2007-04-06

<Hans_Lynx> 4 RPG A Go go?
<Sanders_Clawdwin> oh man, I have ot have a super long name XD
<Gracie_Pat> ::RPG A go go XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ::iiiiiis at the MBI yes, aaaaaaand goes intooo breakroom to get some cawfee::
<Trina_Korat> ::I’m in the gym, yo! Playing a little b-ball::
<Gracie_Pat> ::…. Hmm where am I……::
<Hans_Lynx> ::you are here::
<Gracie_Pat> ::in her little lab space… finally getting around to blowing up those naplam soaked clothing and towels. Finishes stuffing them into the Safe Denotator housing and shuts the door:: Fire in the hole! ::says it although she knows no one is really around::
<Gracie_Pat> ::flicks the button and POOOF. a loud thunk echoes in the housing and Gracie lets out a laugh:: Oh man… that was weak! ::pulls up her goggles and shakes her fist at the thing:: Ah well… I need coffee. ::dusts off her hands and heads towards the break room::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::got a call back! woohoo! walking up the steps to the MBI building, small curior bag slung on her shoulder with all her credentials and such in it::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Gracie> Fire in the hole! ::explodes another donut:: Darnit! ::keeps trying to make holesin donuts, but they all blow apart::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!!!))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::snorks!:: ))
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((XDD))
<Trina_Korat> Aww, crud…! ::as ball bounces out the gym towards the breakroom:: BALL!
<Trina_Korat> ::chases after them::
<Trina_Korat> (( Man, all my poses are boring. -_- http://www.fyresight.com/sagesk/new/mark_nowanna.jpg ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::pours up his coffee, about to exit breakroom when nearly runs into Gracie:: Whoah… hey Gracie. ::smiles, do I smell smoke? XD notes ball rolling away::
<Hans_Lynx> ((lol the pose isn’t boring.  He’s shaking his fist and grrring! XD))
<Trina_Korat> ((yeah, but I’m finding I’m always drawing the same pose. X_x ::needs to look for mags and stuff. XD::))
<Trina_Korat> ::catches the ball! Yayme! ^_^::
<Hans_Lynx> ((mebbe find ref pics or somethin’ for poses?))
<Trina_Korat> ((Yeah… I just gotta stop being lazy. XD))
<Hans_Lynx> And hello Trina.
<Trina_Korat> Hey. Sorry about that.
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::walks in and glances about… no one, hrm.. keeps on walking, her large combat boots clunking on the floor as she goes, will keep on snooping until she finds someone :B::
<Hans_Lynx> ::can see us down nearby hall for sooth yon Sandy::
<Hans_Lynx> It’s alright. … are the activities of you both related? ::imagining exploding basketballs::
<Gracie_Pat> :3 Hello Hans! ::mun sorry she was afk::
<Trina_Korat> What are you, kidding? She’s dangerous! ::mockingly pointing at Gracie, hides behind Hans:: She’s got that loooook in her eeeeeeeeeeye…
<Trina_Korat> Protect me, future bro-in-law?
<Gracie_Pat> What? ::sees Trina hide:: Hay, I’m not that bad
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::people! eyes light up as she approaches them:: Heya! ::meek wave, trying not to barge in on the conversation XD::
* McGrath has joined #mbi_sk
<Hans_Lynx> ((Hey Matt!))
<Gracie_Pat> Hello stranger! ::to Sanders:: You don’t think I’m crazy do you?
* ChanServ sets mode: +o McGrath
<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs a bit then turns to see Sandy::
<Gracie_Pat> ((Harro Matt!))
<Trina_Korat> ((Matters!))
<Trina_Korat> Hey there! ::Waving behind Hans::
<McGrath> ((Heyas :: must eat dinner. Got back from Grindhouse ::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((lol okiee!))
<Trina_Korat> ((Kies!))
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::blinks at the rather tall she kat that spoke:: .. with hair like that, I wouldn’t be too sure ::grins and looks at the others:: I’m Sandra Clawdwin, got a call back from… the captain I think it was, I forget his name :x but yeah! ::smile, no, is not an airhead::
<Trina_Korat> WHich one? Jason Korat or Joe Forge?
<Gracie_Pat> ((BRB really quick))
<Trina_Korat> Kies!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((ok!))
<Gracie_Pat> ((back))
<Trina_Korat> ((WB!))
<Sanders_Clawdwin> Er… Jason rings a bell.. yeah, I’m sure it was him ::grins::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((WB <3))
<Gracie_Pat> ((thanks!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::watching Sandra! Oooh she isn’t the only fresh blood anymore::
<Hans_Lynx> ((wb!))
<Gracie_Pat> ((Danke!))
<Hans_Lynx> Well welcome aboard. ::smiles at her:: Is he in today, Trina?
<Trina_Korat> I’ll go get ‘im off the phone. ::grins, goes::
<Hans_Lynx> I’m Hans Lynx by the way. ::reaches out hand to shake Sandy’s::
<Gracie_Pat> ::grinning:: I’m Gracie Patterson! ::offers her hand to shake after Hans XD::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::shake Hans hand!:: Pleasure to meet you, Hans ::smiles::
<Hans_Lynx> ::who is the same height as Gracie lol::
<Hans_Lynx> Likewise. :;leggos::
<Gracie_Pat> ::tall is beautiful! XD::
* Trina_Korat is now known as Jason_Korat
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::good things comes in small packages XP eyes Gracie… loves her hair but wont say that outloud :3::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Trina> ::wishes some short kats would join, make her feel less dwarf like::))
<Jason_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie> So we got some new recruits. <Trina> Oh? <Gracie> yeah… retired circus midgets. <Trina> …. ))
<Jason_Korat> ((::SOOOOODEAD::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((::LOL!::))
<Jason_Korat> There a reason why Trina threatened to choke me with my own phone cord? ::kidding::
<Gracie_Pat> ( <Circus midget> they call me… THOR! ::Cue silly pose:: <Trina> O.o ))
<Jason_Korat> ::as he gets there::
<Jason_Korat> ((:FALLSOVER:))
<Jason_Korat> ((<Thor> THOR SMASH! ::stomp on ground::))
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((::nearly inhales sprite:: XDD))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks!:: <Thor>::carries a mighty hammer! which he has to drag around in a Radio Flyer since he can’t lift it::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::giggling insanely:: ))
<Jason_Korat> ((::dying!::))
<Hans_Lynx> Yes, you’re slacking off, Captain.
