2010-02-27

<Protswytchzilla> ::soooo heading to City Hall yes she is!
<Protswytchzilla> ::swatting at choppers and kicking tanks or cars or anything else in the way as she heads down a street between the buildings::
<Angela_Daniels> ::so! Mark at Joe and Trina’s place with her or whats?::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Protswytchzilla> ::tromps up to city hall:: I’m here to report a pothole.))
* McGrath has joined
* ChanServ sets mode: +o McGrath
<Fletch_Ryder> ((Heyas, Matt!))
<Angela_Daniels> ((hey, matt!)
<McGrath> ((heyas))
<Protswytchzilla> ((hey Matt!))
<Protswytchzilla> ((LOL! <Prot> Several of them actually. ::as her HEELS OF DOOM have added many potholes to the city streets;:))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::firetruck he’s in has managed to get ahead of her, pulling the firetruck to a stop near a hydrant:: Get that hydrant open! I want all four hoses pointed *directly* at her! Go! Go! ::jumping out, beginning to unroll a side hose from the truck::
<Mark_Sulfur> ;:yeah, he was dragged in, with a hole in his leg. Look honey! Battlescars!::
* McGrath is now known as Jack_Spinner
<Angela_Daniels> ::oh yay. -_-  well has been tending to his battlescars then!  got him all patched up and such::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> Let’s get your magic bullet airborne, Spinner. ::starting back out of the Savings & Loan::
<Protswytchzilla> ::reaches City Hall. looks up at the clocktower as she’s only seven or so stories high. smirks:: Yes… this will be where I shall begin my reign over this world! ::raises hands up, stretching upwards to the sky, sending a steady blast up into the blue::
<Mark_Sulfur> ;:rubs at his leg now, wincing softly;:
<Angela_Daniels> ::walks in with some water and some painkillers:: here.  Try this and see if this will help.  ::handing them over::
<Mark_Sulfur> Thanks, hon.
<Angela_Daniels> You’re welcome. ::sits on the bed by him:: You need to take it easy for a while. Keep off that leg and let it heal up. You’re lucky Joe didn’t hit a main artery or something.
<Jack_Spinner> :: follows along, feeling ground rumbling, hearing various battle noises :: Hopefully Feral’s still alive to get this thing deployed.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Firekats> ::wrench open the hydrant, attaching their hoses:: She’s rrready ta’ go, sir! <Fletch> Aim as high as you can. ::looking up at ProtSwytch:: Hurry! <Firekats> ::take aim, and spray!::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::doesn’t respond, just jumps back into the sedan, heading towards City Hall. grabs up radio, swytching to Enforcer band:: Someone put me through to Lt. Feral!
<Jack_Spinner> :: riding along, attempting to discretely turn a dial on the warhead ::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: I would’ve been comfortable with him knocking me upside the head.
<Protswytchzilla> <Feral> ::in the midst of it… went to City Hall on hearing the ground troops saying she was heading that way.  evacuated the Mayor and Miss Briggs along with the other employees. ordering some peacekeeper tanks to blast her but seems like they aren’t having an effect::
<Angela_Daniels> :;laughs:: well he did what he could. ::props his pillows up behind him to make sure he’s comfortable::
<Protswytchzilla> <sky> ::looks as if there’s a vortex forming, similar to that of the Pastmaster… but the reddish sky of the RoF is seen instead::
<Protswytchzilla> ::cackling until she feels the spraying of water! yowls lowering her hands as that is double a weakness now it seems. stumbles and leans on the building, growling turning to see the firekats::
<Protswytchzilla> <sky> ::vortex closing back up as she’s destracted::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Manx> ::evacuated to his top secret bunker, in sand trap 9 of the golf course:: Weh’ll be parfectly safe here, Call-ay! No monsters will think to loohk for meh here. Hm’yes!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs some, leans back::
<Protswytchzilla> How DARE YOU?!?! ::shrinking some with the spraying water. sends out a blast towards one of the firetrucks::
<Angela_Daniels> need anything else?
<Jack_Spinner> :: seeing all the chaos in the sky, with choppers zooming back and forth :: There’s no way you’re going to be able to get ahold of anyone. Get us to Enforcer HQ and we’ll get to a chopper ourselves.
<Fletch_Ryder> Still works. ::shouts into radio:: Get me more firetrucks around City Hall! Do it now!
<Mark_Sulfur> M’fine for now, lass.
