… helicopter… :;

<Enforcer_HQ> ((but^))

<FletchRyder> ::after hanging up:: Megakat Springs Penetentiary.

<Hans_Lynx> Wonder if he gets a round of golf everyday. ::grins::

<Tasha_Forge> Wonderful. Thats quite a drive.

<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks:: Could always fly over there in our holey vehicle. ::chuckles::

<FletchRyder> Our what? ::doesn’t know about the questionable chopper::

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: You do remember our conversation about my fear of heights, right?

<Hans_Lynx> The chopper upstairs… you haven’t seen it yet huh? ::then looks to her:: Tasha, right now you’re practically indestructable. We need to act quickly to find out information on Viper and this project.

<Tasha_Forge> ::groans:: do I have to fly in that thing?

<Hans_Lynx> ::stands:: I won’t make you but it does work internally, just needs some cosmetic work. ::smiles::

<Hans_Lynx> Besides, Viper can’t get you in the air, can he? And I doubt he’ll be hanging around a prison.

<Tasha_Forge> :mrrs:: fine…so we can get moving on this case anyway. ::blinks:: true….::grins:: what are we waiting for then?

<Enforcer_HQ> ((<Hans> :: draws a smiley face on the front of it :: There, doesn’t that make it more inviting? <Fletch> More invitng of a target maybe ))

<FletchRyder> Well, I’m up for some air miles, if it’ll get us there quicker.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> ((::dead!!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))

<FletchRyder> ((<Hans> Crud! ::manuevers chopper from enemy fire:: <Tasha> Who’s shooting at us? <Fletch> Wal-Mart! Copyright infringement on the smiley face!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::leads the pair out of the deskroom and upstairs to the newly finished helipad. goes over to the chopper which looks to have barely survived an air battle. XD::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))

<Enforcer_HQ> ((::snorks::))

<FletchRyder> ::blinks, looking at the hunk of metal:: On second thought..

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::goes up. frowns at it:: Yeah..its a mess….::goes and crawls in, buckling up tightly…very tightly:: I swear if you kill me in this, Hans, I will come back and haunt you!

<FletchRyder> ::climbs in after her, getting in the back and strapping in:: There are parachutes in here, right?

<Hans_Lynx> Yes. ::gets in:: Mind the seat springs. ::yanks that one out that was buggin’ him before. dashboard looks nice and new from where they fixed and upgraded it. buckles up and starts it up. soon they take off and head for Megakat Springs::

<Tasha_Forge> ::closes eyes, buries head under arms. lol! won’t look thats for sure!::

<FletchRyder> ::looks out window, enjoying the view once he’s sure they won’t be careening towards the ground in a fiery blaze::

<Hans_Lynx> ::XD keeping the chopper nice ‘n steady:: Megakat Springs Penetentary.

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods to where it is as they’re nearing it. searches for a place to land::

<Tasha_Forge> Are we there yet? ::still not looking XD::

<Enforcer_HQ> <Megakat Sprints Penetentiary> :: a distance away from the bulk of the smaller city, a good distance within the Megakat Desert ::

<Hans_Lynx> Almost, hon. ::reaches back with a hand to pat her lol::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Megakat Sprints Penetentiary>::where they hold all the ones that ran from the law::))

<FletchRyder> ::taps Hans shoulder, yelling close to his ear so as to be heard:: I think I see part of a landing pad sticking out from some of the sand. ::points down::

<Enforcer_HQ> ((::snorks::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol))

<Enforcer_HQ> ((<Fletch> Either that or its some kind of death trap. Your call. <Hans> ? ))

<Hans_Lynx> ::sees where Fletch points and nods:: I’m bringing us down there then. ::heads to said area and gently lands the chopper on said pad::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::dies!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::rollin’!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks up when they land. grins:: Laaaand! ::bails out as soon as the blades are done moving. XD::

<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs and sighs:: Guess you do fly better than you look. :pats the dash and gets out as the blades finish moving::

<FletchRyder> ::cocks an eyebrow at Tasha, smiling some as he unstraps and gets out of the helicopter::

* Enforcer_HQ is now known as Warden

<Tasha_Forge> ::heads inside with the guys when they are all out.::

<Warden> :: flanked by two guards, approaches them :: How can I help you folks?