<Gracie_Pat> ::Grins slightly:: You just go by Sanders?
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Sandy>::code name is Colonel. makes a mean fried chicken!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::snorks!:: ))
<Jason_Korat> ((::DIES!:: <Sandy> I… don’t wanna go in there… <Gracie> What’s the matter, Sanders? CHICKEN?!))
<Sanders_Clawdwin> Sanders, Sandy, Grease Monkey, which ever you like really ::grins at Gracie then turns to Jason:: err, that would be my fault, Sir. Sandra Clawdwin ::holds out hand to shake::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))
<Jason_Korat> I’ll ignore that. ::to Hans, then turns to Sandy:: Oh, so you’re at fault. :Smirks, shakes her hand:: I hope you brought your credentials?
<Gracie_Pat> Okay sandy :3
<Sanders_Clawdwin> I did indeed ::leggos and pats her bag, smiling::
<Jason_Korat> Good. What say we look them over and then we’ll show you around?
<Gracie_Pat> ::watches, looking a bit restless <.<::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::nods:: Okay then.
<Hans_Lynx> You get a free donut and cup of coffee at the end of it. ::grins::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> Ha ha, bonus! ::grins back at Hans, luurrvveess donuts::
<Jason_Korat> Stop corrupting the new recruits.
<Jason_Korat> ::to Hans::
<Gracie_Pat> But corrupting is fun!
<Hans_Lynx> See, Gracie’s a satisfied customer. ::walks after them to be of assistance. and cuz he’s bored and nosy -g-::
<Jason_Korat> You people are a piece of work.
<Gracie_Pat> ::only follows because she’s nosy and already blew something up… Wants to do something other then build match stick houses XD, and work on that sekert project::
<Hans_Lynx> Thank you, Captain.
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::feeling very short at the moment XD walks a long::
<Gracie_Pat> ::short is nice too!::
<Jason_Korat> ::sighs, shakes his head and goes into his office. Offers Sandy a seat::
<Hans_Lynx> ::maw can’t go in there yet. so turns ‘n goes into deskroom lol with his coffeeeee::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::smiles and takes the seat:: Thank you. ::brings her bag around onto her lap::
<Jason_Korat> ::takes a seat:: So did you find the place alright?
<Gracie_Pat> … Hey Hans, I exploded your pants today.
<Hans_Lynx> ::about to sit at his desk then snorks and looks over at her:: You what?
<Gracie_Pat> (( Yes that was on purpose XD))
<Gracie_Pat> The napalm soaked clothing.
<Gracie_Pat> ::nevous chuckle::
<Hans_Lynx> Oh! ::then laughs:: Have you taken care of all that clothing then?
<Gracie_Pat> Yes. It gave a very un happy poof. ::Frowns::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> I did, yes ::nodds and gestures with one hand:: I actually only live a few blocks away.
<Jason_Korat> Ah, then that’s pretty convenient. :smiles: Did you bring your credentials?
<Hans_Lynx> Sad you don’t have anything else in need of going poof? ::sits at his desk::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::opens her bag and fishes out a thick black folder and sits forward to hand it over to him::
<Jason_Korat> :takes it and opens it, starting to flip through it::
<Gracie_Pat> Not really. Unless you count the bricks my mom calls her ‘special muffins’.
* McGrath is now known as Creepling
<Jason_Korat> ((WB!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((wb!))
<Hans_Lynx> That anything like fruit cake? ::grins, takes sip of coffee::
<Creepling> :: soars through the gritty underbelly of the city, flying towards Felony’s flophouse of DOOM ::
<Gracie_Pat> Well…. If fruit cake can have C4 strapped to it and after the explosion only break a edge… then yes.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::is currently in her office, writing up the books. wishes Enzo would do this himself instead of gallavanting around town with his new bodyguard. -g-::
<Jason_Korat> ((<Dark Kat> ::sues Felony for the usage of the name DOOOOOOOOOOOM. <Felony> Since WHEN did you trade mark “DOOOOOOOOOOOOM”?! <Dark Kat> I figured with Trump and Hilton were stupid enough to get away with it, then I could too. Besides, I don’t need money. I need incentive. ::holds up dynamite::))
<Creepling> :: abruptly crashes through a boarded-up windows, leaving a Creepling-shapred hole in it. Circles the room and then lands atop her desk. Squawks XD: :
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::glances about his office as he reads:: ….
<Hans_Lynx> ((::diees!::))
<Jason_Korat> Interesting. So, tell me about yourself. Why did you decide to join us?
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::dying:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> Whoah… what does she bake with, concrete pre-mix?
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::lets out a yelp as is startled, whipping out a gun:: The heck? ::frowns now, looking at the creature on her desk. holsters weapon::
<Hans_Lynx> ((brb!))
<Gracie_Pat> ((K!))
<Gracie_Pat> …I think so. ::looks thoughtful::
<Creepling> :: drops a letter on her desk. It has a purple wax seal with the Dark Kat emblem on it. The Creepling takes off and soars out the hole it created ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((backerz))
<Hans_Lynx> ::snickers:: I bet you grew up hungry then.
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((wb!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((ty!))
<Gracie_Pat> ((welcome back!))
<Gracie_Pat> I survived on pixie sticks and swiss rolls.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::eyes envelope then watches the creepling fly off. remembering this when with Tony, takes up the envelope and opens it. pulls out letter to read::
<Hans_Lynx> Together or seperately?
<Gracie_Pat> Together!
<Gracie_Pat> maybe that’s why I’m so tall and crazy.
