Tessie talks with Mark about what happened but both are interrupted by Protocol. They hash things out a bit, Mark feeling that Tessie and Protocol shouldn’t expose the cyberbeings just yet. Annoyed Protocol leaves and two CKIA agents arrive looking for Fletch as well as the watch controller and collar Tessie brought. Mark hands them a fake and they leave after thinking Fletch is at the hospital.
Trina visits Fletch as he’s in the MBI infirmary. Scott lets the two be and speaks with Mark as Tessie has gone back home. Protocol takes this time to go visit Dr. Nyus and releases him from Enforcer holding. She takes him to one of Dark Kat’s old unused lairs and suddenly her kind offer turns into forced labor.
Fletch goes home with Trina, with the cyberdog Browser. Joe lets them all in and goes to attend to Cale while Trina and Fletch catch up on old times.
<Ana_Lytical> RPG Go!
<Tessie_Reed> ::then making her way to the mbi! bringing that collar she got off Chip in! ::
<Ana_Lytical> ::arrives at the MBI in the Mayor’s limo XD sorry Rexxy, after what I’ve been through, I deserve to use your car. -g-::
* Sagey is now known as Trina_Korat
<Ana_Lytical> ::exits when driver opens door. heads up the stairs wearing a nice rose pink skirt, jacket and white silk blouse. rose pink shoes to match. gold necklace ’round neck. miz stately. has briefcase in her hand and marches up the steps:: Let me see who’s signed in for the day.
<Ana_Lytical> <Tansy> Um… sure… ::nods for her to look at the sign in sheet/clipboard::
<Tessie_Reed> :will enter in after Prot, frowning slight but approaching Tansy anyway:: Is..one of the captains or Director Sulfur in today?
* Trina_Korat is now known as Mark_Sulfur
<Ana_Lytical> ::turns to Tess before the pixie can answer:: He is. Don’t tell me you’re only now just bringing that in? ::frowning::
<Tessie_Reed> I am. I needed some time to handle things that happened in my own way.
<Tessie_Reed> ::will head on back to see Director Sulfur then! doesn’t feel like talking to Prot::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::is on the phone… yelling at Rex. XD::
<Ana_Lytical> ::going after her lol as she wishes to speak to Mark as well:: <Tansy> … hrmph. ::returns to whatever craft she’s working on lately involving office supplies::
<Tessie_Reed> ::goes to Mark’s door and knocks!::
<Mark_Sulfur> …. and that’s final! I don’t care who or WHAT you so happen to be, go choke up a hairball! ::slams the phone down! XD::
<Ana_Lytical> ::ears perk hearing Mark. surprised at the Director’s outburst::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::huffs:: Come in.
<Tessie_Reed> ::will open door and try to shut it in Prot’s face. XD:: Director Sulfur. I came to give this to you. ::holding up that collar::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::frowns:: This part of the reason why Former Agent Ryder is in the infirmary?
<Tessie_Reed> Yes, sir. ::handing it over:: I suppose he briefed you on what occured?
<Ana_Lytical> ::started to go in after when the door goes towards her face lol. hisses and backs up. will let it shut. she can wait. listens in though XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> Some of it.
<Tessie_Reed> ::nods;: I appologise for not bringing this sooner. I was…taking some time to let sink in what happened. I fear that as another of my breathren has said, our days of having a quiet life are over.
<Mark_Sulfur> :sighs through his nose:: CKIA… ::shakes his head::
<Tessie_Reed> ::nods again:: I just wanted to bring that by, and to see if my application for employment here has been approved.
<Mark_Sulfur> You do realize you’re gonna have to lay low from now on.
<Tessie_Reed> Maybe. Unless the city gets a positive vision of who we really are.
<Ana_Lytical> ::attempts to open the door at that statement:: Which I have a plan for. ::pokes head in thar lol lookin’ perturbed::
<Tessie_Reed> ::Frowns, glaring slightly at Protocol and stepping aside to let her in::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::frowns with:: What do you want?
<Ana_Lytical> ::goes in the office all the way, shutting door behind herself:: Several things, Director. Now that you’re back.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::growls:: What?
<Tessie_Reed> ::stepping over to the side to listen!::
<Ana_Lytical> First perhaps we should deal with the problem Glitch has brought to your attention.
<Mark_Sulfur> No. How about first we deal with that nutjob you have as a running mate?
<Ana_Lytical> Octavio Rex? ::smirks:: Since when is he a nutjob?
* Kutlass has joined
<Ana_Lytical> ((Hey Kutlass!))
<Kutlass> ((Heyas, everybody!))
* Ana_Lytical sets mode: +o Kutlass
<Tessie_Reed> ((hey Kutlass! ::glomps!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> Gee, you want a list?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Heys!))
* Kutlass is now known as Fletch_Ryder
<Tessie_Reed> Sir, do I need to leave? I can go speak with Agent Ryder if you like while you two discuss this.
<Ana_Lytical> Let’s quit with the pointless mudslinging, Director. There are more important matters at hand.
<Ana_Lytical> Maybe we should have Ryder come here.
<Mark_Sulfur> He’s in the infirmary being treated.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::is on a cot, or something, still a little weak, but for the most part fully healed::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> :has been checking up on him. Is he conscious? XD::
<Tessie_Reed> ((GASP! ::blinks and rubs eyes:: Is that…the thought to be long dead Scott?! ::Flees!::))
<Tessie_Reed> should we go see him there then?
<Fletch_Ryder> ::is awake, insisting that Furklaw can remove the IVs::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((Yeah!! Where’s that little donut monger been?.. and where’s all the donuts?! XD))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Oh, he comes and goes on call. XD))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> You lost a lot of blood. Can’t let you get up ’til you’re able to walk.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Scott> I only do house visits, and the only house I visit is mine! Besides, I’m too expensive for you guys.))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEADDEAD!!!! XD))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIIIES!:: <Mark>::Frowns at today’s donut bill:: $1000 ?!?!?! <Others> ::point at Scott:: <Scott>::has taletell powder on his nose from the powdered donuts::
<Tessie_Reed> ))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DIES::))
<Fletch_Ryder> Well, doctor, you haven’t given me a chance to walk. ::half-smiling, trying to sit up::
<Ana_Lytical> Well? ::to Mark::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> I suggest you stay where you are, Ryder. ::smirks:: B’sides, your ex-partner sees you walking, she’ll have MY head.
<Mark_Sulfur> Don’t bother him. ::Arms crossed:: What is it you want, Lytikat?
<Fletch_Ryder> ::lays back down:: Trina.. she’s here?
<Ana_Lytical> ::takes a seat:: To discuss the issue concerning mine and Glitch’s kind first off since she’s here.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> She stopped by to see if you were still among the living then went back home. Why, want me to call ‘er?
<Tessie_Reed> ::will plop down in a chair there, wanting to get this over with. Just wanted to drop off the collar and leave::
<Mark_Sulfur> There’s nothing to discuss aside the CKIA being sneaky and underhanded.
<Tessie_Reed> <Joe>::no calling my wife! No other tom is allowed to call my wife!! @___@ ::
<Tessie_Reed> SHe is right, Director Sulfur. We can’t hide much longer. the public is going to find out sooner or later about us.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::not even my brother? O_o::
<Ana_Lytical> Do you want your friends like her here to be hunted on a regular and legal basis? Do you want the public to fear her and by extention the MBI if its learned that Cyberkats have helped you here?
<Shades> (( <Mun>::just thinking of who to play XD she’s being indecisive :B :: ))
<Ana_Lytical> ((lol))
<Fletch_Ryder> No, that won’t be necessary. I probably won’t be around very much longer anyway.