<Hans_Lynx> ::pulls out badge:: Agent Lynx. We’re with the MBI.

<Warden> The MBI? :: thinks for a moment :: Ah yes, that name has been gracing the papers rather frequently it would seem. You’re quite the celebrities now, ain’t ya?

<FletchRyder> ::flashes badge as well, squinting some from the bright desert sun::

<Tasha_Forge> ::flashes badges as well:: Agent Forge. We’re here to see one of your prisoners. ::smirks at him:: Nahh..just kats doing our jobs and got it right.

<Tasha_Forge> ::unlike the Enforcers…BWHAHAHAHAHA!-er..::

<Hans_Lynx> ::now now dear. be nice XD::

<FletchRyder> ((<Enforcers> ::cry into their donuts every morning at the MBI’s big success::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<Warden> I’m Warden of this here humble facility. My name is Johns, Steven Johns. :: gestures to the guards :: If you’re looking to see a prisoner, these two will lead the way.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: Thank you, Mr. Johns. We apreciate that.

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods to the guards that they’ll follow::

* Warden is now known as Guards

<Guards> :: walk down a corridor :: Who are you looking to see?

<FletchRyder> We need to see a prisoner only just recently transferred here. One labeled as John Doe.

<Tasha_Forge> ::follows! looking around as they go. hopes McGrath knows whats going on maybe…::

<Guards> Oh, that one. :: as they approach a large barricade door :: You’ll have to stow your weapons in these lockers. :: points ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::stops. unholsters her gun and puts it in one of the lockers, and puts her backup weapon in as well. ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes along with. nods and pulls out his piece. puts it into said locker::

<FletchRyder> ::takes out handgun and puts into a locker::

<Guards> Alright then, this way <Klaxon> :: beeps once as the door opens :: <Guards> :: lead the way ::

<Tasha_Forge> ;:follows! hee! follow the leaders!::

<Hans_Lynx> ::going in after the guards::

<FletchRyder> ::strides after the guards::

<Guards> <Door> :: closes behind them once they’re clear ::

<Guards> :: leads them to a long and narrow room with several segmented sections, a window in each that shows the opposite secured side. Each section has a two way phone ::

<Guards> He’s being brought around, if you’ll just pick a section and have a seat.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: Thank you. ::goes to some random section. will let them sit iffan one of them wants::

<Hans_Lynx> Thanks. ::goes to random section and stands behind Tasha::

<FletchRyder> ::heads towards the randomly selected section::

<Guards> :: after some time, other guards bring a prisoner dressed in an orange jumpsuit around ::

* Guards is now known as McGrath

<McGrath> :: takes a seat on the other side of the window as the guards leave him there. Looks relatively the same ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::who’s got the seat and who’s talkin’ to him? ::

<FletchRyder> ((<Guards> ::bring in a cardboard cut-out of McGrath, cuffing it to the chair:: Yeah, he’s not much of a talker, but he behaves and might get out early for it. <Megs> ::slap foreheads::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!:))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))

<McGrath> ;; picks up the phone on his side ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::you sat XD::

<FletchRyder> ::picks up the phone, if’n okay with you two. can put on speakerphone perhaps?::

<Hans_Lynx> ::sure!::

<Tasha_Forge> ::lol! sits then. lets Fletch get it. sure! that works!::

<FletchRyder> ::does that then, hanging up phone once the speaker’s on:: We need to know what you know about project UB3R. ::getting right to it::

<McGrath> Hello to you, Agent Ryder, Lynx, Forge.

<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks and leans against the side of the station there::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods to him:: Hi. Please answer the question. We need the information.

