2006-03-25

<Hans_Lynx> 4 RPG a go go!

<TrinaKorat> Hola! Konichiwa! Anyohaseo! Hello! Bon Jour! XD))

<Hans_Lynx> ::Trina’s gon INSANE!::

<StormcrowSelkirk> I thought she was already insane?

<FletchRyder> ((No, she’s gone insanely multicultural!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::soo is this same day? maybe Hans called Greenbox and they weren’t out so today he calls again?::

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

<Hans_Lynx> ::weren’t in that is::

<TrinaKorat> ((::dead!!:: AHAHAHA!))

<TrinaKorat> ::same day? Fletchmun wanna have them investigate the other homes?::

<Tasha_Forge> ::sounds good! sittin onna sofa, face in hands. scared now. lol! wouldn’t you be if you just got shot by some huge black helicopter?::

<FletchRyder> ::sure, and that way he can fill her in on what’s going down::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is, uh, somewhere.::

<Hans_Lynx> ::okay same day it be! calls up Greenbox, a few hours later, finally gets ahold of him:: <Greenbox>::mebbe him ‘n Glitch just got in from grocery shopping?::

<TrinaKorat> ::works for me! I’s driving us, then or wha?::

<FletchRyder> ::now that Tasha’s a primary target, and perhaps Hans and himself secondary ones, arming himself a little heavier. goes to find Trina::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::shua! helping him put away the groceries::

<TrinaKorat> ::okay, you’re arming, then. xD Is in the armory after putting on her uniform::

<Matt_brb> <Armory> :: carasel of weapons rotates, some old, some newer and shiny ::

* Matt_brb is now known as Armory

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))

<TrinaKorat> ((WB!))

<Armory> ((ty))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((wb!))

<TrinaKorat> ::looking around:: Feel like I’ve stepped into “The Matrix”…

<FletchRyder> Korat, there you are. ::as he glances over their newish armory:: There’s been some serious crud going down.

<FletchRyder> ((WB))

<TrinaKorat> ::blinks, looks over her shoulder: What is it?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::appeares at the MBI once again, hoping to catch a Sulfur or a Korat this time. Hopes coming later in the day will give better results::

<Hans_Lynx> <Greenbox> ::takes up the phone:: Hello? <Hans> Is this Dr. Greenbox? <Greenbox> Yes it is, may I ask who’s calling? <Hans> ::pardon mun for talking to herself lol:: This is Hans Lynx, I’m an agent at the MBI. Is er… Tessie there? ::mun assumes Tasha told Hans about her ‘n stuff when she filled him in awhile back from the whole robofiasco:: <Greenbox> Yes she is… hold on a moment. Tessie?

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::shua! looks that way:: Yes, dad?

<FletchRyder> Well, after we got back with the dead plantimal, I called up the Defense Center about a project UB3R. ::goes into detail about the call, the threat, how they got the tip from McG, how they tracked him down at the penetentiary and all the information they learned concerning Tasha’s condition being linked to all the missing she-kats. finishes with how they just got back from an aerial assault::

<Hans_Lynx> <Greenbox> Someone from the MBI wants to speak with you. :;covers phone:: Be careful what you say, alright? ::hands it to her::

<TrinaKorat> ::eyes wide:: This… can’t be the work of Viper… not unless he’s grown more than just plants in his head…

<Armory> ((<Fletch> :: all out of breath :: But wait, there’s more! <Trina> … uh, why don’t you just tell me who to shoot when the time’s right, okay? :: perplexed :: ))

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

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::blinks. nods:: I will. ::takes:: hello?

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

<FletchRyder> ((<Greenbox> We don’t want to buy anything, and if they ask for a credit card number- <Glitch> Fry them into next Tuesday. Right.))

* hello has joined #mbi_sk

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

<hello> hello all, Tygris Makenzy reporting for duty

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

<TrinaKorat> ((Heys, Tygrismun!))

<hello> shoot, my name is wrong, be right back

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Lo!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEADGLITCH!::))

<FletchRyder> ((Hey, Tygris!))

* StormcrowSelkirk sets mode: +o hello

* hello has left #mbi_sk

<Tasha_Forge> ((…..we need to tell him he can change it in here))

<TrinaKorat> ((;goes tell him on AIM::))

<FletchRyder> Well, we’re pretty sure he’s involved somehow. ::explains how Viper’s been following Tasha:: We believe their after Tasha, since she’s become one of their test subjects.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::looks around in the lobby::

<FletchRyder> ((^they’re))

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

<TrinaKorat> Wonderful. :Grabs a tranq rifle, checks for ammo:: Where to next?

<Hans_Lynx> Hello? Is this Tessie? I’m Agent Lynx from the MBI. I heard about you helping us out recently.

<FletchRyder> We should check out those last two residences of the missing girls. If we find what we found in Annabelle’s place, then it’ll confirm our suspicion that they’re disappearance is directly related to the plantimals.

<Tasha_Forge> <Tessie>::smiles:: This is she. oh..I see. It was no problem at all.

<TrinaKorat> Roger that. ::checks her BPV one last time, then throws the rifle over her shoulder:: I’m read.

<TrinaKorat> (Ready, even)

* Tygris has joined #mbi_sk

<Tygris> ((There we go))

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Wb!))

* StormcrowSelkirk sets mode: +o Tygris

<FletchRyder> ::eyes sort of glowing as he speaks, all that new weaponry making his mouth water:: Wow, some of these weapons are really high-end. I can’t even identify some of them. ::taking a particularly nasty looking beaut from the rack::

<Hans_Lynx> Listen… something has come up and I was asked to contact you to ask for your help on a certain matter I’d rather not discuss over the phone.

<Tygris> ((Thing kept giving me problems getting in, server wouldn’t connect))

<TrinaKorat> ((It takes a while, sometimes))

<Tasha_Forge> <Tessie> Oh…do I need to come there then? To the MBI?

<TrinaKorat> …. remind me not to catch you on a bad day. ::grins::

<Armory> :: blinks a red light when Ryder removes the weapon ::

<Hans_Lynx> Yes, if you can.

<FletchRyder> ::offers her a mischievious look, then blinks at the red light:: Okay, what’d I touch this time?

<Tasha_Forge> <Tessie> I can. Give me just a few moments and I’ll be right there.

<TrinaKorat> ((Armory> Warning. You are not of proper age to use this weapon. <Fletch> I’m over 21! <Armory> Step away from the armor. Step away from the armor. ::points all matter of guns at him:: <Fletch> … now I feel like I’m 5… ::small voice::))

<Armory> <Display> :; on a small LCD screen, logs the weapon as being taken out. :: “Enter Badge Number”

<Hans_Lynx> Alright. Thank you, we appreciate it.

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

<Tygris> ((So is everybody in the armory? where is a good time to try and fit it?))

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

<FletchRyder> ::cocks eyebrow, rather impressed. enters badge number::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::not I! I is in the lobby, looking for a sign of life as heading in to find the Director::

<Hans_Lynx> ((no, Hans and Tasha are in the breakroom right now. Trina ‘n Fletch in the armory. Dunno where LS is))

<Armory> <Display> :: light blinks green, and then displays a timer that logs how long the weapon is being checked out ::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Amory>”Warning! Maniac loose with weapon. Please proceed in a moblike fashion towards the exits. thank you.”))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<TrinaKorat> ((Where you be, Stormcrow?))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::in the lobby, about to go look for the Director if he be there.::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Hertz> ::is only cleared to check out their squirt guns and foam baseball bats::))

<Armory> ((::snorks::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOOOOODEADDEAD!!!::))

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<FletchRyder> Cool. ::turns to exit:: Okay, let’s go.

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DYING!::))

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> no problem. ::hangs up. tells Greenbox where she’s going then zaps into the powerlines and heads for the MBI!::

<TrinaKorat> ((<Hertz> ::Then is only allowed to touch pillows after hitting himself in the eye with the bats and nearly drowning with the water guns::))

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<TrinaKorat> :nods:: Roger.

<Hans_Lynx> <Greenbox>::looks at Tessie curiously lol nods and blinks as she’s gone. hopes things are alright there. finishes putting away groceries::

<TrinaKorat> ::goes after him::

<Tygris> ::Walks through hall towards Lobby, sees Lady Selkirk

<Tasha_Forge> ((:SOODEAD!::))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::is in his office, yes::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::zaps out of the powerlines just inside the lobby. looks around for Agent Lynx::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::spies Tygris:: Oh, hi, sir.

* Armory is now known as Tailor

<FletchRyder> ::makes for the parking lot and Trina’s jeep once again. feels pretty powerful with that weapon in his hand. just hopes they don’t run into anymore helicopters::

<Tygris> ::bows and says “Good day to you Ma’am, you seem to be looking for something, how may I assist you?” ::

* Tailor is now known as Tailor_Apartment

<Tasha_Forge> ((Tygris, remember that we say things outside of the :: ::’s and not in parenthesis))

<Hans_Lynx> ::hangs up and stands:: She’ll be here any minute. ::smiles:: C’mom.

<TrinaKorat> ::eyes him with that gun. Is a little worried of that thing going off in her jeep. XD:

<StormcrowSelkirk> Yeah. Do you know if Director Sulfur is in today? I need to talk to him.

<FletchRyder> ::grabbed some latex gloves and extra trashbags this time to be prepared::

<Tasha_Forge> ::sighs. gets up and nods:: Okay…::goes with!:: I hope she can help. <glitch>::heads down the hallway to find them. runs into Hans and Tasha then?::

<TrinaKorat> ((<Trina> Before yuo get in the car, is the safety on Old Betsy? <Fletch> Of course it is! And, her name is Sarah Jane! ::pats gun: <Trina> … you’re walking.))