<Tessie_Reed> <Joe>::not even him! could be another tom there with him that tries to talk to you!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Ohhhhhhhmmmmmmmm XD))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> You’ll live. ::completely missing his point. XD::
<Ana_Lytical> ((::snorks!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::V8′
<Mark_Sulfur> s Joe::
<Tessie_Reed> <Joe>:: I don’t want a V8!::
<Mark_Sulfur> So what do you want me to do? Go out into the public and tell them? Cuz’ Rex is trying to race me to it. ::looks to Ana::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::smirks, eyeing Scott, then pulls his hands up under his head:: This is nice.
<Ana_Lytical> … whot do you mean? ::first she’s heard of this::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::Nyus being held at the MBI or with Enforcers?::
<Ana_Lytical> :;hasn’t discussed plans of going public with him yet lol so she’s caught off guard::
<Ana_Lytical> <Enforcers> ::probably them since they were the ones who came later::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::gotcha’, what mun was thinking::
<Mark_Sulfur> If you heard me yelling at him on the phone, he’s completely lost it. He’s gone as far as to reveal the cyberkats all with the intention to shut us down, even if means exposing his own deputy mayor.
<Ana_Lytical> Reveal us how exactly? ::tail tip flicks a few times::
<Mark_Sulfur> On the other hand, it’d probably be good PR since you’re “trustworthy”. ::to Ana::
<Tessie_Reed> ::eyes widen:: Oh no….
<Mark_Sulfur> ::motions to Ana:: Case in point.
<Tessie_Reed> ::worried now. doesn’t like the idea of Rex exposing them at all::
<Ana_Lytical> I am willing to be exposed, since OTHER good examples would rather not help. ::glare at Tessie a moment lol::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Rex> But never you fear, fair citizens as my trustworthy Deputy Mayor is indeed a Cyberkat as well, proving- <Sloab> Hey! That lady stole my VW van!! <Rex> That she will be thrown into the nearest lake immediately.))
<Ana_Lytical> Anything to see to it that cyberbeings are seen in a good and positive manner.
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DIES!!::))
<Tessie_Reed> ((:::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::SOOODEAD!!::))
<Tessie_Reed> I doubt you are the best example to show them, Deputy Mayor.
<Ana_Lytical> I’m the only example. Why would you say otherwise? I even worked here for awhile.
<Mark_Sulfur> Is that what you want? ::to Ana, smirking:: Because a lot of Manx supporters will be convinced you rigged the elections.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> So really… you gonna head back to CKIA after this?
* Shades is now known as _Gracie_
<Ana_Lytical> I have no choice. If I don’t go out first with us positively, the CKIA or others will about us negatively. Either way I will be suspected. I’m condemned no matter whot.
<Ana_Lytical> At least positively will keep cyberbeings from being hunted. Investigations can be done to determine whether or not I was involved, WHICH before you even ask, I was not.
<Mark_Sulfur> Try convincing the rest of MKC of that.
<Tessie_Reed> ::nervous now! knows its whats coming but still nervous::
<Ana_Lytical> I plan on it, Director. Maybe if I had some back up as well, Glitch. ::scowls at her::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Glitch> ::waves her Swiss flag, razzing::))
<Ana_Lytical> ((LOL!))
<Tessie_Reed> I will do my best. because its coming wether or not I like it. And I do not know exactly how many biologicals saw us yesterday.
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIES!::)
<Ana_Lytical> One is too many. The Enforcers have custody of the CKIA doctor in charge of the Browser project. Whether or not he’s spilled his secrets which would reveal his own guilt behind it, I’m not sure.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::rubs at his eyes. Isn’t sure if that’s what he wanted::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> So really… you gonna head back to CKIA after this? ::in case Fletchmun missed. XD::
<Ana_Lytical> ::opens her briefcase and flops some papers down on Mark’s desk in front of him:: My psychiatrist has finished the MBI’s evaluations. They’re positive in nature, you’re cleared for continuing on having sharp, clever and mentally healthy agents.
<Mark_Sulfur> :mock gasps::Oh, really?! And, here I thought they were hopeless nutjobs out for blood!
<Fletch_Ryder> ::eep, mun did miss:: Honestly, I doubt that, doctor. I have a feeling I’m too idealistic for their type of work. More likely, they’ll throw me in a government prison somewhere for aiding in a rogue operation.
<Ana_Lytical> ::glares at him, speaking in a low and threatening tone:: If that’s the report you want handed in to city council, I suggest you quit with the smart alec attitude and agree to help me- er us ::motioning to Glitch and herself:: out on this matter with cyberbeings’ PR.
<_Gracie_> (( <Lytical> That’s only Chris and Cole’s jobs. <Mark> Har har. ))
<Ana_Lytical> ((LOL!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Mark> Out for Blood!! HAHAHAHAHA! …HA! That’s a joke! <Prot> I get it… <Mark> Good! Only tom-foolery! No vampires here!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Voice> He better not. I’ll kick his tail myself. <Scott> :sighs:: I thought you went home? ::to the door::
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIIIIES!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::ears perk, hearing the voice, rolls his head to look towards the door::
<Mark_Sulfur> Really. Then you tell ME HOW Rex ended up being Mayor? For that matter, why did my vote read “Rex “when it clearly read “Manx” AFTER the Mafia jumped me?
<Tessie_Reed> ::frowns:: He doesn’t have to help, Protocol. I won’t threaten a biological to gain somethign for ourselves.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::issa with Cale;: He missed his Mommy. ::smirks, then to Fletch:: Hey, sleeping beauty.
<Ana_Lytical> I don’t know! ::slams fists on his desk:: I wish I did! Why would I be so foolish to make it an obvious win with one vote?! Why would I put my own position in jeopardy like that? I’m TRYING to do the right thing and live among you biologicals and yet things continue to dictate that I can’t! ::glares at Tessie:: You won’t stand up for your own kind, Glitch, that’s what you won’t do, but I will!
<Tessie_Reed> ((<Cale> is this my da da too? <Joe>::beats head::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::smiles:: Hey. Long time no see.
<Ana_Lytical> ::eyes glowing electric blue now lol, all worked up she is::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<Tessie_Reed> ::Standing up:: I won’t harm another biological to further myself! I won’t become one of them!
<Mark_Sulfur> Simmer down. ::to Ana, warningly::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!! <Fletch> I’m gonna’ teach ya’ how ta’ throw, kid, and how ta’ tackle, and how to catch a ball! <Cale> Alright! Dad only shows me how to handle guns! <Joe> GRRRR!))
<Tessie_Reed> ::lol! her yelling isn’t a loud yell though. more of a controlled one.::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((:dying!:: <Jake> Hey, hey! I’m all about throwing, tackling, firing and flying! <Fletch and Joe> ::beat up Jake::))
<Mark_Sulfur> Both of you.
<Tessie_Reed> ::Frowns, sitting down:: Yes, sir. ::lol! obedient!::
<Ana_Lytical> ::stands:: You two are worthless, both of you. Neither of you understand anything!
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> I’ll say. You stopped writing. ::smiles softly, goes to at hug him gently::
<Mark_Sulfur> Sit. ::to Ana, warning tone in his voice::
<Tessie_Reed> ((<Mark>::busts out the spritz bottle. squirts water on Prot:: BAD! NO! SIT! ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<Ana_Lytical> Sit… SIT?! And do whot?! Nothing?! I can’t, Sulfur, I can’t! You don’t know whot’s at stake! I won’t let anything happen to my kind, to my Driver! ::eyes go back to normal, watering up dawww see she’s got a heart somewhere XD even if it’s three sizes too small. XD::
<Ana_Lytical> ((::snorks!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ….who?