<Jack_Spinner> <Firetruck> :: explodes, sending fire workers flying back ::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::then ducks, as the blast nicks the firetruck, turning it sideways in the street, causing the firekats to scatter and mis-spray::
<Protswytchzilla> ((<Fletch> Bring me firetruck back up! <Feral> ::sniffles. a proud moment… going to look into getting Fletch trained to be his successor::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!! <Fletch> I want my own baton. <Feral> You’re not *that* good yet, Ryder.))
<Angela_Daniels> alright.  ::leans in to kiss his cheek gently:: I’m just glad ot have you home.  I’ve missed you terribly.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::course-corrects, back towards Enforcer HQ:: What makes you think there’s any still there?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::soft smile, leans his head on her shoulder;:
<Angela_Daniels> ::puts an arm around him:: we’ll get you healed up again and back to normal in no time. And no more contracts with bad kats, okay?
<Protswytchzilla> ((<Spinner> Ever hear of the Dimension of Helicopters? <Shade> … ))
<Jack_Spinner> Well, if there aren’t, then we’re dead anyway. :: shrugs as they get to Enforcer HQ, quickly exits the car, walking over to an abandoned Enforcer cruiser. opening the trunk and withdrawing a line-grapple gun :: Not taking the stairs.
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles:: That I can promise.
<Protswytchzilla> ::reaches down, hissing and wincing, shrunk another story in height, but able to grab up one of the firetrucks:: Insolent pests!! ::shakes any kats out of it then fliiiiiiings it across the city::
<Angela_Daniels> Good.
<Fletch_Ryder> ::raises arm up to shield himself from flaming debris, moving backwards as more firetrucks pull up:: Get those hoses hooked up! I want the whole of Megakat Bay being dumped on her.
<Protswytchzilla> ((<firetruck> ::lands in Mark’s office:: <Joe> ::standing at the door about to go in… jaw drops, coffee in hand spills:: … why did I move in there again…?))
<Jack_Spinner> <Firetruck> :: hits Enforcer HQ building, exploding high above ::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::gets out as well, looking up:: Good call. ::goes over and hangs on to him::
<Angela_Daniels> ((LOL!))
<Protswytchzilla> You will not stop me! ::raises hands back up towards the sky to try and open a portal anew::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Firetrucks> ::smashed and such. window of opportunity as new ones are just now arriving on the scene and getting hooked up::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Steele> ::walking down hall, lurching forward at explosion, spills coffee over front:: That sounded like it came from… O_O *my* office!
<Jack_Spinner> Now, if I remember correctly… :: aims and fires, the line shooting up and attaching, and abruptly causes them both to shoot upward to one of the helipads and likely land unceremoniously ::
<Protswytchzilla> ((LOL!))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::cheeks flap at the high-velocity shoot upwards:: Oof! ::as he lands and rolls:: Grappling hooks should be sold with shin guards. ::picking himself up::
<Jack_Spinner> :: gets up as well, steadying himself as the building shakes :: That one should do :: heading to a nearby parked chopper ::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> I just hope you can fly well enough not to get us both killed. ::jumping in, strapping down::
<Protswytchzilla> ::opening the sky once more with the power of cheeeese- er magic!  Magic cheese? XD:: <Feral> ::seeing the water having more of an effect, has his tanks to back off for now, watching as Ryder commands more firetrucks in::
<Mark_Sulfur> You alright after this whole mess?
<Angela_Daniels> I will be. ::soft smile:: It’s better now with you in your right place. Though if word of this ever gets out I might lose my license. ::sighs:: lyons probably won’t keep her mouth shut.
<Jack_Spinner> :: gets in, taking pilot’s seat :: Definitely not both of us… :: powering it up, hands Ringo the warhead :: The munitions pod can be accessed from the floor. Take the grate off. <Chopper> :: comes to life, and is in the air within moments ::
<Protswytchzilla> <Josie> ::mwhahahaha!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::sighs softly:: Josie…
<Fletch_Ryder> There’s not enough hydrants here! We need some on the other side. ::into radio:: Get trucks 45 and 86 on the other side of her! We need more water on her! ::as a few more firetrucks are hooked up, and spraying anew::
<Jack_Spinner> :: flying somewhat less-cautiously as has to duck and weave past other aircraft and avoid misc. debris / weapons fire ::
<Angela_Daniels> Yeah.  She caused a lot of problems in this. I think you know that already though.
<Mark_Sulfur> Oh, plenty.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::looks down, finding the grate. digs claws around it, and hefts it open::
<Angela_Daniels> Yeah.  well…I guess we’ll see what she does once she gets the chance. See if she goes public with all of this or keeps it hushed.