<Tygris> ::looks at her with a questioning look:: to be Honest ma’am, I have never met director Sulfur, and would like to

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

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::sure!:: Are you Glitch?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is a little surprised, thought Sulfur would have wanted to meet a new recruit:: Oh. Well, thanks anyway. ::heads into the hall to look for herself::

<Hans_Lynx> ::don’t think he’s actually met her.::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::pauses and nods. smiles:: I am. Agent Hans Lynx? ::extends a hand to shake::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::fresh meat in my office?! Well, bring ‘em on!! AHAHA! Erm… yes::

<FletchRyder> ((<Trina> Crimanilly, Nutsy, put that pea-shooter down. <Fletch> Ya’ know, I have had special ops train- ::weapon explodes in hands:: … <Trina> I think we’re giving you the same clearance as Hertz.))

<TrinaKorat> ::Starts up the car:: Tailor it is. ::drives, for sooth!::

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods and shakes her hand a moment:: You’re one of those… cyberdemons, right? ::Thinks she looks normal lol::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD::))

<Tygris> ::pulls out his cell phone and calls Agent Lynx::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::goeth down the hall-eth, toward the offices::

<Tygris> ::suddenly thinks for a moment, hangs up the phone and heads towards the offices section::

<FletchRyder> ::sits back in his seat, watching the mirrors and the like, a bit on edge::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::nods and smiles still:: I am. It is nice to meet you. now what did you need my help with?

<Hans_Lynx> ((::diiies Robin Hood! XD::))

<Tygris> ::Spies one of the doors down at the end of the hall that reads Director Markus Sulfur::

<TrinaKorat> I can’t believe I missed all that. ::hands sorta gripping the steering wheel::

<Hans_Lynx> Well… we need you to gain access to the Defence Center… on a dangerous sort of mission.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> :I am inside! The all powerful wizard of…!::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is there too:: Decided to seek him out as well?

<Hans_Lynx> ((brb!))

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::blinks:: The Defence Center? why?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Okay))

<FletchRyder> Well, it all just happened so fast.

<Tygris> ::looks towards LS and nods:: it seems we both found him separately. Well, after you.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::shakes her head:: No, you’d better go first. I’ll probably take a while.

<Tygris> ::Tygris Shrugs, then turns and knocks firmly on the door::

<FletchRyder> ((<LS> ::grabs doorknob, melting it:: Oops! <Mark> Wow, can’t believe I pulled that all nighter and downed twelve caffeinated beverages. Now for a well deserved restroom break. ::tries door, unable to get out. wails, pounding door::))

<TrinaKorat> ::sucks in a deep breath:: Yeah. ::finally gets them there:

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES*))

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

<Tygris> ((lol))

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

<Tailor_Apartment> :: looks normal from the outside, one of those ground floor numbers with a small porch area and *gasp* grass and trees. Not a bad looking place to live ::

<FletchRyder> Alright, ::gets out, shutting door behind him:: hope your brought a clothespin this time.

<TrinaKorat> At least I know what I’ll be looking at.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Come in.

<Tailor_Apartment> :: upon a closer look, the front door can be seen partially open ::

<TrinaKorat> ::goes after him::

<FletchRyder> Hmm. ::notes the opened door:: Looks like someone else is doing some last minute snooping. ::opens door fully, peering in::

<Tailor_Apartment> :: movement noises from deeper inside the apartment are made ::

<Tygris> ::Ty opens the door walking in front of the desk and saluting:: New recruit, Agent Makenzy reporting for duty sir.I was told by Agent Ryder that at some point that I would need to see the director.

<Hans_Lynx> ((back!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((WB!))

<Hans_Lynx> Lets go to the conference room to talk about this.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((wb!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::starts heading off with Tasha and Glitch to said room of conference::

<Hans_Lynx> ((TY!))

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> sure. Please, lead the way. ::steps aside:: <Tasha>::gives her a small smile and goes with Hans to the conference room::

<FletchRyder> ::ears perk, and grabs up his standard handgun, cautiously moving into the apartment. moves quietly towards the sound of movement::

<TrinaKorat> ::takes the rifle off her back, goes after him slowly::

<Hans_Lynx> ::pulls out a seat for both of ‘em lol and sits down himself::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::blinks, then stands:: Markus Sulfur. Pleased to meet you, Agent Makenzy. Have a seat. ::then pauses:: DId I hear Ms. Selkirk outside as well?

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::takes a seat:: thank you. <Tasha>::sits as well! not saying much as mun no wanna talk to herself XD::

<Tygris> ::Takes a seat::

<Tygris> yes director, we arrived at the same time, but she informed me that she would take longer, so asked me to speak to you first

<Hans_Lynx> ::XD:: I hear you are good with computers? That you’re like one in a way and can hack into any system?

<FletchRyder> ::sniffs the air some, seeing if the same stench from before is discernable as he heads deeper into the apartment::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::Nods:: I can. What is at the Defence Center that you need? <Tasha> some information on a project of theirs. UB3R to be exact. Its very crucial we get this information. Kat’s lives are at stake but they won’t give us the info.

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::Stands:: I rather I spoke to the two of you. ::goes get Stormcrow::

<TrinaKorat> ::keeps looking outside for any signs::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::is outside the door, tries to look like she wasn’t listening XD::

<Tailor_Apartment> <Individual> :: wearing all black, including ski-mask and gloves, abruptly exits out of the bedroom ::

<TrinaKorat> Mark> Merle? Can you come in here, please?

<StormcrowSelkirk> . . . Yes, sir. ::does so::

<Hans_Lynx> It seems that there are some individuals who have started this project. They want to make kats with extra abilities, to turn them into “super soldiers” as it were. To do this, they’ve created a syrum, but it needs testing…

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> I see…do you want this syrum’s makup then to test it? <Tasha>::frowns:: no…its been tested..on me. We need to know what it does and the plans for this project.

<FletchRyder> ::quickly ducks behind furniture, hoping he wasn’t seen:: <Well, you look a little out of place.>

<Tygris> ::sits in his seat, looking over the interesting collection of books Director Sulfur has from his seat::

<Hans_Lynx> This sort of testing, and most likely the syrum, is illegal and so to keep themselves from being liable, we think that they allowed Dr. Viper to steal some of the UBER syrum, but we’re not sure. We need any and all information about this project including who’s behind it and if Viper has involvement at all.

<TrinaKorat> ::walks inside, nearly calling out for Fletch::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Mark> Books…what are books? <Tygris>…..and your our Director?))

<TrinaKorat> Mark> What are books?

<TrinaKorat> ((AW DANGIT!!! IGNORE THAT))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol!!!!))

<TrinaKorat> ((That’s not what I meant to type. Darnit, hands. I told you to WAIT for the brain!))

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> I see….okay! ::grins:: I can do that.

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

* Tailor_Apartment is now known as Masked_Individual

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOODEAD!:: Its a little early for your midnight typo, Sagey))

<FletchRyder> ((::dies!:: <Trina> Yooohooo! Fletchy, where arrrre yooooou! I found something dead over here you need to giftwrap! <Fletch> Confound it, woman! <Individual> ::skedaddles::))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Have a seat, both of you.

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

<TrinaKorat> ((BOTH. XD))

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dead*))

<Tygris> ((i’m already sitting, should I sit lower?))

<Tygris> ((LOL))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::quickly sits down::

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

<Masked_Individual> :: doesn’t see Ryder, and continues on about his business ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> So welcome aboard, Makenzy.

<Hans_Lynx> Thanks… ::smiles:: Viper is using this syrum now on various she-kats who’ve gone missing over the past week by having his plantimals attack and inject the syrum into the she-kat’s system.

<Tygris> It’s good to be a part of the team sir, despite what my superiors commented about your organization, I’ve heard nothing but good things about the Beaureau

<FletchRyder> ::staggering his breath, peeking out from behind the furniture. puts away his handgun and takes out the more menacing piece of hardware. ready to play hardball. tries to sneak around to get a better angle to watch the masked figure::

<Tygris> Former superiors I mean

<Masked_Individual> :: seems to be collecting small peaces of biological debris, leaf-like objects, as if a bush or potted plant had lost it leaves everywhere ::

<TrinaKorat> ::blinks:: <wha..?! ::hides behind the wall::>

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> I see…well..let me see what they are doing. ::starts accessing the internet internally and goes to the defence center’s system. starts trying to hack it!::

<Hans_Lynx> Don’t you… need a computer? ::blinkblink::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> That’s good to hear.::smiles, then looks to Merle:: Was there something you needed to tell me, Merle?

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> Of course not. I can link to the internet through satelite connections and do the same thing. :;grins::

<FletchRyder> <What’s this guy doing? This can’t possibly be the maid.> ::tries to get a closer look::

<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at Tasha lol like “is she for real?”::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Yeah. ::looks down at her sneakers:: Since you’re still calling me “Merle”, I’m guessing you haven’t heard the truth about me.

<Tasha_Forge> ::shrugs. lol! has no clue::

<TrinaKorat> ::tries to duck towards another area::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::blinks:: No, I haven’t.

<Masked_Individual> :: produces a trash bag, and then returns to the bedroom. Returns a short time later, the bag filled :: <Plantimal> :: a leg can be seen portruding from the bag, unmoving ::

<Hans_Lynx> Alright… just be careful. A system like theirs I’m sure is full of blocks and maybe traces.

<Tygris> ::Sits there listening, having no idea whats going on::

<TrinaKorat> ::eyes narrow, then runs out:: Hold it right there! ::aims gun::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> I am being very careful, Agent Lynx. :: still trying to hack in iffan she even can::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Okay then. ::is still surprised at that, would have thought it would be policy for her to be reported:: To begin with, my name isn’t Stormcrow Merle. It’s Elizabeth Selkirk.

<FletchRyder> <Ah ha. So that’s your game.> ::looking over his shoulder, trying to catch Trina’s eye as to whether she’s ready to jump this guy::

<FletchRyder> ::oh, is apparently very ready! jumps out as well, gun making a strange whirring noise as he readies it::

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods then. reaches over to hold Tasha’s hand. quietly to not disturb Glitch:: You still feeling okay?

<Masked_Individual> :: freezes at the sight of handguns, etc. ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::arches a brow. Okay, is kinda glad that the new recruit is there. Won’t have to explain things. XD:: Go on.

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Trina> AHHHHH! Its the noisy cricket! <Fletch> Actually..this is the noisy grasshopper. <Trina> oh…my bad.))