<Fletch_Ryder> Yeah, things sorta’- ::caught off guard by the hug, but gratefully returns it with one arm before releasing::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Scott> I’ll…go see if there’s more coffee… ::skeedaddles out:: Scream if she tries anything. <Trina> :leggoes Fletch to sit, then to Scott;: Ooout. :pointing:: <Scott> ::snickering, leaves::
<Ana_Lytical> ::sits down now and looks away. curse these emotions that make me leak water outta my eyes! -g- :: Just… just someone important to me.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Prot> That’s it, I’m stealing Groundhog’s Day, and none of you can stop me! ::runs out:: <Mark’n Tessie> ::shrug::))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::dead!::))
<Tessie_Reed> ::sighs at Ana then looks at Mark:: She is right that we need to take action. I just think we should make a more calm and calculated approach to it rather than just going out and saying “here we are!”
<Mark_Sulfur> ::calmly now;; He a Cyberbeing, too?
<Fletch_Ryder> ::chuckles some at Scott, offering a small salute with a wink to him::
<Ana_Lytical> ::doesn’t answer. lets Tess talk::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> How’re you feeling? ::as she sits Cale on her lap::
<Mark_Sulfur> Well, I’m all ears.
<Fletch_Ryder> Used. Abused. What else is new, huh? ::smiles down at Cale:: Now, Trina, don’t tell me this handsome guy is yours.
<Tessie_Reed> I do not have a solution at this moment, but I do think perhaps a controlled interview with someone in the press is our best option. Perhaps the deputy Mayor here with myself. Your Captain Korat is good friends with the news media woman Ann Gora, correct?
<_Gracie_> (( <Trina> In a way! He’s me and Jake’s love child! ^____^ <Ryder> o.o ))
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Joe> ::zips to the MBI! diaperbag haphazardly on shoulder with a few things flying out of it. Cale in arm, pants as he reaches entrance:: Someone’s hugging my wife!! <Tansy> … Um…. what? <Joe> Tansy! Smoothie me! ::marches inside, Cale making happy noises along the way::))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::chuckles some, then nods:: My one and only. Joe and I adopted him not too long ago. He was left on our doorstep.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((Lol!!both))
<Ana_Lytical> ((:;dies!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::SOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> My question is if you are ready to expose yourselves like that? ::to Ana:: You can always shut the guy up in a two by three.
<Fletch_Ryder> No kidding? Paw. At least it worked out for both parties in the end. How’s Joe?
<Ana_Lytical> That isn’t an option… ::collecting herself again. huffs:: Too many kats that shouldn’t know do.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Cale> ;:coos, waving arms at Fletch:: <Trina> At home, taking a break from being captain. ::chuckles:; He’s making Jason do some work now.
<Tessie_Reed> I think its time, Director Sulfur. At least in a controlled environment we stand a chance of not having a lot of kats that get scared and come for us right then and there.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::rubs at his eyes:: I still don’t think it’s a wise choice.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Kat> ::wearing a black trenchcoat and fedora suddenly walks through the MBI’s front doors, looking around with a kat almost identical looking behind him::
<Ana_Lytical> <Tansy> ::smiles:: Hello sirs, may I help you? :;at front desk today::
<_Gracie_> ::was about to as Tansy about if she wanted a smoothie, stops and looks at these two kats at the front desk::
<Mark_Sulfur> ;;then softly:: What happened, Fletch? Why did you go back to the CKIA? After what happened…?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((TRINA))
<Tessie_Reed> We are left with few choices, Mark. I am all ears if you have another suggestion.
<Tessie_Reed> ((^Director Sulfur instead of Mark))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::takes one of Cale’s flailing hands inbetween his finger and thumb, playing with it:: Good. That’s good. And your brother?
<Ana_Lytical> Then we are doomed. :;stands, closes her case:: It wouldn’t matter anyway… history is doomed to repeat itself… at least where some matters are concerned.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> Working. ::smiles:: <Cale> ::squeals, grinning::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Kat> ::pulls out a badge, flashing it at any agent present:: I’m with the CKIA. I believe you have one of our guys.
<Ana_Lytical> <Tansy> ::blinks, looks at Gracie:: We do?
<_Gracie_> ::tilts her head:: ….. ::folds her arms in front of her chest:: What lead you to believe that, sir?
<Fletch_Ryder> ::turns eyes from her and Cale:: It’s.. complicated. They found out a lot about the MBI because of me, more than they should’ve.
<Mark_Sulfur> The Cyberkats?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((TRINA, dangit! ><OO
<Ana_Lytical> ((LOL! ::pats Sagey::))
<Mark_Sulfur> I think you should lay low until we bring that election thing to a close. We’re still investigating it.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Kat> Because we’re the CKIA. It’s our job to know. ::putting away badge:: May I see a superior.
<Tessie_Reed> ((<Gracie> Why yes. I believe yours is at CKIA HQ. Go see him! <Guys>::shrug and leave!:: <Gracie> ::Blinks:: Well that was easy…))
<Mark_Sulfur> )):DIES!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> Yeah. ::with a sigh, letting go of Cale’s hand::
<Ana_Lytical> I refuse to “lay low”. ::turns now and exits Mark’s office. got a bone to pick with Rex… and Nyus XD::
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DEAD::))
<_Gracie_> ::mouth goes to thin line:: Director Sulfur is in his office, if you wish to see him.
<Tessie_Reed> ::sighs, watching her go then stands:: I am sorry, Director Sulfur. I will lay low if you think that is best.
<Tessie_Reed> But I do feel the day we will be revealed is at hand.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Kat> I do. Where would that be? ::turning to his associate, holding a hand up for him to stay::
<Ana_Lytical> ::enters lobby where she’ll eye the CKIA kats as she goes past Gracie ‘n them to the doors of exiting::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> I was afraid of that happening.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::offers to let him hold Cale::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> Is this “Browser” thing part of all this?
<_Gracie_> ::ears go back slightly, then tells him the directions to get up there::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::nods:: The government, once realizing the reality of the Cyberkats, immediately wanted countermeasures developed that could neutralize the threat they posed. Browser was the result of that.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Kat> ::briskly walks up to Sulfer’s office, where he knocks if the door isn’t already open:: <Associate> ::hangs back in the lobby, standing rigidly by the front door, eyes Prot on her way out::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> Which makes sense, I suppose, if they don’t have a purpose or are programmed to be threatening… I guess I can understand their paranoia.
<Ana_Lytical> ::goes down steps and gets into awaiting limo. has it go to City Hall. pondering things over for the ride::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs:: Yes?
<Ana_Lytical> <Tansy> ::issa quiet. whispers to Gracie:: DO we have one of their men here?
<_Gracie_> ::quietly back:: I do believe so. There was a tom in the infirmary I didn’t recongize, so I connected the two.
<Tessie_Reed> ::glances to the door now at the knock!::
<_Gracie_> (( ::tee hees, drew Clarice XD:: ))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Kat> ::enters Mark’s office:: Director Sulfur, I’m Special Agent Tanner with the CKIA. We’re here to see our Agent Ryder.
<Ana_Lytical> <Tansy> ::nods to Gracie. looks back at the remaining CKIA kat, feeling uncomfortable::
<Tessie_Reed> ::Frowns now, trying to slink into the corner and not be noticed. lol! wants no part of the CKIA::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Associate> ::was bred to strike uncomfort in the hearts of others!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::Arches a brow:: You guys again?