<Sanders_Clawdwin> Well, I was hopeing to use my skills in vehicles and aricrafts to aid law enforcment of some sort. I actually applied at both the Enforcers and here, but I heard back from you guys first. ::smiles::
<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs:: Maybe.  All that sugar.
<Creepling> <Letter> :: very ornate looking, again :: “You have been designated as the Katpone’s agent in the field for which certain errands will be handled. ” :: more ::
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::leans back at this with a smirk. reads on::
<Jason_Korat> :chuckles: I see. Well, your credentials check out. Very impressed, I might add. What kind of weapons are you most useful with?
<Creepling> <Letter> “If you prove a viable assest, I will assign more tasks. The Katpone’s reputation now rests on your shoulders. Do not fail me.” :: more ::
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> <Oh I am already…>
<Sanders_Clawdwin> Basic Achedemy training gave me in insight into most of the hand held guns and such, but I presonally prefer a Shotgun over something like a Sniper rifle or a Colt 45.. ::mun just read up on weapons on the MBI site XD:: Though I am comfortable working with either.
<Jason_Korat> ::nods:: How’s your marksmanship?
<Sanders_Clawdwin> I was ranked within the top 10, Sir. ::not perfect, did concentrate more on the motor vehicle classes then the arms training::
<Creepling> <Letter> “There are a few loose ends I need tied up before other assignments can be completed. The first is the destruction of a relic located in the desert” :: letter lists a set of coordinates :: “The entire facility must be destroyed.”
<Jason_Korat> Sounds good enough. When Captain Forge gets back he’ll probably test you in that area. He’s our resident sniper.
<Jason_Korat> ((::DIES, read “There are a few pounds I need to loose.”::))
<Jason_Korat> ((“That bakery in the desert has been my downfall. Save the pastries and destroy it… and then mail the pastries to me.”))
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::raises brow at that::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Cracking up:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs:: Maybe.  All that sugar. ::repost in case Graciemun missed::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((lol!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::laughes:: Perhaps.
<Gracie_Pat> ::shrugs:: …. Sides I grew up with alot of brothers, so I needed the energy.
<Creepling> <Letter> “I will know when you have completed this task. I will contact you when you have succeded” :: letter ends ::
<Hans_Lynx> Oh?  How many brothers?
<Gracie_Pat> six brothers.
<Gracie_Pat> <.< My family doesn’t do anything small.
<Hans_Lynx> <fel> ::sets letter down and saves her file on her laptop.  uses some map site to plug in the coordinates to see exactly where this ‘facility’ is located::
<Hans_Lynx> Whoah. ::chuckles:: Apparently not.
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::nods:: Yes, Sir.
<Gracie_Pat> ::uneasy grin::
<Jason_Korat> And, once you get acquainted, I’m pretty sure you’ll feel right at home here. You’ve already met three of our agents.
<Creepling> <Map Site> :: shows the site as a rather out of the way location in the middle of nowhere ::
<Hans_Lynx> Bet your father was happy with so many boys.
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::smiles:: Yes.. and they seem.. interesting.
<Jason_Korat> That’s putting it mildly. ::smirks::
<Gracie_Pat> Heh yeah, but I was ‘daddy’s little girl’ though he didn’t feel I needed to wear frilly dresses or anything.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::makes a note of it down in an atlas book:: What could possibly be way out there…?  ::closes files and shuts laptop off. folds up letter and puts it into desk where she locks it.  stands taking up her atlas and heads on outside to her car::
<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs:: His quarterback princess?
<Gracie_Pat> Yes. Though man I really didn’t play sports that well.
<Gracie_Pat> Cept for softball.
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::chuckles:: If you say so.
<Hans_Lynx> Well I was an only child, so I suppose I was spoiled some too.
<Jason_Korat> Well, what say I give you a tour? ::as he stands::
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::gets outside and decides to take her motorcycle out there.  puts on helmet ‘n rides on off towards the desert! wheeee! there a road that leads out to this place? if not, makes a turn offroad when it is time to::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> That’d be great! ::glances at her watch and sort of double takes:: But I’m afraid I will have to take a raincheck on that, ::looks back at him:: Got things arriving at my place in about 20minutes, so do you mind if I go? ::meek smile::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((I gotta jet peeps, was great RPing with you guys again <3))
<Jason_Korat> ::chuckles:: Very well. Go on.
<Jason_Korat> ((::hugs!:: You too! See you when we see you! ;D))
* Gracie_Pat has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
<Hans_Lynx> ((nights Sandymun!))
<Creepling> <Roads> :: lead out to the desert, but there appears to be a roadblock shortly before the area ::
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ::grins and says goodbye then practically runs out :B::
* Creepling is now known as Soldier
<Sanders_Clawdwin> ((ciao!))
* Sanders_Clawdwin has quit IRC (Quit: Do what you want coz a Pirate is free, You Are a PIRATE!)
* Jason_Korat is now known as Trina_Korat
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::pulls up to the roadblock. flips up helmet visor::
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* ChanServ sets mode: +o Gracie_Pat
<Soldier> :: approaches her :: I’m sorry Ma’am, but this road is closed. I’m going to have to ask you to turn back.
<Hans_Lynx> ::in deskroom with Gracie still::
<Hans_Lynx> ((Wb!))
<Hans_Lynx> Well I was an only child, so I suppose I was spoiled some too.
<Gracie_Pat> (( ugh, Vista I HATE YOU.))
<Hans_Lynx> ((maw ::pethug::))
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel> Closed for what?
<Trina_Korat> ((::hugshugs, swears her next computer will be an Apple cuz’ she ain’t spending her money on Vista::))
<Trina_Korat> ::goes to deskroom!::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL ::mun thinking next compy will be a Mac too::))
<Trina_Korat> ((Yeah! At least Apple doesn’t make you get a new operating system every two years. ><))
<Hans_Lynx> ((or has tons of viruses that attack yer compy))
<Trina_Korat> ((yuppers @_@)
<Soldier> There’s been a chemical spill. Highly toxic. :: holding m16 rifle at the ready :: Nothing to see here.