<TrinaKorat> Who are you?

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

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

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

<Tygris> ::Stands up:: Sir, I believe this matter might be between the two of you, so perhaps for Privacy, I should leave?

<TrinaKorat> ((<Fletch> ::then pulls out a bigger one:: And, THIS is the noisy praying mantis! ::knees locking:: <Trina> How many do you have?!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> Well, it all started when my mother married my stepfather, when I was fifteen. ::tells the story::

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: I’m fine. ::quietly said: Just shook up still.

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))

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

<Masked_Individual> <Defense Center> :: after offering some decent defense, is penetrated! ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> No, please stay, Agent Makenzy.

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::pulls out a mecha:: And this-! ::flattened. squeaks:: <Trina> ::slaps forehead::))

<Tygris> ::Sits back down::

<Hans_Lynx> ::nods. looks to Glitch now. so strange how she can access the net like that::

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::tells of Keith, her stepfather, turning out to be a control freak, her mother caving in and leaving her job at his request, her own conflicts with him, his sending her to a school for “difficult girls” when they reached the point of potential physical violence, her escape with Bexa’s help, her hiding out with Bexa and learning her powers from his friend, and her going to MKC to hide out until she turns 18::

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEAD!!!!::: <Fletch> ::once they get back from the mission:: WHOOEEE! WHat a shot! Blew him all the way to the moon! ::then looks to Trina:: Hey, what happened to your forehead? <Trina> ::red from much smacking::))

<Masked_Individual> :: doesn’t reply, drops the bag and dives through the nearest window, sending glass shattering ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<TrinaKorat> HEY! Get back here! ::runs after::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::yay! starts searching for UB3R while making sure no one is tracing her or anything. goes quiet to concentrate on this solely::

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

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

<Tygris> ::Wonders to himself what she means by powers::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Masked Individual>::goes to dive out the window then bounces back off it and lands inna floor. rubs head:: OWWWWW! I hate plexiglass!!))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::frowning at all this::

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!))

<FletchRyder> ::grins sardonically, casting aside his heavy weapon and giving pursuit, jumping right out the same window. loves a good chase::

<StormcrowSelkirk> And you know the rest.

<Masked_Individual> <Defence Center Database> :: is very large, and most files regarding the project have been deleted ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> So these powers of yours…

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> What about them? ::thought he knew already::

<Masked_Individual> :: runs across the grassy exterior, running between trees, heading for a small wooded area ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> Can you still control them?

<FletchRyder> ::in hot pursuit, getting into his sprinter’s form. catching up a little as they near the wooded area::

<Tasha_Forge> <glitch>::frowns slightly outwardly. tries to access any files that might be still there::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Of course. I never *lost* control of them.

<Tygris> ::Wonders what she’s referring to, but decides that it’s better to not ask such deep questions::

<StormcrowSelkirk> I didn’t really have them until last year, so I’ve been having to work to make them stronger.

<TrinaKorat> ::running as fast as she can as well::

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Fletch>::in his spandex running suit:: <Trina>::screams:: NOT THE SPANDEX!!! ))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Tygris> ((ROFL))

<Hans_Lynx> ::notes the slight frown:: Something the matter, Glitch?

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

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

<Hans_Lynx> ((::SODEAD!::))

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> many of the files have been deleted reguarding the project. <Tasha>::frowns badly. sighs and slumps in her chair, rubbing at her head::

<Tygris> (( <Tygris> did someone say Spandex!! ::Tears off his uniform and is wearing a Yellow spandex suit, and looks like Wolverine:: always was an Xmen fan!! :) ))

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Jenna>::in the wooded area, trying to have a quiet moment to think over her newfound strength. ran over by masked guy:: WHy you!! ::rips tree out of the ground, swings back about to beat the guy then sees Fletch! blinks:: … spandex…? Jase would look great in spandex! ^_____^ ::drops tree skips off to vigilantes ‘r us for a super hero costume for Jase to wear while fighting crime!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<TrinaKorat> ((<Mark> MY EYES!!! ::falls over, twitching:: <Stormcrow> You broke him! ::to Tygris::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

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

<FletchRyder> ((XD <Tygris> ::has several plastic sporks taped to his hands::))

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

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

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

<Hans_Lynx> ::frowns as well. pats Tasha on her back a few times then keeps his arm around her:: Keep looking, Glitch… there’s got to be some information still available…

<Masked_Individual> <Defence Center Database> :: upon more searching, the landing coordinates of certain shipping locations are revealed that pertain to the search. ::

<TrinaKorat> Good. Then I’d like you to help Agent Makenzy with some of his training. He IS new, after all.

<TrinaKorat> ((Mark))

<Masked_Individual> :: takes a moment to duck behind a tree, and then pulls out a handgun, opening fire sporadically in his pursuers’s general directions ::

<TrinaKorat> CRUD! ::ducks!:

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::pauses at that info:: Wait…here’s something. :;access those files on the shipping locations::

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::as he’s running, randomly grabs a water bottle from some passerby, downing half of it and pouring the rest over his head:: Gotta’.. break.. 5:50.. <Passerby> Hey! Gimme’ back my hotsauce you jerk!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> . . . Huh? What do you mean?

<Tasha_Forge> ((:::DEEEEEAD!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))

<FletchRyder> Holy- ::falls to the ground, performing a somersault, before taking a knee, drawing his own weapon and returning fire as he looks for some cover::

<Hans_Lynx> What is it?

<FletchRyder> ::handgun that is::

<TrinaKorat> ::returns fire from a tree::

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

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> I’d like you to help him around the Bureau. It’d help you channel your abilities as well.

<Masked_Individual> <Defense Center> :: coordinates point to a helipad near Megakat Swamp :;

<Tygris> (( <Tygris> ::starts lifting a lamp with his mind, and it suddenly spirals out of control thru the window:: Darn furniture, thats the third time this week!! :) lol))

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

<FletchRyder> ((<Smackey Da’ Bear> ::comes up behind Trina, tsking:: Returning fire, eh? In *my* forest? ::smacks!:: <Trina> ::growls, lighting some dynamite::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> Uh . . . okay, but with all due respect, sir, I’m not an agent. And wouldn’t it look bad for the Bureau if I were found to be working here when you knew I was a runaway minor?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

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

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Tygris> I’ve been trying to bend a spoon but for some reason that keeps happening.))

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOODEAD “SMACKEY!”::__

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::also doesn’t see how it would help her channel her powers, but does’t say that::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks! “Smackey” LOL!::))

<Masked_Individual> :: gets zinged with a lucky shot, dropgs the weapon and resumes running ::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> Cooridinates of a helipad in Megakat Swamp. It pertains to the project. <Tasha>::sits up now.:: Well..thats a start. <Glitch>::tries to see if there is anything else listed for the project::

<Hans_Lynx> Save any information on that you can… er if you can.

<Masked_Individual> <Defense Department> :: seems to have most information removed rather well ::

<TrinaKorat> Crud… ::runs again::

<FletchRyder> ((<Smackey> Only you can prevent yourself from being smacked silly! STay away from matches, ya’ brats! “This has been a public harrasment announcement.”))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> I’m only asking this of you just this once. If you feel you can handle it, go for it. If not….

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::nods:: I can. ::sighs. starts backing out carefully to not be traced:: That is all. Everything else is deleted or never existed.

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

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

<Masked_Individual> <Black Van> :: abruptly goes screeching over a grassy knoll, and comes between the pursuing MBI agents and the suspect ::

<TrinaKorat> ::stops:: What th…’?!

<Tygris> I think she is more than up to the task Sir. If she can control her powers, I think she can help me easy

<FletchRyder> ::springs back to his feet, shortening the distance when the van shows up:: Watch it! We’re in pursuit!

<Masked_Individual> :: leaps inside the van, as it goes screeching away in a hurry ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> I guess I can handle it, if it’s just showing Agent Makenzy around the Bureau. Though, to tell the truth, I’m still learning about that myself, especially since it looks like there’ve been a lot of changes since I was here last.

<TrinaKorat> STOP! ::tries to fire at the tires::

<Masked_Individual> <Black Van> :: speeds away undeterred, disspearing in the distance ::

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> ::smiles: Then consider this practice.

<FletchRyder> ::growls, firing as he runs after them, not sure if they have a license tag to read::

<Hans_Lynx> That’s fine. Can you put any information you got from them onto a computer for us for a copy to look at?

<StormcrowSelkirk> Okay . . . :;starts to get up::

<Tygris> ::Stands up and Gives Selkirk a friendly nod:: I suppose we can learn together Ms Selkirk, I have confidence in you

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::forces a smile:: If you say so. Where do you want to start?

<Masked_Individual> <Dropped Gun> :: still remains, a short distance away where it was dropped ::

<Tygris> ::Scratches his chin:: well, I already know where the gym and the locker room are, along with the lobby. As for the rest, you’ll have to show me

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::nods:: I can. ::backs out finally and disconnects.:: Show me where the nearest computer is. ::stands::

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets up as well::

<FletchRyder> ::panting from the excursion, eventually stops running:: We clipped him, that much is for sure.

<StormcrowSelkirk> Well, where would you like to go first?

<Tygris> actually, I would like to know where my office is that i’ll be receiving cases in the future is first

<Tygris> ::then smiles:: if that’s alright with you?

<FletchRyder> ((<Tygris> Disneyworld! <LS> ::gives him a look, then reconsiders:: Actually, I think I saw a technician installing some giant teacups in the basement…))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

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

<Hans_Lynx> ::stands as well:: This way. ::smiles and takes them over to the computer lab:: Use any one of these. They’ve all recently been upgraded and hardly used.

<TrinaKorat> DARNIT! ::kicks the nearest tree::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Well, the regular agents don’t get offices. You’ll have a desk in the room behind the lobby, this way. ::goes to lead the way::

<Tygris> (( <Tygris> the heck with the teacups, where’s Goofy? me and that homeboy haven’t caught up for ages!1 :) ))

<TrinaKorat> <Mark> THanks, Merle! And, welcome aboard, Makenzy!