<Jack_Spinner> Now, there should be a magazine of missiles in there :: keeping eyes forward, pulling sharply to the left :: Remove all of them but one.
<Protswytchzilla> ::growl hisses as she feels more water spraying her from two different angles. grits her teeth, shrinking a bit more, smoke rising, electricity flickering around her, trying to concentrate on opening a steady full rip into dimensions::
<Jack_Spinner> <Missiles> :: easily weight a good 90 lbs each, and about 5 feet long ::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::runs over to truck 45, hopping in as they start their drive underneath the towering Swytch:: C’mon, boys! Let’s move it! ::they start for the other side of her::
<Mark_Sulfur> She wouldn’t wanna go public. Not with all I know.
<Angela_Daniels> :nods:: well hopefully then she leaves me alone too.  I rather like being a doctor. :;smiles::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::groans some, starting to heft the first one out:: And where am I supposed to put all these? ::voice strained as he lifts::
<Jack_Spinner> :: gets the chopper close enough to take in the scene with ProtSwytch and the portal :: They’re slowing her down, but it’s not going to last long. :: then responds :: I don’t care, dump them out the door.
<Jack_Spinner> :: pulls the chopper into a stationary hover ::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> No way! There’s kats down there! ::rolls it to the back, hefting up the next:: Isn’t there some way to diffuse ‘em first?
<Protswytchzilla> ::breaks her concentration, moving one hand downwards and glaring at the trucks… but sees the hydrants, and blasts one nearest her and any others nearby, as spray from those won’t be in her general direction::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::chuckles, then softly; I can’t go back, Ange.
<Angela_Daniels> ::blinks:: what do you mean?
<Fletch_Ryder> <Firekats> Gyah! ::scramble and fall, as hydrants are blasted, and fountains spray upwards:: <Water Streams> ::lessen on her:: <Fletch> ::sees this, as 45 and 86 make it across the other side. looks up at ProtSwytch, fur dripping now. then looks down at watch::
<Jack_Spinner> :: rolls eyes :: They’re not armed. They *probably* won’t explode… though we are up pretty high… whatever. Just leave one in place.
<Mark_Sulfur> I’m “dead”, lass.
<Jack_Spinner> <Missile> :: once the others are moved, there’s now room to access the one that’s left :: <Spinner> There should be a latch on the warhead on that one. Twist it and then pull. That should release the exploding part.
<Angela_Daniels> So? we say it was a fake or something to accomplish a mission.  We can figure something out.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::growls, rolling three more to the back, where they clink together:: I’m beginning to think asking for your help, was just plain asking for it. ::removes second to last missile with a grunt:: Alright.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::does as instructed, looking up and out at the scene now and then:: Now what?
<Mark_Sulfur> ::gives her a tired and gentle look::
<Jack_Spinner> :: reaches back, handing him the special warhead :: Put this one in its place.
<Angela_Daniels> :;sighs:: What do you want to do then? You can’t hide out here for the rest of your life.
<Protswytchzilla> ::now concentrates with both hands again at that dimensional rift::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::takes the warhead, about to attach it.. but hesitates:: We have radio contact now. We gotta’ tell those firekats to get out of there.
<Jack_Spinner> :: facepalms, sighs :: Fine, you want to get us all killed with these delays, go right ahead.
<Mark_Sulfur> I know. ::gently::
<Angela_Daniels> well..you figure out what you want, mark. I’ll help you however I can.
<Protswytchzilla> <portal> ::appears to fully open::
<Mark_Sulfur> Thanks, lass. ::hugs her now::
<Angela_Daniels> :;hugs him back gently::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::grabs up radio:: Whoever’s on the ground, get as far away from the demoness as possible! We’re gonna’ light her up like the Griswolds! <Fletch> ::ears perk at radio, eyes narrowed:: ..Alright kats, you heard him. Keep driving and get us out of here!
<Protswytchzilla> ::grins:: Finally! ::grins down at the kats below:: Now watch… as you will be the first city to fall! ::whistles towards the portals:: <demon army> ::oh noez! seen flying in the distance… heading towards the portal:: <ProtSwytch> ::still having to hold her hands up and keep the portal open it seems::
<Protswytchzilla> <Feral> ::likewise hears and gets his choppers and the like out::
<Jack_Spinner> :: seeing the portal established, turns to Shade now, shouting :: Alright, you warned them!