<McGrath> Here is what I know for sure. I’ve spoken with a fellow inmate over a week ago regarding what his former job was. He was a truck driver, running deliveries for Megakat Biochemcial, and among his inventory were the contents listed with a reference ID of UB3R.

<Hans_Lynx> And his truck was robbed of it?

<McGrath> He said that mid-delivery he was ordered to divert course and arrive in a secluded location before reaching the Defense Center. He said that the order came from the Defense Department, and was shortly confirmed by Megakat Biochemical.

<FletchRyder> Any idea what those contents were?

<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks:: … even worse. ::frowns::

<McGrath> He waited for nearly an hour, until his truck was attacked by an unseen force. Upon investigating it, he found a large hole in the side of the truck, apparently disolved by some type of acid. The contents were gone, and the authorities soon came.

<McGrath> According to him, the attack was blamed on Dr. Viper, and he was arrested for conspiring with him, as he went to a secluded location. Neither the Defense Center or Megakat Biochemical said they gave him orders to divert course and wait.

<FletchRyder> ::under breath:: The plantimals.

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns:: wonderful….so then why did the Defense Center get so defensive when Ryder called them about it?

<McGrath> Isn’t it obvious? :: leans in closer :: Dr. Viper didn’t rob that shipment.

<Tasha_Forge> ::blinks:: he didn’t? so how’d he get involved?

<Hans_Lynx> ::confused at all of this he is, listening::

<McGrath> I questioned the driver further. As it turns out, his delivery truck was later found missing, as were any evidence that would have supported his claims. Just this week, the driver was found in a coma due to toxic shock, the result of an allergy to peanuts. Peanuts are strickly removed from his meal plan, yet they somehow found a way in.

<Hans_Lynx> Someone doesn’t want him talking then.

<Tasha_Forge> Eliminating witnesses…. so why all the secrecy? What does this stuff do that they wanna keep so secret.

<FletchRyder> ::eyes narrowed and arms crossed as he takes this all in::

<McGrath> I don’t know what it does or what its for, but this is typical of a cover up operation. Some type of activity that is occuring that neither the Defense Center or Megakat Biochemcial wants to be publically affiliated with, yet they still want to continue their work.

<McGrath> As the shipment originated from Megakat Biochemcial, I can only assume that its some type of chemical or biological weapon. Its disappearance being blamed on Dr. Viper is more than likely a cove.r

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns. looks at Hans now:: guinea pigs…

<Hans_Lynx> ::puts hand on her shoulder:: We know what it does, McGrath… ::quietly:: Tasha’s somehow gotten it in her system… thanks to a plantimal bite.

<McGrath> A plantimal bite?

<Tasha_Forge> Well..sorta. They wrap their tounges around you, leaving a nasty rash looking thing. It disappears quickly though, in about ten minutes time.

<McGrath> Have you experienced any side effects?

<Hans_Lynx> Boy has she ever…

<Tasha_Forge> ::quietly now:: so far I’ve experienced an increase in bone, muscle and skin density. to abnormal proportions I mean. Way beyond a normal kat.

<McGrath> How much of an increase?

<Tasha_Forge> I have to be very careful of what I even touch. I’ve ripped cabinet doors off without even trying, and flung Hans here across the room. I went to a doctor and they couldn’t even puncture my skin with a needle. We went to a Dr. Konway at Megakat biochemical who used some matter extractor finally.

<Hans_Lynx> He said there were three others he saw, but they didn’t encounter plantimals. Those three have disappeared.

<McGrath> :: frowns :: That sounds oddly similar to the results of certain super soldier syrums.

<Tasha_Forge> Super Soldier Syrums?

<McGrath> Many governments have sought to design soldiers whose military might would be unparaleled throughout the world. Biogenetics has often been the resource most heavily used to try and create such soldiers. Granted, there is no known fully successful syrum, as they typically kill their hosts within 24 hours, or cause distinct physical mutations.