<Trina_Korat> Are you two conspiring?
<Gracie_Pat> I envy you.
<Gracie_Pat> <.< Us? No….. Not really
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> There another route I can take?
<Hans_Lynx> Now why would you think we’d do that?
<Soldier> No Ma’am. This entire region is closed off.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> Great.  ::flips visor down. turns bike ’round and zooms off back the way she came.  will have to go a ’round about way… doesn’t want to walk either but her bike makes too much noise…::
<Soldier> <Troop Carrier> :: with several soldiers sitting the back, drives past Felony and the soldier, disapearing around some rocks ::
<Trina_Korat> I dunno about Gracie, but you like to corrupt people. ::to HANS::
<Soldier> <Another Road> :: is a longer route but generally heads in the same direction XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> I’ve been working on that something special Mr. Sulfur asked me to work on.
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::glances at that in rear-view mirror. wondering what’s up. pulls over a moment to check map. finds this alternate longer route and frowns. goes off road now and drives down a piece away from the road block. keeping eye out for soldiers. making more diaganal way out to that facility::
<Trina_Korat> ::snorks:: Do I see the hint of an evil smirk? ::grins::
<Gracie_Pat> Maaayyyybbeee.
<Gracie_Pat> ::innocent look:: I promise it will be very nice, and will not disappoint.
<Hans_Lynx> ::chuckles and sips coffee::
<Hans_Lynx> What is it? Or can you not say?
<Trina_Korat> ::chuckles, shakes her head:: I’m sure it will. ::sits with a can of skim milk::
<Gracie_Pat> I’m not going to spoil the surprise.
<Soldier> <Fence> :: looks to be hastily constructed, laced with barbed wire and warning posts, stretches across the desert, blocking her way. Signs warn that tresspassers may be shot on sight ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie> ::made a very huge world record breaking taco filled with Chocolate flavored ex Lax XD:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::falls over:: Oh, ew. XD))
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::pulls to a stop at some rocks near one of those fences.  removes helmet and holds hand over eyes to scan the desert for signs of soldiers::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Soldier> <Troop Carriers> :: can be seen driving off in the distance, but not in her direction ::
<Soldier> ((brb))
<Gracie_Pat> ((okay ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((ok!))
<Hans_Lynx> Well you’re no fun. ::drinks last bit of coffee::
<Trina_Korat> Darn. We were hoping…
<Gracie_Pat> Well okay since you both seem to really want to know
<Trina_Korat> ::grins:: You don’t have to tell us.
<Gracie_Pat> I’m working on several smart bombs with inner mitten core denotators and a linking system.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::sets helmet aside, hiding bike behind rocks. climbs the fence and drops down. huffs. glances ’round them begins running towards facility. every so often ducking low to ground, pausing to be sure no one’s about or looking her way. then continues on::
<Hans_Lynx> Smart bombs?  What’s Sulfur wanting with those?  Means against Dark Kat when he returns?
<Gracie_Pat> It was all I could think of.
<Soldier> <Facility> :: or what’s left of it, looks to be a hole in the ground with several makeshift tents set up around the perimeter. A few tanks can be seen in a stationary position ::
<Trina_Korat> ::chuckles: So long as they work. ::deep down, is still worried sick about Jake, wondering what he’s doing::
<Gracie_Pat> We don’t know what Dark Kat will be coming back with. I somehow doubt he’s going to have a legion of midgets with chain saws… so we need to be prepared.
<Hans_Lynx> ::snorks:: If only he were having that… would be more interesting, and easier to get rid of.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::frowning.  glances ’round pondering waiting until dark to get into there.  still… counts the kats she sees, watching their movements as she crouches low behind a few small bolder rocks::
<Gracie_Pat> Yeah. And would make for amusing news.
<Trina_Korat> Yeah. We could just kick them away.
<Gracie_Pat> ANd mock them later.
<Hans_Lynx> ::looks to Trina:: Any word yet by either SWAT Kat?
<Soldier> <Soldier> :: walking around the perimeter on patrol. Looks bored an unattentive. Walking past Felony’s location ::
<Trina_Korat> ::shakes her head to Hans:: Nothing…
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::contemplates. then when he’s near enough, attempts to strike him in the back of his neck to KO him. if succeeds, quickly drags him behind the rock::
<Hans_Lynx> ::sighs:: I wonder if… we’ll be seeing Razor soon.
<Gracie_Pat> Maybe he’ll just pop up someplace and it’ll all be some kind of joke brought on by a bad ‘nip trip?
<Soldier> :: doesn’t see it coming. Is knocked out and falls down, dropping his rifle. Is dragged behind the rock ::
<Trina_Korat> ::is quiet, gripping her can of milk rather roughly::
<Soldier> <Confiscated documents> :: from the Triad’s now ex-hangout, do give a precise location to where somethine was mailed ::
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::hurriedly strips the soldier down to his skivvies, and replaces her clothes with his.  pulls up hair in bun to keep under the soldier’s helmet. ties and gags the KOed soldier then takes up his gun. glances behind rocks a moment, and after scootingthe solider up against the rock’s back, stands straight and heads down towards the tents::
<Gracie_Pat> ::frowns slightly now::
<Hans_Lynx> ::did Joe and someone else go out there?::
<Soldier> <Other Soldiers> :: don’t take notice of the blurple colored doppledanger XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::mun isn’t sure XD::
<Soldier> <Confiscated documents> :: have that address as a place in rural Latvia. Anyone want to make an extended business trip XD ::
<Trina_Korat> ::they were going to. XD::
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::XD hair is up in helmeeet. lol and glad! attempts to go up to the hole there of a facility::
<Gracie_Pat> ::yeah! Gracie, Trina and Joe this mun thinks::
<Trina_Korat> ::then grabs her celphone and calls up a travel agency::
<Soldier> <Hole> :: has a makeshift ladder that leads down into darkness, poorly illuminated by generator lights ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Trina> Road triiiip! <Hans> Um… we can’t drive to Latvia y’know.  <Trina> ;_; ))
<Soldier> <Travel Agency> :: answers :: Where would you like to go today?