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::smiles nervously::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch> excellent. ::goes acoherant and zaps into the compy! downloads the information and has it print out for them:: <Tasha>::goes over and takes it, reading it over::

<FletchRyder> ((<Squirrel> ssssqqueeeeaaaakk!! ::knocked from tree, landing with a thud infront of Trina::))

<Tygris> good to be here sir

* Masked_Individual is now known as Black_Helicopter

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

<Tasha_Forge> ((<Tasha>awww man! those black helicopters again! Down everyone! someone is gonna get shot!! XD))

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

<FletchRyder> ::jogs back to Trina:: At least he didn’t get away with that plantimal, and.. hello. What’s this? ::spotting the dropped gun::

<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks at her lol is amazed at this cyberdemon lady. peers over Tasha’s shoulder at the print outs::

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<TrinaKorat> :grumbling, then looks to Fletch::

<Black_Helicopter> <Weapon> :: looks to be of higher quality than the standard firearm, as if it’s more for show than actual use ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::so leadeths zee way to the deskroom?::

<Tasha_Forge> Well…shall we go check out these cooridinates then? See what’s out there?

<TrinaKorat> What did you find?

<FletchRyder> ::takes out his handy dandy hankie, picking up the gun and looking it over as he shows it to Trina:: Hmm. Looks high grade.

<Hans_Lynx> ::grins:: I think we should. ::is Glitch out of the computer?::

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>::zaps out now. standing before them:: I am sorry it ws not more. is there anything else you need?

<Tygris> ::looks towards Selkirk as they walk down the hall towards his desk:: So you’re under 18? maybe sometime, i’ll tell you what I did before I turned 18. but anyways

<TrinaKorat> ::frowns:: Doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen.

<Hans_Lynx> This is better than we could have gotten. ::smiles:: Thank you but for now this is fine.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::nods:: I am, but not by a lot. 17. ::opens the door:: These are the desks. I don’t know which one would be yours; I guess you pick one out that isn’t taken.

<FletchRyder> ((<LS> ::nervous:: Wh-what’d you do under 18? <Tygris> ::cackles maniacally for a solid five minutes, then says normally:: Got my driver’s license and a wisdom tooth pulled.))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Tasha_Forge> <Glitch>Very well then. If I am needed, feel free to call me again. ::grins:: <tasha> Thank you so much. <Glitch>::zaps into a powerline and outta there! goes back home!::

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

<FletchRyder> ::looks for a serial number of some sort::

<Tasha_Forge> Well..lets go then. ::heads out. going upstairs again to get in that helicopter of doom!::

<Hans_Lynx> Good- er… bye. ::shakes his head:: You up for going with me for this? Maybe you should stay here?

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes up with her! checks chopper and refuels it::

<TrinaKorat> ((::dead, fletch!::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<Black_Helicopter> <Weapon> :: has a serial number intact :

<Tygris> ::Nods towards the desk then turns to Ms Selkirk:: thanks, by the way, what do you like to do for fun? I’m up for an ice cream cone, want one?

<Tasha_Forge> Hans, I’m practically indestructible at the moment. Besides..the only way I’m gonna fix this is by finding the cure. And you sure arein’t going alone.

<Hans_Lynx> ::finishes refueling the chopper. helps her inside if she needs it, then gets in himself::

<Hans_Lynx> Well… I know you hate flying… I’m sorry for having you to do it again.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::looks embarassed:: I read, mostly, and practice with my power. I don’t have the money or the age to get out and do much in this city. ::then to the last:: Ice cream does sound nice, but I think we should finish here first.

<TrinaKorat> ((<Tasha> Since I’m indestructible, I think I’ll take up a new hobby. Like bungee jumping without a cord, or juggling chainsaws….))

<FletchRyder> Look at that. ::pointing at number:: We may be able to run the serial number and see if it’s registered, and to who. ::looking around:: We should probably get that plantimal and get to the other she-kats house before they take anything else.

<Tasha_Forge> ::gets in. buckles up nice and tight again:: So long as I keep my head down and can’t see the ground, I’m cool. ::grins.::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Though, we could go to the breakroom next. They usually have donuts and things there.

<TrinaKorat> ::nods:: Let’s do that before they get there.

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

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

<Tygris> Sounds good to me, by the way Ms Selkirk, have you read Katbeth?

<Tasha_Forge> ((::DIIES!:: <Tasha> I think someone on the mun side wants me dead….. <Sagey> Oh? what gave you that idea? ::hides grenade behind her back::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> Some of it. ::smiles a little:: Probably no more than the average person. I left school before we got into hard literature.

<Hans_Lynx> … okay. ::smiles at her then straps himself in. takes note of the co-ordinates and heads towards the helipad near Megakat Swamp::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Why do you ask?

<FletchRyder> ::nods, hurrying back to the apartment. picks up the discarded trashbag with the plantimal, his big weapon, and heads out for the jeep::

<Tasha_Forge> ::hides head under arms again. lol! ::

<Black_Helicopter> :: near Puma-Dyne, a black helicopter shoots across the sky, as several kats wearing all black rapel down on lines, landing near the R&D department. They quickly make their way inside the building, heading for a specific office ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::would that be my office? or some other kat’s?::

<Tygris> Just curious, its a wonderful story, a lot of Katspeare’s work is good, but my favorite is the Count of Monte Kratso

<Hans_Lynx> ::you wuss! XD:: You’re missing out on a wonderful view, y’know.

<TrinaKorat> ::goes after him::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::nods, smiles a bit:: I’m afraid I never read that either.

<Tasha_Forge> You know I”m terrified of heights, Hans. Besides..if I don’t see the helicopters coming for me, then its not as bad.

<Black_Helicopter> <Black Clad Kats> :: rush down the hallway, and knock Jenna Clawson’s door off its hinges, with semi-automatic weapons drawn ::

<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs a bit:: Someday, I’m going to get you to look. ::grins::

<Tygris> ::Smiles back:: I’ll have to let you read it sometime, it’s a wonderful tale of Betrayal, Duels, true love, money, power, revenge, and finding the true person you were meant to be. I think you’d like it. Anyways, towards the breakroom

<FletchRyder> ::throws the evidence in the back, after bagging the masked kat’s gun, and then gets in the front::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::turns gasps at said kats. narrows eyes:: Who are you?!

<TrinaKorat> ::starts up the car, heading towards the next house::

<Black_Helicopter> <Black Clad Kats> She’s still vulnerable. Move quickly! <Others> :: produce a blindfold, gag, and bindings ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::nods:: I do know what it’s about; just never got around to reading it. And yes. ::leads the way:: Here is our breakroom. ((<LS> And over there is the Coffee Altar, and there is the Thrones of the Raccoon and Beaver, and over in that corner is the Tomb of the Unknown Donut.))

<Tasha_Forge> ::laughs: oh? Why? Am I really missing that much?

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

<Tygris> (( <Tygris> on to the tomb of the unknown donut, where I live!! ))

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!!))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::backs up:: Still what? ::growls:: Stay away from me! ::grabs up a small yet heavy globe paperweight and chunks it at the first who nears her::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<TrinaKorat> ((<Jason> ::is tied up in her closet:: <NO! TAKE HER AWAY! ACTUALLY, TAKE *ME* AWAY!!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Hans_Lynx> It’s nice up here… see the whole city… cars look like bugs, kats like ants… ::nearing swamp, lowers chopper::

<Tasha_Forge> ((::snorts:: <Jason> help me….please…? ::clad in his leather pants:: <Black Clad Kats>::snicker then bust out into a full out laugh.::))

<Black_Helicopter> <Black Clad Kat> :: gets hit with the globe square in the head, falls down :: <Lead Kat> Knock her out! <Others> :: produce tranquilizer guns, and then begin to pelt her with darts ::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES both!::))

<Tygris> all right, and I heard some gunshots down the hall, I assume there is a firing range, lets head there next

<FletchRyder> We now have two of the three missing she-kats linked with a plantimal bite. This is definitely starting to confirm our theory.

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

<Tasha_Forge> Yeah..Ground so far away. ::looks up once they land::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::puts arms in front of her face at that, kneels too the ground:: Guards! Where is the security when you need them… ::pelted with darts! don’t keel me XD::

<FletchRyder> ((<Raccoon> ::the one making those gunshots. exits the shooting range right as LS and Tygris enter, blowing smoke from his gun. the two agents blink upon seeing a bound and gagged Hertz tied to the target, an outline of bullet holes around him::))

<TrinaKorat> ((::DEADdEAD!::))

<Black_Helicopter> <Black Clad Kats> :: move in quickly to drag her out of the room if neccesary ;) ::

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

<TrinaKorat> :nods:: Right. ::growls:: Who was that guy, tho’…?

<TrinaKorat> Or rather.. those guys…?

<Hans_Lynx> ::lands now, shuts it down. exits when the blades have slowed enough:: Come on.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<StormcrowSelkirk> I think there is, but I’ve never been there. Might as well take a look.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::goes to do just that::

<FletchRyder> Your guess is as good as mine, but I’d venture we have a pretty good guess. ::eyes narrowing::

<Tasha_Forge> ::exits as well. looking around:: well..its a Swamp. Whats out there that has to do with this project then? ::searches around a bit::

<TrinaKorat> ::huffs, speeds up a bit as she heads for the next place::

<Black_Helicopter> <Megakat Swamp> :: the outskirts of it is close to the helipad, along with several nearby structures that look as if they were hastily made ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::struggles she does, but is she super strong yet lol if not, doesn’t put up much of a fight::

<Tygris> (( <Tygris> walks into the range, and sees at the first lane, a Kat in Shades shooting a target, another one in the next lane with a shotgun blasting a target and has a cyber eye, and lastly a guy in white armor shooting a picture of Luke Skywalker:: Crikey, when did the movies get here? Netflix wasn’t suppose to drop them off until next week!))

<Tasha_Forge> :Peers at those structures:: see those? ::starts easing that way::

<FletchRyder> ((<Jenna> If you idiots break one heel on my shoe, I swear I’ll- ::chips a nail as they drag her out:: AAAHHH!! Murderers!!))