<Ana_Lytical> ((LOL!))
<Tessie_Reed> ((LOL!!))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> We don’t have much time, there’s a plane waiting to take us back to Langley. We need any and all items you recovered from the incident involving our project Browser.
<Mark_Sulfur> “Items?”
<Mark_Sulfur> Your agents are “items?”
<_Gracie_> (( <Mark> ::puts a small paper bag on the desk:: That’s all we have. <Tanner> What is it? <Mark> … here’s a hint.. it’s stinky and smelly and comes from dogs. <Tanner> =___= ))
<Tessie_Reed> ::blinks, then gently slides that watch off. stlil had it on and still had the collar unless Mark took it. In any case will hide any items she has in behind his bookcase or whatever there quietly.::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> I beg the question – is he vicious? ::meaning the Browser::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> No, we’re refering to a mechanism we believe Peruz and Nyus developed outside of our knowledge. We believe its some sort of mind-control device. Since our agent’s here, we assume the technology to be here as well.
<Fletch_Ryder> He can be, if ordered, if threatened, if protecting. For the most part, he’s just a dog. Chews shoes, chases cars, and always wants petted.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::arches a brow, immediately realizing it’s what Tessie brought to him: Unless you have a warrant, that’s classified as evidence.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> Can I see ‘im? ::now curious::
<Tessie_Reed> ::Lol! hasn’t returned the watch yet. was coming to do that before got side tracked::
<Tessie_Reed> ::staying back and quiet. doesn’t know if this Agent Tanner would know her or anyone else from the project or not::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> ::reaches into his coat, pulling out a folded document. puts down a warrant, from the desk of the high Judicial Court, on his desk::
<_Gracie_> (( <Mark> You always carry search warrants? <Tanner> They’re great when the IBS kicks in. ))
<Fletch_Ryder> I.. don’t exactly know where he is. Last I knew, Tessie Reed had him in her possession.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((DEAD!!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!! <Mark> What? You want it in a different color? ::pulls out a colorful handful of warrants:: We spread these around like candy!))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::dead::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((^Tanner))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::dies!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> Fine, fine. ::reaches into his desk::
<Tessie_Reed> (::DIIIES!:: <Tanner> oooo the elusive Pink one! I heard the deputy Mayor had all those! <Mark>::Shrugs:: Myeh…we did her a couple of favors.))
<_Gracie_> (( ::rolling:: ))
<Tessie_Reed> ::eyes widen. mouthing a “NO!” To Mark, shaking her head::
<Mark_Sulfur> Here. ::hands them a watch;: Its’ all we have here.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!))
<Tessie_Reed> ::blinkies, then sorta relaxes:: <Good…thank you, Sir….> :thinking to herself::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> I”ll have to ask her, then. <Cale> ::coos again, reaching out for Fletch::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> ::takes watch from Mark, scrutinizing it. then shrugs, and pockets it:: Now if I may see Agent Ryder and Browser.
<Mark_Sulfur> Agent Ryder is in the hospital, last I checked.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> That’s funny, because when we talked with an Agent Hertz earlier, he told us he was in your infirmiry. ::giving him a look::
<_Gracie_> (( <Mark> ….. Hertz thinks the coffee maker is a alien. Why believe anything he says? <Hertz> and the toaster oven is the mothership! ))
<Fletch_Ryder> Yeah, it’d probably be a good idea to secure him. He’s completely obedient to whoever is controlling him.
<Mark_Sulfur> The doctor insisted he was in severe need of a blood transfer for a blood type that none of our agents have.
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DEAD!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Mark> Jock +. <Fletch> Like, duuuude.))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEADDEAD!!!!::))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> You mean whoever has the watch…?
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> ::frowns, turning around:: Excuse me, Director. I need to make a call to confirm that. ::whips out cell phone, dialing::
<Tessie_Reed> ::Frowning, mouthing a thank you to Mark when Tanner isn’t looking::
<Mark_Sulfur> ;;shrugs:: <Hospital> ::picks:: Megakat City Memorial.
<_Gracie_> (( <Hospital Nurse> Yes? <Tanner> Do you have a Fletch Ryder as a patient? <Nurse> We have twelve Fletch Ryders… which one are you looking for? <Tanner> … the one with Eugene as a middle name. <Nurse> That one is giving birth to quads. ))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::nods:: The watch serves as his command relay. It can also store him, or another Cyberkat.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> … CKIA watch “Pokemon” much?
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DIES:: A girl with Eugene for a middle name? Poor thing. -g-))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::raises brow, then laughs:: Um, what?
<Tessie_Reed> ))”"DOOOOES!”"__
<Tessie_Reed> ((er…diies….::fingers on wrong keys::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> My name’s Tanner, I’m with the government, and I need you to find out for me it a patient by the name of Fletch Ryder has been checked in there.
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::grins:: C’mon. “Browser! I choose you!”
<Fletch_Ryder> ((^if))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::snorks Trina!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Hospital> One moment, sir. ::typeytypetype::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::laughs:: And I’m the one the government put through psychiatric treatment.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> ::waiting, looking over his shoulder at Mark, and then notices Tess there::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::laughs with::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((TRINA))
<Mark_Sulfur> <Hospital> Sir, we do have a Fletch Ryder…
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Tanner> What’s so funny!? What are you hiding!! The truth is out there!! <Mark> Er.. your flies open..?))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEADDEAD::))
<Tessie_Reed> ((<Mark> uh..uh…your nose is running! <Tanner> WHERE?! <Mark>…..out the door! <Tanner>….::Takes off running out the door: Come back noooose!))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> ::eyebrows raise, turning back around quickly:: Don’t allow him to leave until we get there. Thank you. ::hangs up::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Hospital> But sir…! ::hung up!::
<Tessie_Reed> ::Staying put in her little corner of the room. lol! not saying a wooooord XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<_Gracie_> (( <Nurse>:::blinks at the hang up:: Hey Betty dn’t let the corpse leave 213 apparentally it’s being claimed. <Betty> but it stinks….. ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies::))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::dead!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> Thank you for your cooperation, Director. ::pockets cell phone and briskly leaves::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ;:just nods::
<Tessie_Reed> ::watching him go then lets out a sigh of relief:: That was close…::once he’s gone::
<Mark_Sulfur> I know. ::calls Scott over::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> ::comes marching back through the lobby, snaps at his Associate, and the two exit::
<Tessie_Reed> Do you wish me to take my leave, sir? I think we are done, are we not? I would like to speak with Agent Ryder before I leave.
<Ana_Lytical> <Tansy> ::waves at them as they exit::
<Mark_Sulfur> Go ahead. ::then to Scott:: We gotta move Ryder outta here.
<Tessie_Reed> ::nods and hurries out! hurrying to the infirmary! will knock lightly on the door as she gets there! seeing Trina in there already::
<Tessie_Reed> ::oh and snagged that watch and all before she left so she could return it::
<Ana_Lytical> ::is Dr. Nyus still in Enforcer custody?::
<_Gracie_> ::had snuck away when the two agents left XD::
<Fletch_Ryder> Well, now that Furklaw’s gone, I guess it’s time to make my great escape. ::sitting himself up:: I need to locate Browser, which means I need to see- ::looks up at the door, blinks:: Tessie.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::is wallowing in pain in a cell XD::
<Mark_Sulfur> <Trina> ::looks to Tessie:: Hey there.
* Mark_Sulfur is now known as Trina_Korat
<_Gracie_> ((<Ryder> How do you do that? <Tessie> I Felt a tremor in the Force. ))
<Tessie_Reed> ::smiles at them:: Hello. Are you feeling better, Agent Ryder?