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns more:: Oh thats just wonderful. We’ll I’ve lived three days since the attack. The only physical mutation has been the increases in mass. I’ve gained weight from what the doc said. Claimed I weight 200 pounds.

<McGrath> That’s not very distinct :: thinks :: You may have been the recipient of a successful syrum, with no harmful side-effects.

<McGrath> Are there others?

<Tasha_Forge> Three she-kats. All three went to Dr. Konway for testing. Those three are missing now.

<Hans_Lynx> … but no plantimal contact… you think maybe Dr. Viper has found the solution to this syrum?

<FletchRyder> We can reasonably assume at least one of these three came in contact with a plantimal, as we found one in one of the she-kat’s apartment.

<McGrath> :: frowns moreso :: Agent Forge, you’ve inadvertently become the member of a control group. As for the others, did the plantimals you found have any… special abilities?

<Hans_Lynx> Not sure about the one Ryder saw at the apartment deceased, but the attack at the mall they were… invisible, save for under UV light.

<Tasha_Forge> The ones I encountered were rather..odd. They were invisiable. LIke a chameleon till you managed to get something on them to make them show themselves. then they would wrap their tounge around you, or rather me…felt like their tounges were pulsating as though they were injecting something. Probably this serum. They died shortly afterwards.

<FletchRyder> The one we found was dead and in the process of decomposing.

<McGrath> Camoflauge. Stealth operations. The victims may not know they were “bit.” :: listens :: And they died after they administered the syrum, to destroy any evidence.

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Tasha>::goes invisiable..then has tons of fun scaring the crud outta Hertz::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods:: That’s about how it goes…

<Tasha_Forge> Where these..Super Soldiers..present in your time? ::giving him the benefit of the doubt on this::

<McGrath> I’ve seen many types of weaponry in use: biological, technological, temporal, and even mixtures of them. Individuals will do anythingto amass power…. or wealth.

<Hans_Lynx> You mentioned Tasha is in the “control” group… what are the others getting who aren’t?

<McGrath> I don’t know. As you’re all quite aware, this type of genetic manipulation is highly illegal, and has statutes that ban it in many international treaties. One could not go about legally developing something like this.

<Hans_Lynx> Who says the government always cares about doing things legally to get what they want?

<Tasha_Forge> WEll thats obvious. My worry is what happens when this experiment is over? Those of us that got this syrum…I’m not liking the fact that I’m a guinea pig, and I certainly don’t like what I think they will do when this is done.

<McGrath> I’m not saying they wouldn’t. But the fact of the matter is, Dr. Viper has been implicated. He’s the obvious culprit after all. His invovlement is probable, but him being the only culprit is not likely.

<McGrath> Once the experiment is over and the serum refined, all evidence of the testing will be destroyed.

<Tasha_Forge> Honestly…I think the Defense Center bribed him. THey’ve promised him something if he’ll help take care of their project and cover for them. ::frowns at him:: Thats what I’m afraid of.

<Hans_Lynx> Not all of it will be. ::mrrrs::

<FletchRyder> It seems that the “super saliva” in his plantimals was an inadvertant effect of their creation. Question is, how many did he create, and is the Defense Center currently manufacturing more for their purposes.

<McGrath> The others have already been captured. There biology is no doubt being analyzed as we speak. :: listens :: I doubt its inadvertent. You mentioned that they go out, unseen, looking for their victims, yet they only target specific individuals and not a mass populace?

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: So far we’ve only heard of these three she-kats and myself.

<FletchRyder> Now, why only she-kats?

<Hans_Lynx> Seems that way… they made a big fuss at the mall the other day, knocking kats over and all but they… they sounded like they were sniffing for something… then went for Tasha.

<McGrath> Then this is evidence that the serum is still being devloped. There is something about she-kats that match your description that allows the serum to work properly. The victims are no doubt being analyzed for their compatability, so that it will reveal how to make the serum perfect.

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns:: well this is one victim they’ll have a hard time getting a hold of. They aren’t testing on me any more than they already have.