<Trina_Korat> Latvia, Eastern Europe.
<Hans_Lynx> ::curious look at Trina now::
<Gracie_Pat> ::ears twitch, looks over at Trina::
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::glances behind herself. puts her M-16 at her back and when no one’s looking, climbs on down!::
<Trina_Korat> ::has a set face::
<Soldier> <Hole> :: is a short distance down. Once inside, one can see a semi-vast interior with debris that looks like its been cleared aside by a bulldozer…which it has been as bulldozer is still there XD. Looks like there’s been some minor attempts to clean the place up. Still looks heavily utilitarian ::
<Soldier> <Pillar> :: chrome black with the occassional green LED light blinking, standing about 12ft tall, is in the center of the room and the obvious point of attention :: <Scientist Types> :: are gathered around it, at computers, looking at charts, and doing sciency things ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Scientist Types>::doing crossword puzzles to look like they’re busy!:: ))
<Soldier> <Travel Agency> Uh…. okay :: can hear typing in the BG :: Well, you’re in luck. Tickets appear to be relatively inexpensive. There’s only one accessible airport at this time, so travel arrangements within the country may be difficult.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::takes her gun in her hands to act more like a guard again. walks about along the walls there, glancing around taking things in.  eyes the pillar there.  wonders where this ‘relic’ may be… and what these guys are doing here::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Gracie_Pat> ::looks over at Hans like ‘you hearing thins?’ ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::shakes head, returns a look of curiosity to her and then back at Trina::
<Trina_Korat> It doesn’t matter. I’d like to reserve (number here) tickets. ::since mun knows Joe was gonna go, too::
<Soldier> <Scientist 1> I’m glad that thing finally decided to leave. I wasn’t happy sleeping above a walking, talking energy creature with plans of death on its mind <Scientist 2> :: looking over some charts :: This is all so highly advanced. Do you really think that it was Dark Kat who developed this? <Scientist 3> I say he stole it. <Scientist 1> And I think it’s a cover up. These NSA types like to blame their dirty work on others <Scientist 2> Shhhh
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::listening to that part of the conversation there:: <Energy creature…? Hmm… > ::looks at pillar:: <I hope that thing isn’t what he wants.  No way I can get that outta here.>
<Soldier> <Travel Agent> Alright then. I have no access to information there, so you’ll have to make room and board arrangements when you arrive.
<Soldier> <Travel Agent> :: wraps it up, provides Trina with the info she needs :: You can pickup your tickets at the airport.
<Trina_Korat> Thank you. ::hangs up and stands:: If you guys wanna come along, I’ve got (number here) tickets with me. We leave tomorrow night.
<Gracie_Pat> I want to come along ::because I really do want to, and I don’t want to miss out on a free trip!::
<Soldier> <Scientist 2> It’s that kind of talk that gets you “disappeared.” Besides, I think it is Dark Kat’s work. The thing had a self-destruct device that we’ve since disabled, and even a transponder that’s broadcasting to who knows where <Scientist 3> Wanna bet he’s going to send someone to kill us in our sleep? <Scientist 2> That’s why the military is here. To guard us and this device.
<Hans_Lynx> This mean we’re going to meddle in Dark Kat’s affairs?
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::hides now out of sight behind some debris there.::
<Trina_Korat> Name me one time we haven’t. ::Smirks to Hans::
<Gracie_Pat> ::smirks:: oh man I knew I wouldn’t regret applying for the MBI,.
<Hans_Lynx> ::chuckles:: I’ll come along unless I’d be taking the spot of a more eager agent. ::smirks at Gracie::
<Gracie_Pat> ::bits her bottom lip:: …. I am alittle eager …. ::nervous laugh::
<Trina_Korat> Good. ::as she grabs her keys:: Then you better pack. I’m gonna go make a quick stop somewhere and then pick up the tickets. ::heads on out to her car::
<Gracie_Pat> Okay. ::gets up from her desk and heads out herself::
<Hans_Lynx> Alright. :;stands and heads on out to his own car.::
<Trina_Korat> ::gets into her car and drives towards the salvage yard if anybody wants to be de’ Chances::
<Soldier> <Scientist 1> I still don’t like this thing, or the NSA’s interest in it. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there were trying to make their own cyberdemons
<Soldier> ((brb))
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<Hans_Lynx> ::hopes Tasha won’t freak on him going, but hey Joe is too XD::
<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::did Trina put the tickets in her name? XD::
<Trina_Korat> ((Crudcrampcrudcrampcrudcramp… :Stands up!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL! ::pats teh Sagey::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Trina>::Put the tickets in the name of all the Patterson Kids:: XD))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL! <Trina> The Brady Bun- er I mean Patterson kids.))
<Trina_Korat> ((Jez, she did. XD))
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<Hans_Lynx> ((wb!))
<Trina_Korat> ((WB!))
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<Gracie_Pat> ((WB))
<McGrath> ((ty))
* McGrath is now known as Scientists
<Trina_Korat> ::gets to the salvage yard, gets outta her car and heads into the garage to look for Chance::
<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::then is informed of Trina’s name popping up just now at the airport with X number of tickets.  frowns… wondering how she got word… and pondering on stopping her before they leave the airport tomorrow evening. XD::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::is distracting himself with giving the tow truck a not needed tune up::
<Trina_Korat> Knock knock.
<Trina_Korat> ::OMGJosieyoustalker! XD::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::ears twitch turns to see Trina.:: Trina, Hey. ::sounds a bit tired too, poor guy::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::hasn’t played Chance inna while, bare with her :: ))
<Trina_Korat> ::gives him a soft smile:: Got a minute?