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

<Hans_Lynx> ::readies his weapon:: Right. ::says quietly, heads with her over there::

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

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!::))

<Black_Helicopter> <Black Clad Kats> :: drag Jenna away, into the helicopter, and dissapear before security has much of a change to react ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*DIES*))

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES nail break! XD::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

<TrinaKorat> ((::SOODEAD!::))

* Black_Helicopter is now known as Plumber_Apartment

<TrinaKorat> ::finally arrives at the next stop:: Okay. We’re here…

<Tasha_Forge> ::goes over to one of those structures and peers inside carefully::

<Plumber_Apartment> :: appears to be deserted, with no signs of entry ::

<FletchRyder> ((<Security> ::snorts a bit in sleep, waking himself up. looks around, scratching cheek, then nods off again::))

<Hans_Lynx> ((<Security>::finishes eating donut. glances at screen now on monitors:: That professor… she sure is messy lately. lookit that office. ::shakes head goes back to donuts::))

<Hans_Lynx> ::looking around outside, sticking close to Tasha. now takes a peek as well::

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

<FletchRyder> Hope there isn’t another house guest waiting for us.

<FletchRyder> ::as he gets out and nears the front::

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

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!!((

<Hans_Lynx> ::they see anything?::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((*dies*))

<TrinaKorat> If there is, they’re going down.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::hunts for that elusive firing range::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::will keel someone if they get dirt on my dress or scuff my heels! XD::

<Tygris> ::looks over the firing range, and looks over the arsenal, then takes one of the Pistols and takes aim at a target::

<Plumber_Apartment> <Structures> :: appear to be abandonned, along with signs of a firefight ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::goes inside one now, looking around:: fire..wonderful. ::looks to see if there is anything salvageble in there or what it even was.

<FletchRyder> ::tries opening the door::

<Tasha_Forge> ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::watches quietly::

<Hans_Lynx> ::goes inside as well:: Careful. ::keeping gun at the ready. looks around for sign of struggle… namely one possibly involving a snakekat::

<TrinaKorat> ::Stays close to him::

<Tygris> ::Takes a few shots, hitting the center of the target, keeping his grouping nice and neat, then puts the gun back and looks towards Selkirk:: I am decent with firearms, but I’m better with Blades, but that’s a story for another time. Is there another place in this office to see, or should we go for that Ice cream cone? ::smiles friendly::

<Plumber_Apartment> :: appears to be cleaned and well kempt, with no signs or smells to say otherwise ::

* Plumber_Apartment is now known as Structures

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods:: I am. ::looking around still::

<Structures> :: have all kinds of scientific looking equipment strewn about, along with bullet holes and several green stains along the walls. Broken windows, opened drawers, cabinets spilled, etc. ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::tries to smile back:: I think we’d better finish in the office first; with my background, I can’t be seen to be slacking. I’d say the comptuer rooms, evidence, and the cell block next.

<StormcrowSelkirk> The basement is a whole realm unto itself.

<FletchRyder> ::looks around the apartment once they’re in, heading immediately for the bedroom::

<TrinaKorat> ::keeps him covered, aiming her gun around the living room after checking the kitchen:?;

<Hans_Lynx> ::scowls:: Boy… looks like someone had a fun party in here. ::goes over to peer in one of the opened drawers::

<Structures> <Plumber Apartment> :: no one’s there. For all intensive purposes, seems abandonned ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::Sighs:: Its all a mess. ::looks through the cabinets::

<Tygris> any rough Kats locked up right now in the cell block? Also, do the computers have internat access?

<StormcrowSelkirk> I don’t know the answers to either one.

<StormcrowSelkirk> The computers *probably* have Net access, though.

<Tygris> well, lets see the cell block first then

<StormcrowSelkirk> Okay then, but the other two are on the way there.

<TrinaKorat> ::calls;: Anything?

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::leads the way::

<Hans_Lynx> ::searches through each of them, looking for something maybe marked with UB3R or some such::

<FletchRyder> ::searching bedroom, shouts back:: Nothing yet. You?

<TrinaKorat> Nada.

<Structures> <Black Helicopter> :: soars overhead of the abandonned structures, landing at an adjacent helipad next to the MBI chopper ::

<Tasha_Forge> ::perks ears at the helicopter. runs to the door and frowns:: aww crud. Hans! we got company! ::scrambles to find something to hide under or behind::

<FletchRyder> ((<LS> And here’s our cellblock, which usually houses the most notorious, most ruthless, most cuthroat- .. Hertz, what are you doing in there? <Hertz> My pen rolled in here and my tail caught the door and shut and locked me in. I’ve been in here all day. ::whimpers:: <Tygris> I say we just walk away.))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

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

<Hans_Lynx> ::ears perk. hisses:: Not again. ::hides behind a cabinentthat’s only partially out from the wall. ducks down::

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

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

<Structures> <Black Clad Kats> :: carrying Jenna along with them, walk to the perimeter of the swamp, ignoring the MBI chopper ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::KOed X_x::

<Structures> <Plumber Apartment> :: seems to be clean… almost is if it was recently made that way ::

<FletchRyder> Shoot. ::checks the closets, under furniture, etc:: Looks like they beat us here.

<Tasha_Forge> ::peers out from behind an overturned table at them to see what they are doing::

<Hans_Lynx> ::peers from behind cabinent slightly to see if they’re heading inside this structure. if not, takes a peek out a broken window carefully::

<TrinaKorat> We’re always one step behind. ::eyes narrow:: Ryder, if they’ve beaten us to all of them, the next one they’ll go after is Forge…

<Tygris> ::as they go thru the hall, Ty looks at the Employee of the month wall::

<FletchRyder> Yeah, that’s what we figured. It’s okay though, she’s safe back at HQ. ::ha!::

<Structures> <Black Clad Kats> :: shove Jenna forard, dumping her into the muck of the swamp ::

<Tygris> ((Notices they all have a picture of Fletch for some reason))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!! <Fletch>::giving a cheesier smile each month!::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> Well, here is the evidence locker. ::shows::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::you fiends! MY DRESS! XD dumped! landing in the gunk on her side. flops over on her back. tranqs still in effect?::

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns watching them. Recognises Jenna. Wonders what they are doing with her. watches still::

<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Fletch> ::rubs it in Josie’s face every chance he gets:: <Josie> ::snaps her pencil, imagining it as his neck::))

<Hans_Lynx> ::narrows eyes watching. glances to where Tasha is to see if she’s seeing this. remembers her too from the party guarding job::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES!:: She would too XD))

<Structures> <Black Clad Kats> :: once they dump her there, they move hasitly away, getting back in the chopper. Seem to be regarding the MBI’s beat up looking helicopter as part of the scenery. They board, and take off, disappearing ::

<Tygris> ::Looks impressed at all the different types of evidence:: well, I have to say that there is all kinds of stuff here, I think the computer room is next?

<FletchRyder> ((<Josie> Kats alive, who even picks Employee of the Month!? <Fletch> … I do. ::smiles as a camera flashes:: Looks like March is my lucky month! Again!))

<TrinaKorat> ((DEAD!!))

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> It is indeed. ::shows that place next::

<Tasha_Forge> ::watches them take off then comes out, hurring over the Jenna to check her::

<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks:: … that’s it…? ::stands now, comes out from hiding:: <Jenna>::starts sinking in the muck::

<TrinaKorat> I don’t wanna take any chances…

<Hans_Lynx> ::hurries out as well, goes to Jenna and looks up in the sky to see the chopper leaving::

<Tasha_Forge> I guess so. ::grabs Jenna and starts pulling her out of the muck:: Lets get her out of here.

<Tygris> ::Sits down at one of the computers typing::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::watches quietly::

<Hans_Lynx> Right. ::looks down and helps Tasha pick Jenna up:: What in the world were they doing with her? ::carries her with Tasha to the chopper::

<FletchRyder> ::they leaving then? nods at her:: I know. I think she’s going to bunk up at HQ until this whole mess is over with.

<Tygris> ((Hertz pops out of one the computers and says, do you mind not typing stuff on me! I’m trying to nap here. ::Shuts off the comp, after displaying the words “Access denied”))

<Structures> <Swamp> :: seems to be coming to life all of a sudden, as rustling and ripples across the water/muck start to come nearer ::

<TrinaKorat> Safer for her…

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL Hertz isn’t a cyberkitty. ;D But knowing him, he might think he can try to jump into a compy like them. ;D))

<Tasha_Forge> I don’t know but it can’t be good. ::perks ears at the sounds. frowns:: More company, Hans. ::pulls gun now, peering out the chopper door after getting Jenna in to see whats out there::

<Structures> <Plumber Apartment> :: offers no further evidence ::

<Tygris> ((ooops))

<Hans_Lynx> ((no worries, there was a Megahertz but that was a chara never used. ;D))

<FletchRyder> ((XD <Hertz> Ah ha! ::rubs feet over carpet, and touches LS, transfering static electricity:: And now for my escape! ::jumps into computer, smashing through the monitor and passing out:: <LS> ::sigh::))

<Tygris> ((But It would have been funny, had he been one))

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

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Hans_Lynx> ::secures Jenna in a seat and looks out to see who this is now::

<Structures> <Green Vines> :: coming from the muck of the swamp wriggle out and start to approach Jenna ::

<TrinaKorat> Besides, I think we’re all done here…

* Structures is now known as Green_Vines

<Hans_Lynx> You see anyone? ::ears perked, glancing around::

<Tasha_Forge> ::mrrs. takes aim at the vines and fires at a couple that are closest:: Hans! Get this thing in the air, now!

<FletchRyder> Looks that way. We should get back and run that serial number on the gun. Most likely it’ll turn up another dead end, but there’s always a chance something will turn up. ::heading out::

<Tygris> ::Gets up from the computer and looks at Selkirk:: well, i’m done checking the scores for Baskatball, now I believe the last one is the cell block?

<Hans_Lynx> Roger! ::hurries and starts up the chopper! gets in seat and when he can, starts taking off:: Get in!