<FletchRyder> This is all great circumstancial speculation, but how are we going to pin down some facts if we don’t have any clearance to do some sniffing around?

<Hans_Lynx> Dr. Viper has been following Tasha, we’ve seen him at least twice.

<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at Fletch, curious to that answer::

<McGrath> Capture one of the plantimals, alive.

<Tasha_Forge> Thats rather difficult. I doubt they’ll come for me again.

<FletchRyder> Yeah, and then what?

<McGrath> If you get it alive, you’ll also be capturing the serum. Run a chemical analysis on it, and cross reference it with other artificial compounds produced by Megakat Biochemical. The chemical analysis is important, because file names have no doubt been altered..

<McGrath> The Defense Center will be more difficult. It may require less… legal means of investigating.

<Tasha_Forge> Thats a bit out of our capabilities. ::smirks:: But I do know someone that it isn’t. ::looking right at McGrath. XD::

<FletchRyder> ::narrows eyes some, not liking the sound of that:: We’ll see..

<Hans_Lynx> ::frowns at this. hopes Konway isn’t in on all of this::

<Hans_Lynx> ::need him to do the analyzing::

<McGrath> :: serious expression :: That statement borders on conspiracy, Agent Forge. I wouldn’t presume to do anything of that nature, especially whilst confined behind these inpenetrable walls of conrete and steel.

<FletchRyder> ::may need to find that helpful cyberkat again::

<McGrath> Besides, there is someone other than myself who is far more qualified for such an act.

<Tasha_Forge> LIke?

<Hans_Lynx> ::quirks brow::

<McGrath> Miss Selkirk’s companion.

<FletchRyder> ::can’t believe he’s hearing this::

<Hans_Lynx> … That Bexa fellow?

<McGrath> :: frowns :: No. The girl.

<Tasha_Forge> The girl…?::looks at Fletch and Hans to see if they know that one.::

<Hans_Lynx> Girl? Oh you mean the one staying with Greenbox?

<McGrath> :: nods ::

<FletchRyder> ::was thinking Bexa too. figured his hippy van might just have the power to put a stop to all this govn’t conspiracy junk:: You mean.. the.. you know. ::doesn’t want to say cyberkat inside the facility::

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods:: I understand.

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES Fletch lol::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Tasha_Forge> oh…yeah…her. She could definitly help.

<McGrath> Be careful. Billions of dollars may be awarded to whoever develops the perfect serum. They will not allow their project to die easily.

<Hans_Lynx> BILLIONS? Like Viper can waltz in and say “oh I have the patent, give me my millionsssss”.

<Hans_Lynx> ((er billionssss^))

<FletchRyder> Well, we don’t plan on allowing them a say in the matter. Altering the natural biology of things can only end badly.

<Tasha_Forge> Heh…hear that…I could be worth billions. ::smirks:: still wanna stay with me to protect me? ::looks up at hans::

<McGrath> Not Viper. Those who have enlisted his help, research or alibi. They already use unsuspecting she-kats as testing material. They won’t hesitate to kill.

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> Take the soy burger, for instance. A terrible plague on katkind. Bleh! <Others> ..))

<Hans_Lynx> ::chuckles:: I think so. ::smiles at Tasha::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead::))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

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

<FletchRyder> If they haven’t already, that is.

<Tasha_Forge> We’ll be extra careful. These kats have got to be stopped though. They can’t be allowed to continue this.

<McGrath> <Guards> :: approach the trio :: Will you be much longer?

<Hans_Lynx> ::sighs:: I think we’ve finished actually. Thanks McGrath.