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> <Cyberdemon…?> ::then Lina Fontaine comes to mind:: <So, is that what she is?  Guess she’s more of a weapon than a kat.>
<Hans_Lynx> <Josie>::I’m no stalker.  I have tons of resources who have resources. ;D::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> For you, I got several. ::returns the soft smile, wipes his hands off with a rag. Heads towards the Yard’s little office there::
<Scientists> <Scientist 2> Everything will be fine. As long as you don’t accidentally ignite the self-destruct charges before the explosives removal team takes care of it in an hour you’ll be fine.
<Trina_Korat> ::sits:: How’re you holding?
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::glances around the large room there to see if anyone but the 3 scientists are there::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::rubs the back of his neck, leaning against the desk:: I could be better. Rather difficult to go day to day when you’re used to having someone to work with every day and realize they aren’t there so much anymore.
<Scientists> <Scientist 3> We need to clear out. They’ll be here anytime now. I hate getting pushed around by military brass. <Scienst 1> Now that I can agree on. :: all of them pack up a few things and start to head for the ladder ::
<Trina_Korat> ::nods:: Well, Chance, I need you to hang in there for me. ::gives him a determined look:: I’m taking a few kats with me tomorrow night to Latvia. We’re gonna get Jake back.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::watches them go.  will wait until they go up the ladder and out of sight before rushing over to that pillar to examine it::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::raises an eyebrow:: I’ll do my best… Latvia? … ::oh man!::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> I wish you luck with that. ::would most likely go himself if he was able::
<Trina_Korat> Yeah. I know it sounds crazy, but at this point, I’m not about to let Dark Kat do more damage than what he already has. If it means stopping him when he gets to MKC, fine. But if that happens, we’re gonna need Razor on our side, not his.
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> And I agree with you. Sometimes only the craziest means solves the problem at hand.
<Scientists> :: disappear up the ladder ::
<Trina_Korat> ::smiles: You always live by that saying, Hot Shot?
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::hurries over. looks over the pillar quickly to see what it was they were discussing. looks at the LCD display::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::gives one of his wide grins:: Hey it’s gotten me this far, I can say I’ve lived well by it.
<Trina_Korat> ::chuckles!:: Dad was right. The Furlong side IS crazy.
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::smiles, it helps she’s laughing. Makes him feel not so bad::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> And you say it like it’s a bad thing, Trina. ::chuckling::
<Scientists> <LCD Display> :: shows a bunch of confusing looking numbers :: <Pillar> :: part of it has been gutted and is exposed, revealing what looks to be a decent stack of dynomite still hard wired to it ::
<Trina_Korat> ::laughs:: I never said it was a bad thing. I was reminded of it every day since I first learned we were related. :smirks::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::grins::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> Keep me posted, Trina. Something tells me this isn’t going to be a simple walk in the park.
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::eyes it:: <Too bad I’m no bomb expert… though they did say it has already been disabled…> ::looks at the nearest computer that one of them were at::
<Scientists> <Computer> :: has a prompt on the screen :: “Self-Destruct paused. Resume? Y or N”
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Fel>::presses N:: <Computer> OH NOEX…. ::BOOM:: ))
<Trina_Korat> I never expected it to. ::leans over to give him a tight hug::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::returns the tight hug, worried about alla this. Doesn’t want to really lose Jake, this already has been killin’ the lovable guy already::
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel> <How convenient…> ::wonders how long this has.  takes in a deep breath, then presses N::
<Hans_Lynx> ((er Y. LOL!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Gracie_Pat> (( LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> ANything you need me to take? Any last minute suggestions?
<Scientists> <Computer> :: prompt shows countdown resuming :: ” 00:18…00:17…00:16…”
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Chance> Alot of C4. ))
<Scientists> ((<Chance> Bring me a souvinir, like a sombraro <Trina> … ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DEAD::))
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::curses! lol runs for that ladder now and scrambles up it!  reaches the top and breaks out into a full out run, going past the tents::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> Take every precaution you can. You could be walking into a war zone.
* Scientists is now known as Soldiers
<Trina_Korat> ::nods:: I’ll keep that mind.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Chance> A toothbrush.))
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Computer> ……. 00:05…. 00:04 ….. Have a nice day! ))
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> and I doubt I’ll have to ask you to be careful, but…. be careful. ::uneasy smile now::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!:: <evil skull ‘n bones>::smiles all happy with an n_n face::))
<Soldiers> :: note Felony running past :: What’s she running for? <Explosion> :: shakes the ground :: <Plume> :: of dust and flame, rises out of the hole XD ::
<Trina_Korat> I will. I promise. ::holds up a pinkie to swear::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::holds up his own pinkie and hooks it with hers:: Good.
<Soldiers> ((<Trina’s Pinkie> :: is known to be quite profane ::))
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::skids behind the rock now as their attention no doubt is now focused on the hole. XD grabs up her clothes and then continues on towards where she parked her motorcycle::
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Trina_Korat> ::then stands:: Again, hang in there, big guy. We’ll be back as soon as we can.
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Soldiers> <Air Raid Siren> :: starts to blair as troops regroup/try to determine what happened, distracted by the explosion ::
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance> I will, I promise.
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Chance> Once you leave, I’m eating a pound of chocolate then I’m going to watch really horrible romance movies. <Trina> that’s comforting. ))
<Hans_Lynx> <Fel>::huff puff reaches her bike after scaling that fence.  hides behind those rocks, quickly getting out of the soldier’s clothes and back to her own, stuffing soldier’s under a rock.  puts on helmet and zooms off back to the main road, not one roadblock is on, but one that leads back to the city::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( :3 ))
<Trina_Korat> ::nods, gives him another hug:: Now, close this place up and please go get some sleep. You’re in dire need of it.
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies, Gracie!::))
<Gracie_Pat> <Chance>::returns the hug:: Okay, I won’t argue with you… because I know I’ll lose. It’s been a slow day as is.