<Tessie_Reed> ((LOL!))
<Fletch_Ryder> I’m alive, thanks to you.
<Ana_Lytical> ::ah how wonderful! XD if the mun can handle it, she has arrived at EHQ and asks to speak with him personally. can be denied this request iffan needed::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!))
<Tessie_Reed> ::walking over to them:: That is good. And how are you, Agent Korat?
<Ana_Lytical> ::thanks to HER?!?! She couldn’t repair a skinned knee with her panicing! XDDD::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Enforcers> ::well.. it *is* the Deputy Mayor. lead her back to his holding cell:: <Nyus> ::sitting there, dabbing at a cut on his forehead with a cloth::
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Tess>::razz! beams!:: <Prot> ::nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I’ll just go eat woooorms… ;_;::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIES!::))
<_Gracie_> (( Kitty’s off to bed, apparentally my brain and my compy both chose not to work for me. ))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::laughs and pats teh Gracie:: NIght ladyma’am!))
<Tessie_Reed> ((nights shady! ::hugs:))
<Trina_Korat> ((Maw! ::hugs:: Night, hon!))
<_Gracie_> ((Nights.))
<Fletch_Ryder> Tessie, where’s Browser. That information I sent you.. does he still have it?
* @_Gracie_ Quit (Quit: As Fraked up as it all may seem.. I stretch myself beyond my means)
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Tess> Browser… ::sniffles:: he’s at the pound! That evil Catrina plans on making her and the other Pound Puppies into coats and then turn the empty pound into a home for pampered felines! ))
<Ana_Lytical> ((making him^))
<Tessie_Reed> ::nods:: I have him. ::holding out the watch to him:: He is resting in my computer. He uploaded the files there but I am certain they are still on his system as well.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!~::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Tess> All dogs go to heaven, right?! <Browser> ::barking the death march::))
<Ana_Lytical> Dr. Nyus. You’re awake.
<Trina_Korat> ((::dead!::))
<Tessie_Reed> Oh and…an Agent Tanner was just here looking for you. ::Frowns:: You should hide soon. Director Sulfur just sent him to the hospital looking for you. I am sure it will not take long for him to return here.
<Tessie_Reed> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::Dies!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Yes, unfortunately. ::looks up, then just rolls his eyes and moans:: Really, I’m not in the mood.
<Trina_Korat> ;groans:: Great. ;:to Ryder:: Think Brett can give yuo a place to hide ’til we find something out?
<Fletch_Ryder> Good. ::takes the watch from her, slipping it on, and tapping it:: I’m going to bring him here. Those files just may be enough to get me dishonorably decommissioned from the CKIA, and not stuck in Leavenworth.
<Trina_Korat> ((Brent, even))
<Ana_Lytical> To be released on bail?
<Tessie_Reed> I can take care of that if you need me too. I can have you decommissioned and have your paperwork printed here.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Fletch> Yeah, I’ll have Brett Farve hide me! ::ends up in a giant cheese wedge XD::))
<Tessie_Reed> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> No word on that. They just told me I’m being moved.
<Ana_Lytical> Moved? When?
<Fletch_Ryder> No, I can’t let you guys risk it. <Browser> ::zappies into the room, jumping on top of Fletch and barking::
<Trina_Korat> <Cale> ::squeals at seeing the doggie!::
<Tessie_Reed> ::jumps some when he appears then calms down and looks at Fletch:: you risked more than that for me and my kind. It is nothing to hack the CKIA database and take care of it. I have already hacked it once.
<Trina_Korat> Oh, now don’t you start. ::in that “don’t make me mad” tone to Fletch::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Oh, I imagine sometime today. The government has a word or two for me, I imagine.
<Ana_Lytical> They aren’t the only ones. You’ve gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.
<Fletch_Ryder> Hurk! ::catches the big dog, and goes flopping back onto the bed, getting a terrible licking:: Down! Heel, boy! ::manages to shove him off, and get back to his feet::
<Tessie_Reed> Just say the word, Agent Ryder. I will take care of it.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::grins, chuckling:: You don’t have to tell me that, my sparky friend.
<Trina_Korat> Tessie, you think you can heal him completely? ::as she reaches a hand out for Browser so that it knows she’s not hostile::
<Tessie_Reed> All the work a cyberkat can do has been done. He simply needed blood whenever Protocol left his body.
<Ana_Lytical> Aren’t you concerned with whot they’ll do to you once you’re in their hands?
<Fletch_Ryder> No. If they do catch you and identify you as a Cyberkat, it’ll wreck any standing you may have with them. This whole thing could start all over again. I’ll show them what I gathered on Peruz and Nyus, plead my case in knowing nothing about their breaking contact with the CKIA, and hope for the best.
<Trina_Korat> Wouldn’t that throw you into jail? ::worried::
<Fletch_Ryder> Maybe, for a bit, but it’s better than dragging anyone else into this.
<Tessie_Reed> ::sighs:: We do not want to see you in jail for this, Agent Ryder.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::shrugs:: My dear, when you’ve grown as old and sinister as I have, you understand that beaurocracy can be a wonderful thing. I’ll be put away, but I’ll be comfortable.
<Trina_Korat> And, how much is “a bit”? ::Arms crossed:: I don’t want this whole mess since you left to repeat itself, Fletch.
<Ana_Lytical> I can make you more comfortable, doctor.
<Fletch_Ryder> The CKIA’s not stupid. ::pauses, giving a bit of a shrug:: This incident aside. I bet you anything they still want someone to stay here and watch the situation. If I can clear my name, I would be the best candidate.
<Trina_Korat> Then let us help you. We’re witnesses.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Oh yes, I’m sure your just itching to make my life comfy-cozy, Deputy. ::brushing her off:: Why don’t you just go find a surge protector to have a big party in with all your friends.
<Tessie_Reed> Heh…I probably would not be the best one to vouch for him, Agent Korat. They would not take kindly to him befriending a cyberkat I am certain.
<Ana_Lytical> Save the poor attempts at wounding my feelings and listen. ::takes hold of the bars of his cell:: I’m interested in that collar technology of yours, Nyus. ::talking quietly, has camera pointing away from her and the sound muted some::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::thinking on that:: If it comes to that, it’ll be your decision. I don’t want to force you to expose yourself.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Browser> ::Sniffs Trina’s hand, licking it::
<Trina_Korat> This isn’t forcing. It’s our decision. ::smirks:: And, you know how stubborn we can be. ::rubs Browser behind the ears now::
<Tessie_Reed> ((<Fletch> You don’t have any food stuffs on your hand do you? <Trina> Er…I cooked bacon for breakfast. <Fletch>….pull your hand away slowly….and leave the room quietly…and he won’t take your hand off…))
<Trina_Korat> (::dies!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::puzzled expression, looking at her now:: What, can’t get a cyberboyfriend? Honestly, Deputy, don’t bother toying with me.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::diiies!::))
<Ana_Lytical> Has the collar been tested on… biologicals, doctor?
<Fletch_Ryder> <Browser> ::thumps floor with his tail, eyes squinting:: <Fletch> Yeah. ::nodding with a half-grin:: Okay, lets get him hooked up to a computer before those guys get back. ::starting for the door::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> It had to be, to make sure it would actually work and we wouldn’t be stuck with a raving mad Cyberkat on our hands. Haha! Do you realize I made Peruz do the macerena!
<Trina_Korat> <Cale> ::giggles, paws at Browser’s nose:: <Trina> ::nods;; Alright. But not here. Those guys are gonna be back. It’s best if we do it someplace they wouldn’t bother looking.