<McGrath> :: hangs up, and stands up, as is escorted away by guards on the other side ::

<FletchRyder> ::turns head towards the approaching guards, then back to McGrath::

* McGrath is now known as Guards

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets up:: Yes, thank you. You’ve been a great help. ::turns and goes with the guards::

<FletchRyder> ::follows them, trying to soak up everything that’s just been discussed. admittedly couldn’t have gotten as far as they did without McG’s input::

<Hans_Lynx> ::exits with the guards, runs hand through his hair and huffs. even more worried about Tasha if the government is aware she is an experiment of theirs… that must be destroyed later::

<Guards> :: leads them out back to the locker area :: Make sure to pickup your sidearms her.e

<Hans_Lynx> ::opens locker and takes out his gun. holsters it back and waits for the other two::

<Tasha_Forge> ::Takes her sidearm and backup, putting them back in proper holsters. made sure they were both still loaded. not going anywhere for a long time without them. XD::

<FletchRyder> ::takese sidearm back, and holsters it:: Forge. ::talking lowly to her as they’re leaving:: This is only a suggestion, but it may not be a bad idea to bunk up at HQ for a while. Especially with our new security system installed.

<Hans_Lynx> ::heads out with them, making way to the chopper::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods to that:: Thats not a bad idea actually. I may do that. Get some things together and just sleep at HQ somewhere.

<Guards> <Warden> :: unseen from his office, watches them from security camera displays, taps fingers on the desk, as he swivels in his chair to make some phone calls ::

<FletchRyder> ::getting into the chopper:: I don’t think the Captain or Director will object at all once they’re briefed on the situation. ::strapping in::

<Hans_Lynx> ::gets in and straps self in:: I’m still staying with you when Joe’s off duty.

<Tasha_Forge> ::Straps in nice and tight again:: I hope not. I’ll get Joe to stay too so he don’t get hurt if they try to raid the house or something thinking I’m there.

<FletchRyder> ((<Warden> Yeah, so don’t make it a sloppy job this time around. I want my pepperoni here in twenty minutes or less.. or else!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::snickers at Hans:: do you have any idea how goofy this sounds? You guys are protecting what is supposed to be a super soldier.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))

<FletchRyder> A marked super soldier.

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: Don’t remind me.

<Hans_Lynx> They may have something to undo the process Tasha… so you might not be as had to kill off. ::starts up the chopper. who the warden callin’? ‘sides Tony’s Pizza? -g-::

<Guards> <Chopper’s Radar> :: once they’re in the air, shows two blips far off ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::groans:: And don’t say that either. ::ducks head under arms again. XD::

<Hans_Lynx> ::lifts up and then blinks at the radar:: What the…? ::steers it around in the direction of the MBI, eyes on the radar again::

* Guards is now known as Black_Helicopters

<FletchRyder> What is it? I don’t need my parachute, do I? ::dry joking tone::

<Black_Helicopters> :: abruptly catch up and zoom past the MBI chopper, going in front of it and then swinging back around to flank it on either side ::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Tasha> awww man! Those aren’t just any helicopters. Those are BLACK helicopters! <Fletch> so….? <Tasha> Don’t you ever watch gangster shows?! I’m about to get shot!!))

<FletchRyder> Hey! Whoa! ::sits up straighter in seat:: Where’d those come from?

<FletchRyder> ((::Dead!::))

<Black_Helicopters> :: they level off on both sides of the chopper, matching course and speed. :: <Side Doors> :: of both helicopters slide open, to reveal several kats dressed in similar black fashion sliding out something to point at the MBI chopper ::

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> Well, this is hardly your typical drive-by. <Tasha> It’s the 21st century. Nowadays they have fly-bys. <Fletch> Wicked.))

<Hans_Lynx> No. That! ::nods to those choppers::

<Black_Helicopters> <Objects> :: upon a closer look, are revealed to be large 6-barrelled mini guns, the barrels of which begin to rotate… ::

<Hans_Lynx> Kats alive… ::scowls, presses forward and has the chopper go upwards::

<FletchRyder> Um, Lynx.. evasive manuevers would be nice!