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::after an appropriate amount of time, returns to her flophouse of DOOM -g- and heads back to her office.  huffs and flops down on the sofa in there::
* Soldiers is now known as Creepling
* Gracie_Pat is now known as Shades
<Creepling> :: swoops through the hole it made earlier. Drops off another letter on Felony’s desk and then soars away ::
<Shades> (( <Letter> Where are my TACOS? ))
<Trina_Korat> Good. ::gives him a friendly punch on the arm and heads back to her car::
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony>::watches it come and go.:: That was fast… ::a bit unnerved.  gets up however and goes over to her desk. opens the letter to read::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Creepling> ((<Letter> “You blew up the wrong secret lair. I meant the OTHER one ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD::))
<Shades> (( ::laughing! ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Letter> That is your next errand.  Forget the firesauce and I’ll have you killed.))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD::))
<Shades> <Chance>::walks her out to her car, because he’s nice like that. Bids her a last good luck before heading inside and closing up shop::
<Creepling> <Letter> “You have completed the first task in a punctual manner. Be ready to receive more.”
<Trina_Korat> ::thanks him and heads on out to the airport to pick up the tickets::
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::smirks at this:: You’re welcome.
<Shades> (( <Mun>::Longs for a more comfortable compy chair >.< :: ))
<Trina_Korat> ))<Felony> How on earth does he get these letters here so fast? <Dark Kat> ::is “canonizing” creeplings from Latvia all the way to MKC::))
<Trina_Korat> ((cannonizing, even))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::laughs!::))
<Shades> (( <Dark Kat> ….. it makes for alot of amusement on my part. THough it really takes alot of black powder. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((:DIES!:: <Weather Center> ::Can’t figure out why there are so many pink glitches on their dopplar::))
<Shades> (( <Creepling>::lights a cannon laughiing:: <Cannon Creepling> AEIIEIEIIEIEIIEIEE ::BOOOM:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> <Felony> ::goes over to mini fridge inthe room and takes out a cold one.  opens it and has a drink::
<Shades> (( <Dark Kat> … And alot of misfires. <Old british lady>::has found creeplings in her roses:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies both!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DYING;;))
<Shades> ::can I harass da Ren? XD::
* Hans_Lynx is now known as Renegade
<Renegade> ::yes. yes you can.::
<Shades> ::yay! So is on her way home from…. going to the bank and all that jazz. Decides to ring up Ren. <.<::
<Renegade> <Josie> ::waiting on a certain someone to pick up certain tickets -g-::
<Trina_Korat> ::gets to the airport and heads towards the ticket counter::
<Renegade> ::answers phone:: Yes?
<Shades> (( <Josie> Going somewhere? <Trina> …. The Pattersons want a free trip, so I felt I would give it to them. <Josie> =___= ))
<Creepling> <Ticket Counter> :: has a pluckly looking receptionist working the counter ::
<Renegade> ((LOL))
<Shades> … You up for having a few drinks?
<Renegade> Already am.  ::takes a seat at her desk:: I hope this means you’ve finished your sales this week?
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies::))
<Shades> ::pushes in the lighter thing in her car, while putting a cig between her lips. Assumes Ren knows it’s her:: Oh yes… I definately am.
<Trina_Korat> Excuse me. ::to ticket counter person. XD::
<Shades> I feel like I need a few drinks, thought I would extend a invite to you because I hate drinking alone.
<Creepling> <Receptionist> Thank you for choosing Megakat Airways. How can I help you? ^_^
<Renegade> Enzo not available or requesting your service tonight? ::smirks though she can’t see. takes another drink::
<Trina_Korat> I came to pick up some tickets to Latvia. THey’re reserved under ‘Korat’.
<Shades> … Not tonight ::that I know of:: I think he’s still licking his wounds.
<Renegade> ::slight frown:: Licking his wounds?  What did you do to him, Nightshade?
<Shades> Nothing you should be worried about, it’s…. personal.
<Creepling> ((<Shades> But that never stops me. I usually invent friends when that happens, like my ol’ pals Drinky and Pukey. <Felony> Drinky and pukey? Are you drunk now? :: quirks an eyebrow :: <Shades> Drinky says he likes your hair, and Pukey’s whispering “kill kill kill” in my ear *hic*:: giggles, then falls over, crashing through Fel’s desk ::))
<Shades> (( ::dying!:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((:DIES:: Ouch. ))
<Renegade> ((::DIES!::))
<Shades> I just thought I’d ask. A simple ‘No’ would work, Ren.
<Renegade> Angering your boss isn’t exactly a good idea.
<Shades> I didn’t anger him. I just…. ::frowns:: …. I don’t want to talk about it. He’s not angry… just… frustrated.
<Trina_Korat> ((<Ren> Cus’ then you’ll end up as his taco errand girl))
<Creepling> <Receptionist> :: gets the tickets and hands them to her :: There you go. Thank you for choosing Megakat Airways ^_^
<Renegade> Maybe a drink right now wouldn’t be a good idea then.
<Trina_Korat> ::takes them:: Thank you. ::looks them over, making sure they’re all there, then starts heading back to her car::
<Renegade> <Josie> ::behind Trina when she turns ’round to leave::
<Trina_Korat> :then nearly jumps outta her skin when she sees Josie there::
<Renegade> <Josie>::a bit aways from the counter though lol:: Vacationing again are we?
<Trina_Korat> Yeah. Just thought I’d do a little sightseeing. ::dryly::
<Shades> ::Frowns at her phone:: … Maybe. I have the profits, I can either drop ‘em off at your flop house or you can come pick ‘em up.
<Trina_Korat> ::tries to walk around her, lol XD::
<Renegade> <Josie> Latvia… not your usual sightseeing spot.
<Renegade> <Josie>::walks alongside her -g-::
<Trina_Korat> Yeah, well, I heard Latvia’s got the best chocolate, right next to Switzerland.
<Renegade> I’ve just gotten back from buisness. Drop them off here.
<Shades> Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.
<Shades> ::hangs up XD::
<Creepling> ((<Latvian Tourist representative> Actually, that’s just a lie we threw together to try to get tourists here <Trina> Well, what do you have then? <Rep> Uh… lots of really neat uh…huh…:: scratches head ::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DIES::))
<Renegade> <Josie> The MBI is taking a few agents on this trip.  Considering everything that’s going on in the city, I’m surprised you’re going to such lengths to purchase chocolate.