<Tessie_Reed> The files are already uploaded to one of my computers, so that is a backup.
<Fletch_Ryder> Okay, we’ll print them out there. <Browser> ::sniffs at Cale, snorting as his muzzles’ grabbed::
<Ana_Lytical> ::chuckles:: I would enjoy seeing that actually. ::smirks then looks at him seriously:: The government will never allow you to experiment, to further your research as much as you’d like. I however can make arrangements for you, even help you personally with my experience and knowledge.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Bah! Me!? Work *under* a Cyberkat?! Preposterous! ::crossing arms, indignant::
<Trina_Korat> <Cale> ::squeals all happy:: <Trina> C’mon. ;;motions:: We’ll do it at the house. <Hospital receptionist> ::telling Tanner::That’s what I was trying to tell you, sir. We have a Fletch Ryder in room 38, room 485, room 98, room 67… ::mun borrowing from Graciemun’s joke. XD::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> Well, did you keep *all* of them in their rooms!? ::snaps at Associate, begins searching out the rooms::
<Trina_Korat> <Tom> ::running inside:: Gang way! My wife’s going into labor! <Nurse> Alright, sir. Calm down. Your name? <Tom> Fletch Ryder, and this is my wife Eugena. <Eugena> ::huffpuffhuffpuff!::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::follows after Trina, a glimmer of hope in his eyes::
<Ana_Lytical> I have access to what’s left of Dark Kat’s original concepts, research… successes…
<Trina_Korat> <Receptionist> It appears to be a common name, sir. ANd, of course we did. No one leaves until we release them…
<Ana_Lytical> ((::dies!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Tanner> Hey! Get him! <Associate> ::tackles hubby Fletch!::
<Trina_Korat> ::gets them to her jeep::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((::cracking up!::))
<Tessie_Reed> ::will follow them! hurying along:: DO you wish me to come?
<Trina_Korat> <Hubby Fletch> AUGH! HELP! I’m being attacked by hospital staff!
<Tessie_Reed> ::then blinks:: never mind. I need to get home. dad just messaged me.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Security> ::joing the fray, insert large dust cloud::
<Tessie_Reed> Keep me posted on how it goes. I will be in contact. ::smiles at Trina and Fletch::
<Trina_Korat> <Hubby Fletch> I swear she’s fine! <Eugena> FLETCH! STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR BUDDIES AND… OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!! <Nurse> ::sighs, starts wheeling her in::
<Trina_Korat> You’re not coming with? ::to Tessie::
<Ana_Lytical> ((:;rollin’!::))
<Tessie_Reed> ::Shakes head:: I need to get home. Dad is worried.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::nods at Tess, thanking her::
<Tessie_Reed> ((:::DEAD!::))
<Trina_Korat> Be careful.
<Tessie_Reed> I will. See you both very soon. ::will zappy into the powerlines to head home! as mun remembered joe is home and she can only handle one chara right now.::
* Tessie_Reed is now known as Joseph_Forge
<Trina_Korat> ::dials up Joe after putting Cale in his kitten seat::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::gets into the jeep, buckling up:: <Browser> ::climbs in over him, immediately going to stick his head out the window::
<Trina_Korat> ;;amused at Browser, gets in and starts the car::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::pauses at that, eyeing her:: What sort of “access?”
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> All of it?
<Ana_Lytical> All that hasn’t been destroyed from earlier research that the NSA was attempting to do.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> I find your offer puzzling and no doubt riddled with “catches,” as it were. But.. nonetheless intriguing. What would you want my collar technology for?
<Trina_Korat> C’mon.. pick up… ::as she drives them towards the house::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::still trying to rub slobber off his face::
<Joseph_Forge> ::answers:: Hello?
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Trina> Honey..! Remember when Cale cries at 3 in the morning, and you always say, “We should’ve just gotten a dog!”…))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<Ana_Lytical> I’ll tell you if you agree to come work with me. ::emphasis on “with” as he wasn’t to thrilled about working “under” a cyberbeing::
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DEAD!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))) Need a favor, honey.
<Joseph_Forge> I never like those words. what is it?
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> I suppose working with a Cyberkat has to be better than rotting in a cell somewhere, no matte lush they make it for me. Very well, “bust me out,” as it were.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((^no matter how lush))
<Trina_Korat> Order us some pizza and warm up our computer?
<Joseph_Forge> Alright. Can do. Our usual order?
<Trina_Korat> Hang on. ::to Fletch:: What do you want on yours?
<Ana_Lytical> I’ll be seeing you out front shortly. Look for the white limo. ::resets the camera to proper position and sound volume as she exits.:: <Enforcer guards> ::after a few minutes, arrive at Nyus’ cell. one unlocks it:: You’re free to go, Doctor. The Deputy Mayor is outside waiting. We’ll escort you out.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::shrugs:: Uh.. meat?
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Browser>::From the back:: BACON! <Trina>::blinkies!:: He can talk? <Fletch> That seems to be the only word he knows….))
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Joe> Just tell him NO HUGGING TRINA! That’s number one rule for outsiders. <Fletch> You’ve let the power of your Captain’s position go to your head, haven’t you Joe?))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DEAD::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::smiles, standing up as they fetch him:: My! That girl does hold some sway. You may take me to her, gentlemen. ::walking out with them::
<Trina_Korat> ((DEADDEAD!!!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL))
<Trina_Korat> ::chuckles:: Extra pepperoni.
<Trina_Korat> :to Joe::
<Joseph_Forge> alright got it. Who’s coming over?
<Trina_Korat> An old friend. ::grinning;:
<Joseph_Forge> Alright. see you soon. be careful.
<Trina_Korat> I will. ::hangs up, drives them there and by RPG magic arrives;:
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Joe> Careful. I hear there’s a wild, cyber dog on the loose slobbering and doing other disgusting things on people! <Trina> Er.. willdohoneybye!))
<Ana_Lytical> <Enforcers> ::escort Dr. Nyus out of the Enforcer HQ building to the awaiting white limo:: <Chauffeur> ::holding back door open for the portly doc::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Browser> ::whee, loves feeling the wind through his fur::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::hangs up! and orders the pizza while he awaits their arrival!::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Thank you, my good kat. ::lumbers into the back, setting the limo a little further down on its axles XD::
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::gets out once they arrive, letting Browser out as well::
<Ana_Lytical> <Chauffeur> ::shuts door after him and goes ’round to get indriver’s side and soon the limo is on its way:: <Protocol> ::looks at him:: I hope you weren’t TOO badly injured from yesterday’s events. ::hint of sarcasm::
<Joseph_Forge> <House>::has a big back yard he can let Browser loose in!::
<Trina_Korat> ;;gets Cale out and heads inside:: We’re home!
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Browser>::immediately begins marking territory! had accessed Joe’s file and learned that tom likes to go around corners to mark his::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::will come downstairs when he hears them! in a pair of jeans, white t-shirt and barefoot. grins seeing Ryder:: well well…look what she’s done dragged in now. ::going over to shake his hand::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Luckily, I always wear my seatbelt. ::dryly::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL!!))
<Trina_Korat> ((:SOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!::))
<Trina_Korat> I insisted. He came here kicking and screaming. ::grins::
<Ana_Lytical> Yes, luckily.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::smiles warmly at him, taking his shake and patting his shoulder with his free hand:: Hey, Joe.
<Joseph_Forge> Come on in. Make yourself at home. Pizza should be here in twenty. ::Grins at Cale and will pick him up if he lets him::
<Trina_Korat> <Cale> ;;coos, purrs at Joe::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> So, as your first under the table dealing as Deputy Mayor, you’ve released a federal suspect in a case of treason against the government. What next?