<TrinaKorat> RIght. ::goes after him::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Yes indeed. Right this way. ::beckons, and shows him in::

<Green_Vines> :: shoot forward, wrapping around Jenna to try and drag her out, whilst others get shot. ::

<Tygris> (( <Tygris> ::sees hertz still in the cell block:: Are you still here? I thought I gave you the keys an hour ago!! silly katsup))

<Tasha_Forge> ::jumps in and hangs onto Jenna. tries to pry that vine loose:: I’m in! Just go!

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((lol))

<Green_Vines> :: get snapped apart by Tasha, but others rush to replace them ::

<FletchRyder> ((lol))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::hoik! gettin’ jerked some lol stirs awake:: wha…? ::groggy, mucky, on the floor of chopper now thanks to evil vines::<Hans> Tasha get in here and get a hold of her! ::fires at a couple of vines as well::

<TrinaKorat> ::so drives them back to HQ?::

<Green_Vines> :: start to wrap around the chopper, holding it to the ground ::

<FletchRyder> ::sounds like a plan::

<Tasha_Forge> I’m in here and I am!!! ::hanging onto Jenna, trying to fight those vines back::

<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up at Strong Bad candy bar XD “SBlounskched”::))

<Tygris> ::looks around the cellblock, along with the security monitors in the guard office:: impressive. Now what?

<TrinaKorat> ::drives them, then, for sooth!::

<FletchRyder> ((XD I must see))

<StormcrowSelkirk> :;shrugs:: I can’t think of anything else I can show you without devoting an entire day to it. I believe you mentioned ice cream?

<TrinaKorat> ((And, I’m gonna head out here. The mun’s been up since 5 a.m.))

<Tasha_Forge> ((NIghts Sagey! ::hugs:))

<Hans_Lynx> ::flying the chopper up higher, trying to break the vines some as they go up::

<Hans_Lynx> ((Night Sagerz!))

<Tasha_Forge> come on Hans!! lets move!

<Green_Vines> ((nights sagey))

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

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Goodnight!))

<Tygris> ::Smiles:: I believe I did, holds out his arm

<TrinaKorat> (Night all!))

<Tygris> ((Night Sagey))

* TrinaKorat has quit IRC (Quit: )

* Green_Vines is now known as Dr_Viper

<Tygris> ((oops, i made a boo boo, ::holds out his arm::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::fully awake now… takes in the sitch and lets out a shriek! XD rightinTasha’sears XD::))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::gives him an odd look for that gesture, but accepts his arm::

<Hans_Lynx> ((- the )) there))

<Dr_Viper> :: can be seen across the swamp, seemingly supervising the vines :: Yesssssss, overwhelm them. Take the tessssssst sssssubject!

<Tasha_Forge> ::winces:: ow….::notes Viper and narrows eyes some:: Viper… ::tries shooting the vines some more::

<Tygris> ::leads them outside, then towards the sidewalk, where an icecream vendor is scooping different flavors::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::goes with::

<Dr_Viper> Yesssss, take- :: pauses, noting Tasha now, snickers :: Take them both!

<Tygris> One Vanilla, and what will you have?

<StormcrowSelkirk> One strawberry, please. ::sticks to something uncomplicated for now::

<Hans_Lynx> ::trying to get the chopper free of the vines as he raises it upwards, fires a couple more shots behind him at more of the vines until he’s outta ammo. then has the chopper go forward:: Not… this time, Viper!

<Dr_Viper> No! Don’t let them esssssscape! <Vines> :: having been shot, begin to rip apart as the chopper lurches forward ::

<FletchRyder> ::so gets back to HQ, dumping the dead plantimal with his other friend in the evidence locker, and then taking the gun up to the computer lab to run its number::

<Tasha_Forge> :::clinging to Jenna still.:: We’re two subjects you won’t get, Viper!

<Hans_Lynx> ::tries to have the chopper spin ’round now in a slow circle:: <Jenna> What’s going on?! ::pulls off shoe and tries to beat any vines that get near her lol::

<Tygris> :: takes both cones, giving one to Selkirk, then showing her over to a bench, where they each eat their ice cream cones and enjoy the Megakat City weather::

<Dr_Viper> <Vines> :: finally snap off, fully releasing the chopper ::

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> We’re two subjects you’ll never get! Just like PE and Baby Sciences! <Viper> Cursssessss!! I really hated thosssse coursssesss.))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::eats hers quietly, looking around occasionally. Feels uneasy about skipping out of work in her position::

<Hans_Lynx> Gah! ::flung to the side some but keeps grip on the steering as the choper spins around and upwards:: Hang on!

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

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

<Tasha_Forge> ::clings on. Hangs onto Jenna with one arm and a seat with the other:: Hold on miss! We’re getting out of here.

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((LOL))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::clungto!:: Don’t drop me!! <Hans>::soon straightens out the chopper and raises further up and out of the reach of swampy things:: You two alright?

<FletchRyder> ((<Jenna> Wait, no! Take me back to my spa! <Tasha> Spa? But-but- the kidnappers! <Jenna> Personal trainers. <Hans> The muck! <Jenna> Mud bath. <Tasha> The vines! <Jenna> Arobics class. Helps to be stretched before a workout, you know.))

<Dr_Viper> Cursssssses! :: slithers back into the swamp :: <Vines> :: retract back into the swamp ::

<Tygris> ::Looks at Selkirk, noticing that she is feeling uneasy, finishes his cone:: I think we should get back inside, and I have to go find Agent Ryder, so as to see if there’s anyway I can help him out. ::He smiles at her:: It was nice meeting you Elizabeth. ::Then heads back inside

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

<FletchRyder> ::sits down at a computer in the lab, logging onto his account. sets the bagged gun beside him next to the keyboard::

<Tasha_Forge> I’m fine. ::looks Jenna over:: you okay?

* Dr_Viper is now known as Bagged_Gun

<StormcrowSelkirk> ::heads back inside:: Likewise, Agent Makenzy. And you can still call me Stormcrow. I like that name.

<Tygris> alright, Stormcrow

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::mrrrs:: Do I LOOK okay?! ::wriggles out of Tasha’s grip and scrambles to a seat. huffs:: What is going on?! First I was in my office at Puma-Dyne and these kats in black jumped me, then I wake up here in a chopper fleeing the swamp!

<Tygris> and you can call me Ty, I like that name

<FletchRyder> ::goes to a database concerning registered firearms, and types in the serial number. presses enter::

<Tasha_Forge> ::Gets up, going to sit and buckle up again:: I see…well you’re safe now. We hope…any idea whey they wanted you? ::wonders if she’s experience any effects or has even been bitten::

<StormcrowSelkirk> Okay . . . ::eats more of her ice cream, is still going to call him Agent Makezy XD is not going to be comfortable with calling authority figures by their first names for quite some time::

<Hans_Lynx> ::winces at Jenna’s complaining. heads back towards the MBI::

<Tygris> ::heads down the hall towards the computer room to check up on the News, and to download some Music files::

<Bagged_Gun> :: comes up being listed as part of a large bulk order, the recipients of which are the Megakat Defense Center ::

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((And, I think I need to go to bed. Eyelids are falling down to my cheekbones. ::is losing her late-night power! Oh woe!:: ))

<Bagged_Gun> ((Nights LS))

<Tygris> ((talk to you later LS, and thanks for the Tour))

<Tasha_Forge> ((oh noez! nights LS! ::hugs::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> NO! They just said I was… still vulnerable and tranqed me. ::whines:: My dress… it’s ruined… <Hans> -_-;

<Hans_Lynx> ((Night LS!!))

<StormcrowSelkirk> ((Goodnight, all!))

<FletchRyder> ::lets out a huff of air, in a contemptable smirk:: Yeah. Big surprise there. ::looks for a link that’ll give him a bit more info::

* StormcrowSelkirk has quit IRC (Quit: “We all loved the movie, and we all agreed: Hannibal and Clarice captured our hearts and then a)

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: Vunerable….tell me..have you been bitten by anything resembling a giant plant on legs recently?

<Bagged_Gun> <Weapon> :: is listed as a recomended item for organizations using large security forces, where the guns appearance will be more scrutinized than its actual use ::

<Tygris> ::Enters the Computer room and sees Agent Ryder working at a computer, with a gun inside a bag next to him:: Hello Agent Ryder, working on a case?

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::blinks:: Yes… by a plantimal in fact, one of… that disgusting Dr. Viper’s plantimals! He ruined my date with Captain Korat.

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns more:: wonderful….I would highly suggest, Professor Clawson, that you stay at the MBI with us for a while. You’re in grave danger.

<FletchRyder> Huh? ::turns head momentarilly to see who it is:: Oh, hello Agent Makenzy. Yeah, just trying to figure out where this came from. ::nodding towards gun::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> What? Why at the MBI?

<Hans_Lynx> You’re in the middle of several kats’ experiment. Several kats who want to see evidence to it destroyed.

<Tasha_Forge> Because its the safest place for you in the near future.

<FletchRyder> ::reads the extra info on the weapon, writing it down on a notepad next to the consol. sees if there’s anything more on the specs of the gun::

<Tygris> ::Sits down at the computer, next to Agent Ryder:: Is there anything I can do to help?

<Bagged_Gun> <Weapon> :: aside from its serial numbers and a few rounds having been spent, offers no further information ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> But… I can’t! I have a presentation, new weaponry and all for the military!

<Tasha_Forge> ::turns and looks at her fully:: If you do go back you’ll be taken right back out there and I don’t know what’ll happen to you from there. We can’t hold you there but unless you wanna end up with Dr. Viper experimenting on you or worse you best stay with us.

<FletchRyder> I’m afraid not. I think I’m all done here, actually. ::logs off, and picks up the bagged gun:: This is our first physical connection between the missing girls and the Defense Center. We’re closing in on them. ::said almost to self::

<Tygris> well then, I’ll take that to the evidence locker for you then

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::sighs and glances out the chopper windows at the now city below:: … is… Jason there?