<Shades> (( <Rep> BASKET WEAVING! @_____@ ))
<Renegade> ((LOL!))
<Creepling> ((::dies::))
<Trina_Korat> We’re all chocoholics. I thoght you knew that. ::smirks:
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Renegade> ::hangs up as well.::
<Renegade> ((:;dies!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Rep> And… and… CROCHET!))
<Shades> ::soon parks and enters Ren’s Flop house!::
<Renegade> <Josie> What I’m interested in knowing, Korat, ::stops now as they reach Trina’s car, turning ’round to lean against it and look at her fully:: is what it is that you know.
<Trina_Korat> ::rolls her eyes: I know how to sing, dance, and impersonate Elvis. Look, I’m really not in the mood to talk right now, Lyons.
<Renegade> ::awaits her in her room! don’t mind the new floral decor in the halls and all::
<Creepling> ((<Josie> Or conversely, what you don’t know that you think you know that I don’t know you know <Trina> … <Josie> I’m …watching…you… :: points to her eyes then to Tasha ::))
<Creepling> ((er, Trina XD <Tasha> … I just as confused as you are ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DEAD::))
<Shades> ::eyes the floral decor? The heck? ….. <.< Goes to Ren’s room and knocks on the door::
<Renegade> <Josie> ::smiles at her:: The thing is, you’re going to have to talk to me right now, Korat, if you don’t want to miss your flight for tomorrow evening.
<Trina_Korat> :snorks:: Or else, what?
<Creepling> <Josie’s Cellphone> :: rings with urgency XD ::
<Renegade> Who is it?
<Trina_Korat> Awww… too bad. I think that’s for you. :smirking::
<Renegade> <Josie> Just a moment.  :;answers:: Hello?
<Shades> Shady.
<Renegade> C’min!
<Creepling> <Informant> :: sounding panicked as there’s explosion noises audible in the background. Shouting something about the site in the desert being ‘sploded XD ::
<Shades> ::enters, hands in pockets:: I have come with money.
<Trina_Korat> ::rolls her eyes, reaches into her pocket for her car keys and fingers the panic button on the keychain to set off the car alarm::
<Trina_Korat> <Car Alarm> YOU ARE INVADING MY PERSONAL SPACE. STEP AWAY IMMEDIATELY.
<Trina_Korat> <Car Alarm> :Several high pitched noises and beeps follow. XD::
<Renegade> <Josie>::scowls at this:: I’ll attend to it – ::winces at the car alarm lol nearly jumped a foot:: immediately. ::hangs up and moves from the automobile lol::
<Renegade> ::motions her over:: Then let’s have it. ::takes nother drink of her cold one::
<Shades> ::pulls out the wad of cash wrapped up in a rubber band and offers it up to Ren::
<Trina_Korat> <Car Alarm> THANK YOU.
<Trina_Korat> ::silently thanks Jake for the alarm XD, gets into her car once she turns it off::
<Renegade> ::reaches out and takes it. starts counting silently::
<Renegade> <Josie> ::looks at Trina:: Another time, Korat.
<Trina_Korat> I’ll mark my calendar. Call me up. We’ll have tea. ::smirks, leaves XD::
<Renegade> <Josie>::leaves as well to head out to the desert facility::
<Trina_Korat> ((And, I need bed. @_@ ::hugs you three::))
<Renegade> ((::hugs:: Night Sagey!))
<Trina_Korat> ((Night all!))
* Trina_Korat has quit IRC (Quit: Ciao.)
<Renegade> ::counts again to double check then takes out Shady’s share:: Your cut.  ::holds it out to her:: Which will be the last time for awhile that I’ll be the one to pay you.
<Shades> ::takes the money from her, ears drooping alittle:: yeah. Bet you’ll be glad to stop seeing my mug.
<Renegade> ::smiles:: Not really.  Your promotion means I’m going to have to employ two or more kats to replace you in order to keep up.
<Renegade> <Josie>::soon arrives at the desert facility, assuming she can go past the roadblock and all alright -g-::
<Shades> …. Believe it or not I still want to deal nip.
<Creepling> <Facility> :: plumes of black smoke still coming out of the hole as troops move to try to put the fire out ::
<Renegade> ::grins:: You just want a reason to keep at your DJ jobs.
<Shades> I’m known for it and If I suddenly stop, I will most likely anger my customers.
<Shades> Maybe I am. I can’t help but love being a DJ.
<Renegade> Hey, if yer up for the extra work, then by all means, I’ll keep you.  Won’t give you as much mind you, no heavy loads.  Don’t want to annoy Enzo.
<Renegade> <Josie>::exits car and searches for the guy in charge::
<Shades> I can do with that. ::grins::
<Creepling> <Colonel> :: approaches Josie :: Director Lyons. We…didn’t know you would be arriving today…
<Renegade> Alright then.  If Enzo complains, I’ll remind him that you’re my biggest dealer and I can’t afford to loose you just for a dance partner.
<Shades> ::light chuckle:: I’ll remind him of that.
<Renegade> <Josie> Well now you know.  What happened?  I was informed that the bomb was disarmed?
<Shades> (( and now even I need sleep>.< ))
<Renegade> ((er no ? after disarmed.))
<Renegade> ((maw, nights GDK! ::hug::))
<Shades> ( (::hugs:: ))
<Creepling> <Colonel> Aparently it wasn’t. We’re still investigating this incident. We’ll let you know what we find.
<Shades> ::goes home after bidding a ‘see you later’::
* Shades has quit IRC (Quit: She’s a thriller… She’s a Killer… Spookshow baby!)
<Renegade> ::nods to that and will add this to the rest::
<Renegade> <Josie> I assume everything’s been destroyed down there?
<Creepling> <Colonel> Completely, by the looks of it.
<Renegade> <Josie> Just wonderful.  ::frowning::  Soon as that thing leaves and we get the chance at this again, some idiot messes up.  I want to be contacted as soon as you know anything. ::heads off::