<Fletch_Ryder> ::walks in, Browser following if allowed::
<Trina_Korat> ::he’s allowed. XD:: Stupid question… ::as she bends down to rub Browser behind the ears again:: Does he eat at all?
<Joseph_Forge> ::blinks at the dog:: well well…another visitor…
<Ana_Lytical> ::smirks at him:: You’re so amusing. Thinking this is the first nefarious dealing I’ve done in my position… or at all. ::pats him on the head, his hair gets a bit of static electricity from it.:: We’re going to go to one of the late and great Dark Kat’s defunct “lairs” of course. The new heir in charge hasn’t given this one a thought.
<Fletch_Ryder> He doesn’t really need to, but he seems to enjoy it. I feed him some now and then.
<Joseph_Forge> I think there’s soem scraps in the kitchen still from last night. Give him that, Trina. ::rubbing Cale’s back::
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Trina> He followed me home, can I keep him? <Joe> ::pats Browser:: Er…w ell I guess a dog would be alright. <Trina> I meant Fletch. He’s good at organizing and doing the laundry.))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!!!:: <Joe> ::boots Fletch out, keeps the dog::))
<Trina_Korat> The meatloaf?
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah. just a small piece left. Ate the rest for lunch today.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::frowns, eyes rolling up to look at his frizzing hair:: Do you mind? Really! ::quickly patting it down with his paws:: One of Dark Kat’s lairs? I hope none of his unpleasant cretons, or creepos, whatever, are squattors there.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL))
<Trina_Korat> Saves me from cleaning out the fridge. :pats her leg for Browser to follow her:: ;
<Joseph_Forge> ::nods then looks at Ryder:: You alright after everything?
<Fletch_Ryder> This is a nice home you two have built here. ::checking out the pad:: Seems like only yesterday I was brushing sand off my pants at your wedding.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Browser> ::notes Trina’s signal, and identifies the area she is moving towards as the kitchen. quickly follows her::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::at his question:: I’m fine. I’m sort of getting used to these government conspiracies.
<Ana_Lytical> No creeplings, I assure you. <limo>::has taken them out of the city, near Megakat Dam which can be seen in the distance. the limo turns onto a dirt road now into a wooded area::
<Trina_Korat> ::gets the meatloaf out onna plate and sets it on the floor next to a bowl of water:: All yours. ::grins::
<Trina_Korat> <Cale> ::Asleep on Joe’s shoulder::
<Joseph_Forge> ::chuckles:: I know. and thank you. This was Tasha and my home before Trina and I got married. Tasha moved out just before to Trina’s old apartment where she and Hans are living now. ::then nods:: I think we all are. That and super villians. ::perks his ear at his cellphone:: Excuse me. Gotta answer that. ::heads upstairs to do so! and to put Cale to bed::
<Joseph_Forge> ((as I need the bed myself. Need to be up early in the morning))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::Hugs for all:: Nights you guys!))
<Ana_Lytical> ((maww ::huggles:: Night CK!))
<Trina_Korat> (:hugs back:: Nights!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((G’nights, CK! Have a good one!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((same to you!))
* @Joseph_Forge Quit (Quit: <Bill> Is that LEGAL?! <Pilot> I dunno, but its fun! – Bill Engval)
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Good! ::turning to look out of the window:: A dam. I’m surprised you’d hang around here. Who is this heir you mentioned? Anyone I need be concerned with?
<Ana_Lytical> Dark Kat chose the location originally, not I. ::smirks:: Not really. She’s not seemed interested in this old place. Besides, she’s other matters more important to one who’s just taken over an empire that spans worldwide.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Browser> ::sniffsniff chomp! has it down in about three bites:: <Fletch> ::nodding to Joe as he leaves, comes over to the kitchen:: Trina, where do you keep your computer?
<Trina_Korat> In the study. C’mon. ::motions::
<Fletch_Ryder> Huh. I can’t believe that nasty fellow would have the nerve to have a daughter. And that I’m now utilizing the very research he originally stole from me. Life is a cruel irony.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((^<Nyus>))
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Trina> We don’t have any. Threat of a cyberdemon coming through and all. <Fletch> TV? <Trina> Joe got sick of seeing a demoness on it all the time, so it’s gone too. <Fletch> I hope you have toilet paper here, not afraid some litterbox monster is going to come get you from the sewers. <Trina> … well there was an incident with Viper and… <Fletch> ::slaps forehead::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::follows her:: C’mon, Browser. ::is followed by him::
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOOODEAD!!;;))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!! <Fletch> Afurica had more conveniences than this dump!))
<Ana_Lytical> Did he REALLY steal your research? I’d be curious to know how if that’s true. ::as the limo stops at the location… which appears to be a small log cabin::
<Trina_Korat> ((<Fletch> Heck, the deserts had enough sand for Joe to pee in EVERY corner!))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Trina_Korat> ::gets their computer out of stand by:: Here you go.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> It was more of a concept a decade ago. The world wide web was truly become globalized, and I figured that a being able to traverse electronically via those networks might turn a pretty penny to any country wanting a cyber-soldier. But the technology to feasibly accomplish it was nonexistant.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!))
<Ana_Lytical> <Chauffeur> ::opens the door on Prot’s side, letting her out first. she waits for Nyus then begins walking with him toawrds the cabin:: And you think you were the only one to come up with such an idea?
<Ana_Lytical> ::er I said the above line of course XD::
<Fletch_Ryder> Go in and upload classified file P4WN-J00. ::to Browser:: <Browser> ::zaps into the computer, uploading the file folder::
<Trina_Korat> ::blinks, watches::
<Ana_Lytical> ((::snorks filename::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::is let out, walks alongside Prot. may need to air up those tires:: I was the only one publicly proposing it. I’d been researching and working for two years, and then one night, I came into the lab to find my assistants either unconscious or missing, and all my work unaccounted for.
<Fletch_Ryder> <File> ::has the audio file Fletch sent to Tessie, as well as those other documents, everything concerning the collar technology he could download before being shot::
<Trina_Korat> How do we do this? We email them?
<Ana_Lytical> ::points a finger at the lock on the door, a keypad which would be odd for a simple shack of a cabin as this. the lock processes a number and the door opens:: Ah, and he boasted on his genius. Perhaps I should start calling YOU daddy, hmmm? ::little laugh as she goes inside first::
<Fletch_Ryder> Yeah, I know someone we can trust at Langley. ::sits down, pulling up email::
<Trina_Korat> ::stands back and watches, tail twitching;:
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Fletch> Let’s sbemail them instead! That Strong Bad’s a genius. Good with advice. <Strong Bad> ::few weeks later:: Dear Strong Bad, we’ve got some files from the government which we don’t know who to send them to as the government’s corrupt… ::reading:: signed MIB. Well J and K, your problem is simple! Just get one of those flashy thingies of yours and use it on the government types.))
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Strong Bad> ::email turns into a story of if he was a secret agent, agent S, and all the cool babes he’d be having after kicking the pants offa that 007 guy.::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Please, the thought turns my stomache completely. I only broke the ground level, and the best I could do was that mongrel that captured you. Dark Kat truly accelerated the concept, and now here you are.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEADDEAD!!!!!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((::muns dream is to have Strong Bad answer an email!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dying;; XD))
<Ana_Lytical> <door>::shuts behind them:: <room>::illuminates revealing several computer consoles and devices along the walls of it. large office rolly chair sits in the middle. place is dust free::
<Ana_Lytical> Yes, here I am. And here you are. One of the places Dark Kat spent many an hour in cyberdemon creation.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::typing out a message to a Claire Mewroe, his former CKIA therapist ((Quiet! XD)). puts in an explanation of what’s been going on, why they took him out of rehab, and that this could prove he wasn’t involved. attaches all the files, and sends:: Mewroe’s, the best chance I got. She’s influential, and trusts me.