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!:: <Hans> Yeah….in the old days it was antique cars and tommy guns. Then it turned to black lexus’s and BMW’s. Now…its helicopters. What next? Alien ships? <Alien ship..in black>::pulls up:: <Hans> I had to ask…))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Black_Helicopters> :: open fire at the same time, following the MBI chopper with a very visible trail of rounds behind it ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks up. eyes widen finally seeing all this:: Awww crud. Go hans go!!!

<FletchRyder> ::pressed back into his seat, teeth gritted. pulls out handgun, though not sure how much good it’ll do::

<Black_Helicopters> <Bullets> :: most miss, but a few pierce the fuelselage in non-vital areas. One in particular hits Tasha square in the chest ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::trying to maneuver up and to the side to go over one of the choppers:: Hold on to your lunch!

<Tasha_Forge> ::yelps! what’s it do? lol! don’t that sound like a stupid question? XD::

<FletchRyder> ::hasn’t had lunch yet. attempts to open the door and fire down at the black helicopter as they pass over it::

<Black_Helicopters> <Bullet> :: the impact of it no doubt knocks her down, but it can be seen having gone right through her BPV, but stopping once in came into contact with her. The large round is about an inch wide, and about 5 inches long, with the tip smashed into her ::

<Black_Helicopters> :: as they get fired at, increase their distance a little bit ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::zoom forward some now straightening out again:: Who are these jerks?! You both okay?

<Tasha_Forge> ::knocked down then! grabs at chest!:: I’m hit! ::feels around:: no wait…::Frowns. picks up bullet and eyes it.:: Well….I was hit. Aww man….I’ll give you a pretty good guess who they are.

<Black_Helicopters> :: also finding keeping a target on Hans is a bit tough. They fly away from one another for a moment to reorganize, giving Hans some time ::

<FletchRyder> ::looking back at the helicopter:: Great. Any way to get this bucket of bolts moving faster?

<Hans_Lynx> ::grrrs:: I’m trying but I can’t push it further than it can go! ::swerves to the left some and downwards now that they’re in the city mun assumes, but avoiding sky scrapers of course XD::

<Black_Helicopters> ((<Hans> Yeah, we through out the dead weight! :: boots Fletch out the door ::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Black_Helicopters> :: pull away once the chopper makes it within city limits. They zoom off in opposite directions :: <Chopper Radar> :: shows them leaving, and then dissapearing ::

<FletchRyder> ::scanning the skies behind and to the side of them:: I don’t see them.

<Hans_Lynx> ::huffs:: They’ve gone from radar. You okay Tasha?

<FletchRyder> ::turns back around in seat, restrapping himself in, letting out a haggard breath::

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets back up, peering out the window a moment, then nods:: Yeah….considering I just stopped a bullet from taking me out. ::holds out that bullet that crashed into her. lol!::

<Hans_Lynx> ::frowns at that. is one angry feline now lol readjusts his course and soon reaches the MBI. lands on the helipad and shuts down the chopper::

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> Well, I’m glad my life’s no longer in danger! ::steps out of helicopter, which was parked a little too close to the ledge. falls off the side of the building:: <Hans> Uh, whoops! <Tasha> I’m okay! ::from below:: But you won’t be soon, Hans!))

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets out as soon as the blades stop. pats herself over to make sure she didn’t miss another that hit her or something. then eyes that bullet again:: Alright..I’ve seen a BPV stop a bullet..but never it go through one and stop at my chest.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))

<Black_Helicopters> <Tasha’s BPV> :: is in shambles after than anti-aircraft round went through it ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::unstraps self and gets out of the chopper. goes around to help her out:: Just get out of the chopper and into HQ.

<Black_Helicopters> ((::snorks::))

<FletchRyder> Paw dang, Forge. That one nearly had your name on it. ::getting out::

<Black_Helicopters> ((that^))

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods at Hans. hurries inside:: No joke. My BPV is destroyed. Little good it did.

<FletchRyder> ::circles the helicopter for a moment, noting the damage it sustained. whistles some, looks up at the sky, then heads inside as well:: <Why are we always way in over our heads?>

<Hans_Lynx> ::once she’s in, takes a look at the damage himself, frowning::

<Tasha_Forge> ::pulls her BPV off, glancing it over again:: I’m gonna hang this one on the wall definitly. After this is all over with anyway.