<FletchRyder> ::eyebrows perk at that:: Well, if you really want to, I have no objections. ::handing it to him:: You do know where the evidence locker is, correct?

<Tygris> Of course sir, Ms Selkirk gave me a tour of the facilities this morning while you were out

<Hans_Lynx> ::quirks brow at that lol shakes his head XD::

<Tasha_Forge> I don’t know. He probably will be at some point though. I know its odd but you are going to go through some changes. Its already happened to me. I don’t know if they’ll be the same but for your safety its best you stay put with us. I’m even staying at the HQ for my own personal safety.

<FletchRyder> ::nods approvingly:: Good. Place this in locker 10A then, and be sure to log where it is so we can find it later. ::standing up::

<Tygris> ::as Ty is leaving he turns his head back:: oh, I was going to go get some Pizza for dinner for everyone, just so we can all meet finally, what kind of topping do you want?

<Bagged_Gun> <MBI Helipad> :: has lights that blink from the outside going in, guiding the chopper. Another renovation it seems ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Fine… whatever. Just so long as you all have a shower. ::looks at her mucky self::

<Hans_Lynx> ::glad of that as he finally lands the chopper:: Here we are ladies.

<FletchRyder> Oh, um, ancho- well, actually, pepperoni’s good with me.

<Tasha_Forge> We do. ::soft smile:: I might can find some clothes to fit you there. ::unbuckles once they land and gets out, helping Jenna out if she needs it::

<Tygris> Ok, and if you see the others, let them know that I’m taking orders::heads towards the evidence locker and Puts the Gun in 10A, then heads towards the Breakroom to place the Pizza order::

<Tygris> ((I gotta log guys, but it was fun, I think I’m getting the hang of how to RP this. Talk to you all later))

<FletchRyder> ::nods, smirking some as he leaves the computer room. wishes more rookies would feed him like this::

<Tasha_Forge> ((later Tygris!))

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

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::gets out with Tasha’s help as Hans shuts down the chopper:: Thanks… ::remembers Tasha fully now from their argument in the lobby that one day lol:: <Hans>::stupid mun forgot ’bout that XD::

<Hans_Lynx> ((Night Ty!))

* Tygris has quit IRC (Quit: )

<Tasha_Forge> ::lol! yes! I the one that almost smacked you! XD heads inside with them, rubbing head some at alla this::

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha and Jenna> ::get in a super soldieresque kat fight!!:: <Megs> ::run around screaming as their shiny new building is collapsing around them at the super tussle::))

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

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

<FletchRyder> ::walks to the deskroom, sinking into his chair and putting up his arms so his hands rest on the back of his head, leaning back. trying to think of anything else he should be checking::

<Hans_Lynx> I guess you should escort her to get cleaned up and maybe one of your outfits or something, Tasha. I better go see if the Captain’s around to report this to. ::but can find Fletch on the way wherever he is XD and tell him his “girlfriend” from the party is here XD::

<FletchRyder> ::break it to him gently XD::

<Tasha_Forge> ::LOL! nods at that:: Yeah. This way, Professor. ::motions for her to follow her to the locker room::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::follows Tasha to the locker room. hopes to see Jase here lol but for now just wants to get this swamp gunk off:: <Hans>::heads down the hall, wipes brow and huffs::

<FletchRyder> ::spins in chair, hearing some huffing from the hall:: Lynx. Did you ever make contact with that cyberdemon?

<Tasha_Forge> Here we are. ::grabs her a towel and hands over. digs through some of the MBI issue jogging suits and such. finds one her size and hands it over:: alright here you go. Showers are there. ::points to them:: I’ll wait for you outside the door.

<Hans_Lynx> Hmm? Oh… Ryder. ::nods and goes in the deskroom:: Yes, and boy did she get us a lead… ::clothes disheveled some. takes a seat near Fletch::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> … sweat pants…? ::makes a face of “ew” XD::

<Tasha_Forge> Its the best I can do. Sorry. ::small smile. steps outside in the hallway. leans against the wall and slides down it to sit. puts head in hands:: <wonderful…just wonderful…>

<FletchRyder> ::looks him over, cracking a half smile:: Looks like it. So what’d you find out?

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Joy… the latest fashion in cop wear. ::huffs and goes to get cleaned up lol soon emerges from the locker room wearing the sweatpants and t-shirt. drying off her hair with the towel::

<Tasha_Forge> ::looks up at her as she comes out:: feel better?

<Tasha_Forge> ::Stands up::

<Hans_Lynx> Found out where that shipment was stolen. There was a helipad next to Megakat Swamp where some structures were, storage units most likely, maybe labs. Looked like a real mess too. Think we need to get a team out there to collect evidence but someone green, fugly and with a speech impediment not like us there.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> I suppose. ::folds arms now::

* Bagged_Gun is now known as MBI

<FletchRyder> Wow, that is a find. Not likely Viper will still be sticking around, though, now that you guys found it and made it back.

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> ::Shivers:: <Hans> What? <Fletch> I feel a presence here in the building. A presence I’ve not felt since… ::staring blankly ahead, wanders off:: <Hans> .. ))

<Tasha_Forge> Well, you are free to roam I suppose. Just don’t go into anything like the evidence lockers and such. I guess you can go see if Jason is around unless there’s somewhere in particular you wanna go to in here.

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<Hans_Lynx> No… but thing was, before he showed up, those same guys in black came, dropped off someone I think you know in the swamp then just… took off. They saw our chopper, but they didn’t bother looking for Tasha and I.

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

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> I’d like to get a pair of shoes at least if I can. Maybe you could do me a favor and go to my house and pick up some things of mine so I don’t have to walk around in these dreadful pants.

<FletchRyder> Hmm. Yeah, we ran into some kats in black as well, trying to clean up the mess their plantimal made at one of the missing she-kat’s apartments. We tried to capture him, but he got away in a van. Not before dropping his specialized gun, however. ::then head snaps up:: Huh? Someone I know?

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns:: well…I don’t know. See I’m kinda like you. I’ve been bitten and am in danger too.

<Hans_Lynx> Well at least we’re picking up evidence all around then. ::then smirks:: Remember that gig you, Tasha and I went to, guarding those diamonds?

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> … oh well, isn’t it your duty or something to brave danger and help kats in need? ::sneers::

<FletchRyder> Heh, how could I forget?

<Tasha_Forge> ::frowns:: It is…but…

<Hans_Lynx> Well the she-kat those kats in black deposited was her, Professor Clawson. She’s got her eye on the Captain now though, so you’re probably safe from her.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Buuut? Want me to get someone else to do it for you?

<Tasha_Forge> ::rolls eyes:: No….where do you live?

<FletchRyder> ::eyebrows raise, a pur look of shock on his face:: Are you.. serious?

<FletchRyder> ::^pure::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::smirks:: I’ll write down my address for you. Where’s your desk for a pen and paper?

<Tasha_Forge> Its down the hall here. ::leads her there!::

<Hans_Lynx> As a heartattack. ::chuckles::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::follows her there!::

<Tasha_Forge> ::takes her down to her desk! takes out some pencil and paper and hands it over:: here you go.

<FletchRyder> So, I take it she was bitten then. Is she alright?

<Hans_Lynx> ::sighs at that now:: Yeah, she was. And I think she’s okay, just shaken up from the experience.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::enters deskroom, glances over at Hans and Fletch as she goes to Tasha’s. does a double take as she takes up the pen:: … have we met before…? ::staring at Ryder::

<MBI> <Pen> :: snaps in half, leaking ink on Jenna ::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::erk gasps then looks at her hand and the pen. scowls:: Such shoddy pens! Quick, get me something to wipe this ink off with!

<FletchRyder> ::seeing her enter, lowers his arms:: Um, well, yes. ::then blinks at the pen snapping::

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns. shakes head. grabs up some tissues and hands them over:: Professor…I think you should start being extremely careful with anything you touch. The serum is starting to take effect.

<Hans_Lynx> ::notes this too. frowns but keeps quiet::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::snatches them from her and wipes off her hand:: And why is that? What does this serum do anyway? ::tosses used tissues in nearby can::

<MBI> <Tissue> :: hits the back of the can, splattering against the side of it :: <Can> :: swivels from the impact until it spins a moment and settles ::

<FletchRyder> ((<Trashcan> ::knocked over:: <Hertz> ::happening to walk by just then, fumbling over it yet again:: OH NO!! PAW HAVE MERCY!! ::takes a second roll down the hallways::))

<Tasha_Forge> It gives you super strength. I did the same. You have to have a very light touch on everything you touch else you’ll destroy it. ::watches the can::

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

<MBI> ((::dies::))

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

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> I HAVE a light touch already, unlike you, tomboy. Give me another pen so I can write my address down and send you off to fetch my things.

<Tasha_Forge> ::mrrs. takes out a pen and takes paper:: Tell me what it is before you destroy more of my ink pens.

<Hans_Lynx> ::palms face. <Not again with these two…>::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> How is it you can write just fine with the serum?

<FletchRyder> ::just sitting there a bit awkwardly::

<Tasha_Forge> Because, miss priss, I”ve taught myself to have a very light touch on everything. You’ll learn too.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Fine. My address is ::gives said Addy, the one Fletch had to give to the cabbie after the party to send her home, and away from him lol::

<Tasha_Forge> Alright. ::writes it down:: now..stay put and be a good girl. ;:smirks. looks to Hans:: Hans, you wanna go with me to get her things?

<Hans_Lynx> … wait, you’re not going anywhere just to get her stuff. It’s too dangerous.

<FletchRyder> Yeah, it’s too risky. These guys are everywhere.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Well SOMEONE has to! ::slams fist on desk:: I can’t run around like THIS!

<Tasha_Forge> and its dangerous for you guys to do it too as you are associated with me. ::crosses arms:: besides…I’m about two steps from calling them and giving them a piece of my mind anyway. ::cringes at Jenna then. lol!::

<MBI> <Desk> :: breaks in half, sending several splinters flying ::

<Hans_Lynx> GAH! ::at the desk, stands up:: <Jenna> ::eyes widen, looks at her fist:: … what…? That’s some serum… <Hans> ::goes over to Tasha, tries to take the paper from her:: I’ll go. I’ll be right back without incident.