<Trina_Korat> ::nods:: I jsut hope she can help.
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Fletch> ::calls her up later:: Hello, Clair…ice. ::makes that slurpy tongue noise after discussing fava beans::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Claire> Now, Fletch… I’m sure it was just a hallucination from behind under the mind control… <Fletch> He DID pee around the corner! The typos told me so!))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> That villain got what he deserved, and now this is going to get me a Pulitzer. ::rubbing hands together, looking around grinning at the set-up:: Excuse me, but my feet are killing me. You understand. ::walks over to the office chair and plops into it, sighing::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL!!))
<Ana_Lytical> ((::DIES!::))
<Fletch_Ryder> Let’s get a hard copy of this too. ::looking to print::
<Ana_Lytical> Of course. Weaker things you biologicals are. ::smirks at him. goes over with him some and stands. eyes go electric bloo as the various computers and equipment turn on by themselves::
<Trina_Korat> ::nods, gets the print out once it runs;;
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::scowls at her comment, turning in his seat to look at all the viewscreens:: Remarkable.
<Ana_Lytical> <view screens> ::several of them have a pair of eyes appear, that look back at Nyus::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Trina> ::blinks:: The printer’s jammed.. there’s a tail stuck in it. <Browser> ::whimpering!::))
<Ana_Lytical> ((LOL!!))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!:: Awww!))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Nyaugh! ::startled by that, jumping back in his seat some::
<Ana_Lytical> <screens> ::flicker and various cyberdemons appear out of each after zapping out. all black furred with black hair. surrounding Nyus:: <Protocol> Jumpy aren’t we?
<Fletch_Ryder> Now, all we can do is wait. It may be best if I.. go ahead and turn myself in.
<Trina_Korat> ::rests a hand on his shoulder:: At least wait ’til tomorrow and see what she says?
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Th-These… These are cyberdemons? ::fear and excitement intermingled in his voice::
<Ana_Lytical> That they are… ::goes over to stand next to one:: This is how we all start out. Your so called cyber soldier.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::ponders:: <Browser> ::zaps out of the computer:: <Fletch> Okay, that sounds good. I’ll get a hotel, and then come by the MBI tomorrow morning.
<Trina_Korat> At least have dinner before you go, okay? Plus, there’s a little something I recorded for you. ::motions to the living room once the pizza is there::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::absolutely fascinated:: You only added your unique physical appearance after gaining free will. I see now. Yes.. the perfect soldier.
<Ana_Lytical> These are all that remain, untainted, no emotion, no free will… and with Dark Kat dead, they follow no one’s orders but one.
<Fletch_Ryder> Okay, but you’ll excuse me if I eat fast. ::then looks at her in confusion at recording:: What?
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::looks at her, mouth agape in disbelief:: No, not you!?
<Ana_Lytical> ((<Trina> ::plays a tape of her singing:: This is for you Fletch. ::the song is Rhinestone Cowboy::))
<Trina_Korat> ::sits on the couch and clicks on the TV and turns on the DVD player::
<Trina_Korat> ((::mun’s head hits the keyboard immediately there after::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!! <Browser> ::howls along!:: <Fletch> I should’ve stayed overseeeheeas!))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DYING!::))
<Ana_Lytical> Yes. Me. ::looks to the one next to her:: Merge. <cyberdemon> ::goes acoherent, and will attempt to leap into Nyus for a mergin’!::
<Ana_Lytical> ((::diies Browser!::))
<Trina_Korat> <TV> ::shows…. the determining game between the Maulers and the Wildkats:: <Trina> Cross my heart, I never saw it. ::smirking;; Wanna go triple or nothing?
<Trina_Korat> :final game, that is!::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Nyagh! ::topples over sideways out of the chair, easy pickens::
<Ana_Lytical> <cyberdemon>::then merges! pushing way inside attempting to take Nyus over:: <Protocol> Extract all information concerning cyberkats, cyberbeings, cyberdemons, Browser and the CKIA. ::Nyus can still hear her ‘n all. lol he’s just got a visitor::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::grins, mouth slightly askew:: You seriously.. aw ha Paw! I missed this game. ::then looks at her:: You’d be throwing away money, Trina. I didn’t see it, but I did hear how it ended. ::smugly::
<Trina_Korat> I’m pretty sure they were lying just to make you feel better. ::grinning::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> No! You ca-Augh! You little conniving wit-::controllorzed! all information, memories, and data he has about what she requested is easily gotten::
<Ana_Lytical> ::laughs now as she stands over him:: Be nice, Nyus, and I won’t have the cyberdemon wreck your mind while he’s in there.
<Fletch_Ryder> Pht, we’ll just see about that. ::grabbing a slice of pizza:: I hope the Maulers like salad, ’cause they won’t be eatin’ anything but turf all day.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::body convulsing, or dead still, whatever reaction should be occurring right now XD::
<Trina_Korat> :razz:: We’ll just see about that. ;;clicks “Play!”::
<Trina_Korat> ((And, nice stopping point for me as I need bed. Man, I must be making up for lost time from not showing up last night. XD))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((Yes, this counts as time and a half! :D Have a good’n Sageroo!))
<Ana_Lytical> <cyberdemon> ::still more than likely. soon the cyberdemon zaps out of him:: All data gathered, Protocol. <Protocol> Good. Upload it. <cyberdemon> ::zaps into the console:: <Protocol> ::eyes glow bloo and the others zap back into their respective consoles as well::
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!!! Yes! ::hugs you both:: G’night, gals. Don’t blow up the room when I go. -g-))
<Ana_Lytical> ((LOL! ::huggles:: Night Sagey))
<Ana_Lytical> ((we won’t XD))
* @Trina_Korat Quit (Quit: I got a postcard from my brain today. It said it’s having a wonderful time.)
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Ugh.. ::groaning, holding his head, sitting himself up:: Couldn’t you have just *asked*!?
<Ana_Lytical> Perhaps I should put you in some tube and threatened to DROWN you instead? Would that have been any better? ::turns and heads for the door::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::seething, watching her go:: You’re not a kat! You’re nothing more than fancy software, and you always will be!
<Ana_Lytical> ::pauses and turns to look at him:: And now YOU are the tool, doctor. I’ve supplied parts for you to begin construction of another of your collars. There is a minifridge with food and water that will last a few days time. You will be allowed to rest for eight hours a day. The cyberdemons will monitor you and have explicit instructions on what you are and aren’t allowed to access.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::indignant and mortified by what he’s hearing:: You can’t *use* me like this! I refuse to work under such conditions!
<Ana_Lytical> Then you’ll be refusing to live… ::eyes glowing brightly now:: <consoles> ::eyes appear on some of the screens::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::jumps anew at the appearance of those eyes:: Fine! Fine.. But I expect to be well compensated for my work once its completed.
<Ana_Lytical> Once it is completed and tested to be sure it is fully functional, then you’ll be compensated and released.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> Not just released. Well-hidden in another country.
<Ana_Lytical> ::smirks:: We’ll see what can be arranged. Now get to work. ::turns and exits the cabin, door, which is metal, slams shut:: <eyes>::vanish from the screens::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Nyus> ::mutter grumbles under his breath, picking himself up off the floor:: She better have stocked plenty of ham..