<Black_Helicopters> <Chopper> :: sustained not as much damage as it could have. Most of the damage is just asthetic ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::huffs none the less and goes down inside after them:: Someone needs to defend us from the defense center.

<FletchRyder> ((<MBI Chopper> ::give band-aids for repair maintenance, along with a smiley face sticker and a lollipop::))

<FletchRyder> ((^given))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))

<Black_Helicopters> (((::snorks::))

<FletchRyder> Cruel irony. I’m sure half the personel there aren’t even aware of this project.

<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))

<Tasha_Forge> No joke…. I’m definitly staying put here. I’m not going out there again unless I have to. They’ll have a fine time of getting me in here, thats for sure.

<Hans_Lynx> I’m sure they aren’t. Let Joe send your things over, Tasha.

<FletchRyder> His and yours. Don’t want them picking on him if they can’t get to you.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: right. I’ll call mom and dad to be on the alert too. Just in case.

<FletchRyder> Has there ever been a time when your family wasn’t on alert, Forge? ::half jokingly::

<Tasha_Forge> ::snorts:: Not really. Between me and Joe in trouble here, and dad’s work..not really at all.

<Hans_Lynx> ::issa quiet. brooding over this new development:: Who’s calling the cyberkat?

<Tasha_Forge> Not me. I don’t have a clue who she really is.

<FletchRyder> We’ll have to get in contact with Greenbox to get to her, I imagine. Whether she’ll even do it..

<Hans_Lynx> Hopefully she will.

<Hans_Lynx> If she won’t by us, then maybe by Stormcrow asking.

<Tasha_Forge> Maybe so. I sure hope she will do it.

<FletchRyder> Selkirk’s close to them. We can utilitize that connection to at least get her to consider it. ::speaking lowly now:: You do realize that, what we’re offhandly discussing, could land us both in the same place as McGrath for a lot longer time.

<Hans_Lynx> Better than being dead, which is what couldn’ve happened just moments ago.

<Hans_Lynx> ((could’ve^))

<Black_Helicopters> ((<McGrath> Looks like we’re roomates now. I call to bunk ))

<FletchRyder> Good point. I’m just saying, we really need to be cautious. If they catch on to what we’re doing…

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Tasha_Forge> Indeed, and what the Defense center is doing is far worse. Only we have to be careful we aren’t like that truck driver and just a casualty in alla their testing.

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<FletchRyder> ((<Hans> ::grumbling in cell:: I can’t believe they caught us! Our plan was fool proof! <Fletch> Dressing up as Viper’s mother and walking through the front door of the Defense Center claiming to be bringing him cookies is fool proof? <Tasha> Well, if the cookies would’ve at least been *decent*..))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))

<Hans_Lynx> Fletch, they know Tasha’s a subject. They will soon find out she’s not dead as that syrum has run its course and is working well. They know who we talked to and they probably know why and what about. Time for being cautious is running out.

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diiies::))

<FletchRyder> I just don’t want things blowing up in our faces, is all.

<Tasha_Forge> It already is. They know we know about their plans.

<Hans_Lynx> It already has. ::mrrrs:: I’m going to call that Greenbox guy and see about getting help from that cyberkat. We need to find a way to lure one of those things out and how to capture it so we can find an antidote before they actually succeed in killing Tasha next time! ::huffs and turns into the breakroom, taking up a phonebook to look the number up::

<Black_Helicopters> <Phonebook>. ;; no doubt has the number that is sought ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::flops down on a chair near the phone and looks it up angrily::

<Black_Helicopters> ((<Greenbox> What do you want? <Hans> Um… more free help? <Greenbox> :: hangs up ::))

<Tasha_Forge> ::sighs. goes in to sit down as well. rubs at chest some. did feel that one though not much more than like a punch or something::