<FletchRyder> ::eye twinges as desk is destroyed. pats his uniform to shed it of wood shards:: Ms. Clawson, please try to show extra restraint.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> That’s Professor.

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns:: Aww geez…now I gotta get a new desk! Thanks! ::Then to Hans:: no! you are not going alone. I’ll go with you.

<FletchRyder> Sorry. Professor.

<Hans_Lynx> Tasha, I said I’m going and YOU are staying, that is final! You’ve already taken too many risks today by going out! ::mrrr staredown!::

<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> Want to arm wrestle me over it? <Hans> Um, no!))

<Tasha_Forge> And who’s gonna stop me? Hmm?

<Tasha_Forge> ((:diies!::))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::peering at Ryder:: I KNOW I’ve met you before. <Hans> Tasha, I’m serious! ::folds arms, stern voice:: Just do as I ask and let me handle this.

<FletchRyder> Forge, you’ll only increase his chances of being in danger with your presence. It would be better if he went alone, but at least with a radio.

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

<Tasha_Forge> I am perfectly capable of handling myself! I’m not a child and I”m not scared of them! ::heads out. lol! not taking no for an answer::

<FletchRyder> ::glancing back at Jenna, raising an eyebrow. not sure if he wants to refresh her memory::

<Hans_Lynx> ::hurries to the door:: Fine then! Go! Get caught and get experimented on then Viper can toss what’s left of you to his plantimals for chow. I wish you’d listen to someone else for once!

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> ::staaares up at him. reaches up and pokes his chest some, then his nose::

<Tasha_Forge> ::narrows eyes at him:: Why? so you can go get caught yourself just for being involved with me?

<MBI> ((<Jenna> :: then reaches into his chest and yanks out his still beating heart :: O_O Wow, that was unexpected <Fletch> You’re telling me- *gurgle* :: falls over ::))

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

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

<FletchRyder> ::just blinks as his chest is poked, then goes a bit cross-eyed as his nose is. shakes his head some, backing away from her:: Uh, maybe you should wait in the breakroom.

<Hans_Lynx> ::sighs:: Tasha, they aren’t after me. They’re after you, VIPER is after you.

<FletchRyder> ((LOL))

<Tasha_Forge> So what..I’m supposed to just sit here like a caged animal and do nothing while they are out there after more innocent kats? Professor Clawson said it right a bit ago. Its my job to protect other kats. I can’t do that in here.

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::snaps her fingers:: Now I remember! I met you at a party! ::smiles:: The one with all the pretty jewelry that was being showcased at New Year’s!

<FletchRyder> Heh. Oh yeah! ::turning head towards the feuding couple:: You two want me to go?

<Hans_Lynx> No. You’re supposed to stay here and defend her and anyone else here in case someone invades the MBI.

<Tasha_Forge> oh thats a good one….fine..go on…but I don’t wanna hear it if you get caught too. ::crosses arms, glaring at him::

<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks:: YOu won’t. Besides… <Jenna> Stay here and show me around! ::puts arms around him for a hug XD::

<Hans_Lynx> Someone needs to keep Ryder safe from her while she’s not used to her powers.

<MBI> <Hug> :: has a severe crushing effect ::

<Tasha_Forge> I’m not a babysitter. She’s too stubborn to listen to me.

<FletchRyder> Urk! ::squeazed!:: Gently, Professor!

<MBI> them((<Fletch> :: head pops off his shoulders and goes bouncing down the hallway :: <Jenna> Huh…. that usually happens with my dates… but they typically do that themselvs ))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!))

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna>::lets go:: oops! Eh heh… sorry.

<Tasha_Forge> ((::SOODEAD!::))

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

<Hans_Lynx> Try? Please?

<FletchRyder> ::gasps, collapsing into his seat upon being released. checks his ribs, making sure none are broken::

<Hans_Lynx> <Jenna> Oh I didn’t hug you THAT hard. ::looks heavenward and sighs:: Toms… ::goes and takes a seat::

<Tasha_Forge> Nope. If I stay around her much she and I are gonna fight. So..you best just get going. scoot! ::shoos him away. goes to pick up the broken pieces of her desk::

<FletchRyder> ((<Fletch> Someone.. go get.. Captain Korat!))

<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))

<Hans_Lynx> ::is scooted! hurries down the hall and to his car to head off to Jenna’s house::

<FletchRyder> ((<Jason> ::heard about Jenna’s powers, and has deposited himself into the Megakat Bank’s vault:: Hahaha! I’m invincible! <Metallikats> ::end up stealing him:: <Jason> Ah, man!))

<Tasha_Forge> (::SOOODEEAD!::))

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

* Hans_Lynx is now known as JennaClawson

<MBI> ((<Tasha> :: letting this whole thing go to her head :: Now, fix my desk! <Hans> Or what? You’ll crush my skull <Tasha> :: holds up a football helmet, and then shatters it like an eggshell :: <Hans> I knew you didn’t order those for charity! ))

<JennaClawson> ((::DEAD!::))

<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))

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

<Tasha_Forge> ::glares at Jenna as she picks up some of the desk. lol! hopes Konway calls eventually and says he can help her::

* MBI is now known as Dr_Konway

<Dr_Konway> :: calls Tasha ::

<JennaClawson> … what? ::looks at Tasha as she glares::

<Tasha_Forge> ::wow..ain’t that timing? lol! mrrs:: nothing….::picks up her phone from the mess and answers:: hello?

<JennaClawson> ((::laughs!:: <Tasha> Wow! my inner thoughts came true!… wait. MoDaD is playing Konway so, I bet it is more bad news.))

<FletchRyder> Professor Clawson, ::having somewhat regained his composure:: is there anything I can get you?

<Tasha_Forge> ((LOL!))

<Dr_Konway> This is Dr. Konway. I’ve gotten the results of your tests, and they’re the same as the others I’m afraid.

<JennaClawson> ::smiles at Fletch’s question:: I’d love some coffee actually, decaf, with cream please, but not too much.

<Tasha_Forge> ::sighs:: So nothing you can do then?

<Dr_Konway> Not without getting a sample of the original compound, which I’m sorry to say I haven’t had any luck finding in our records. There have been so many projects lately that even if it were to have originated here I may not have known about it.

<FletchRyder> ::nods, getting up and retrieving the coffee. puts it in a mug that will hopefully withstand some extra pressure better than a styrofoam cup. returns with the coffee, setting it down on the desk beside her:: Be careful handling that.

<Tasha_Forge> ::Frowns at that. slumps down in her seat then blinks:: wait…Dr. Konway, I might could narrow your search. Search for anything falling under the name UB3R.

<JennaClawson> Thank you. ::smiles at him, goes to take up the mug by its handle::

<JennaClawson> ::trying to not put pressure::

<FletchRyder> ::sits back down at his desk, acknowledging her smile with a small nod. tries turning attention towards Tasha’s phonecall::

<Dr_Konway> I’ll see what I can find relating to that. I’ll call you if I find anything.

<Tasha_Forge> Alright, thank you very much, Dr.

<Dr_Konway> :: hangs up ::

<JennaClawson> ::takes the cup up to her lips and takes a sip all dainty like XD sets the cup back down on the desk::

<FletchRyder> ::when she’s hung up:: Any good news?

<Tasha_Forge> ::hangs up too. groans.:: nope…Doctor Konway and my test results are the same as the other girls. no way to know what it is without the actual compound. He’s gonna look for that file for us but I doubt he’ll find it.

<JennaClawson> Other girls? Test results?

<FletchRyder> Well, I guess the next step is pretty clear then. We need to start working on a plan to trap one of those plantimals alive.

<Tasha_Forge> ::nods: : yeah..::then to Clawson:: There are other girls that got bit too..they all disappeared. Dr. Konway looked them over too but found nothing to go on with them either.

<JennaClawson> So there’s no… anti-serum for this?

<FletchRyder> Not that we’re aware.

<Tasha_Forge> NOt that we are aware of at this time. Thats what we are trying to do is find who’s doing this and if there’s a way to reverse it.

<JennaClawson> ::frowns:: Oh wonderful. Do you even have any leads or anything? ::folds arms::

<Tasha_Forge> Yes, we do.

<JennaClawson> Oh? Besides Dr. Creepy back at the swamp, because I imagine he’s long gone now.

<Tasha_Forge> Oh I’m sure he is too. But he’s not it.

<JennaClawson> Then WHAT?

<Tasha_Forge> ::mrrs. looks at Fletch to see if they should tell her::

<FletchRyder> ::clears throat:: That’s classified.

<JennaClawson> Of course. ::smiles sweetly:: Come on… you can tell me… after all, this involves me too. ::bats eyelashes at Fletch lol hard to look appealing in sweatpants and a baggy tshirt with damp hair XD::

<FletchRyder> We’ve told you as much as you need to know. Probably moreso. The rest of this investigation is not for civillian ears.

<Tasha_Forge> Oh for the love of….!! ::gets up and walks out into the lobby to peer outside. paranoid somewhat. lol!::

<JennaClawson> ::blinks looks at Tasha as she goes out lol, looks back at Fletch:: WHAT is her problem?

<FletchRyder> She’s been, um, going through a lot lately.

<Dr_Konway> ((::yawns:: And, I need to catch some sleep. Got an early, busy day tommorow XD ))

<JennaClawson> ((Night Matt!))

<Tasha_Forge> ((nights Matt! see you next weekend!))

<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight, Matt!))

<Dr_Konway> ((nights))

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<JennaClawson> I see. ::smirks::

<JennaClawson> ((I should head to bed too actually lol))

<Tasha_Forge> ((yeah..its getting early, though not like last night. lol!))

<FletchRyder> ((Yes, bed does beckon me))

<JennaClawson> ((LOL XD no thankfully -g-))

<Tasha_Forge> ((nights! ::huggles you both::))

<JennaClawson> ((::hugs for you two:: Night guys! See you next weekend!))

<FletchRyder> ((Goodnight you two!))

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