<Fletch_Ryder> <Firetrucks> ::cut off their water attack:: <Shade> Alright! *Now* we can use your highly experimental WMD! ::slides back to lone missile, placing the warhead::
<Protswytchzilla> ((portal^ that is just one XD))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::watches out the back of the truck, on edge, as both water and sweat drip from his face:: Heaven help us now.
<Jack_Spinner> Lock it into place :: brings up the chopper’s targeting system, setting the crosshairs square on ProtSwytch ::
<Protswytchzilla> ::not noting their chopper, focused on the masses heading for the opening of the portal::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::twists and locks, leaning back onto knees:: You’re go to blow her up. Better not miss!
<Jack_Spinner> :: slams fist down on the red button on the control panel :: <Missile> :: can be seen dropping down into tube, disappearing from sight. Drops out the bottom of the chopper and launches forward, leaving a white contrail as it streaks forward across the sky at ProtSwytch, likely impacting with a bright purple/pink flash ::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::scrambles back into seat, strapping back right as it impacts. squiting even with shades on::
<Jack_Spinner> <Warhead’s Effects> :: dependent on the mun XD ::
<Protswytchzilla> ::indeed! imact achieved! yowls which is heard for several blocks radius as she goes kablooie! electric bolts shorting out everything in a block radius, fire singing the street and City Hall with surrounding buildings… when the smoke clears… red sparkles drift down…:: <portal> ::closes abruptly… in the faces of the horde that was approaching::
<Protswytchzilla> ((impact^))
* Protswytchzilla is now known as Josie_Lyons
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<ProtSwytch> ::turns as warhead nears, opens mouth to protest and shout colorful remarks, but swallows it instead:: … ::stomache bulges, then smoke trails out of mouth and nose:: Ow, my stomach lining! ::rolls over, defeated:: <Spinner> Good thing I waxed that missile down with MSG..))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((LOL))
<Angela_Daniels> ((sorry guys but I’m gonna bail early. I’m wiped out after today’s adventures fighting massive crowds in stores at the mall.  Catch you all tomorrow night! ::huggles::))
<Josie_Lyons> ::been watching the news footage but nearby cameras were shorted out so Tab Mouser who was still in studio takes over, unsure of what’s happening. she recognized the blast… most likely witnessed testing of such weaponry.  picks up her phone and dials up Angela’s number::
<Josie_Lyons> ::or not XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ((Nights!))
<Mark_Sulfur> 9(Nights!))
* @Angela_Daniels  Quit (Quit: Jose Jalapeno! On a steeeeeeeeeek!)
<Fletch_Ryder> ((Tsk tsk. What have I said about going shopping without your cow prodder? Never leave home without it. Have a good night nonetheless, CK. :D))
<Jack_Spinner> <Chopper> :: electrical systems malfunctioning after the impact :: Oh yeah, forgot about that :: alarms start blaring ::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> It worked?! Haha! It *worked!* ::pump-fist-action, then freezes at blaring:: Forgot about what? Why is the chopper blaring!
<Jack_Spinner> The weapon could cause some random electrical problems of nearby equipment… :: as their altitude is rapidly dropping ::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Shade> What’s with all the red buttons?! Why are they flashing?! <Spinner> Dunno. It could indicate a malfuction. <Shade> Great. Gimme the manual! :takes it after Spinner passes it… and breaks all the buttons with it:: There. Problem solved.))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::hoorah! high-fiving the firekats, people on the street, etc, etc:: Who was that?
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!!))
<Jack_Spinner> How ironic. We are going to die while everyone else lives. :: struggling to get them into a controlled crash ::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Spinner> ::meanwhile took the only parachute and jumped::))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!!both))
<Josie_Lyons> <Firechief Lyons> ::XD:: It wasn’t one of yours?  I saw an Enforcer chopper send out a missile…
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> Aw, paw! ::claws digging into seat:: I don’t wanna’ die with *you*!
<Jack_Spinner> :: covers eyes as they’re about to crash, the streets below zooming up at them :: <Chopper> :: abruptly jerks to a stop 10 feet from the ground ::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::turns to Firechief:: It did come over an Enforcer band. Maybe Lt. Feral ordered it.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Spinner> What do you know? <Shade> Don’t say it. <Spinner> We ran out of gas! <Spinner> I hate you.))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((LOL!))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::midway through doing a flashback of his life, when suddenly.. he’s not dead:: …wha.. ::staring, panting, at the concrete 10 ft away below them::
<Jack_Spinner> What? :: looks up, frowns ::
<Josie_Lyons> <Firechief Lyons> ::shrugs:: Maybe so, don’t matter who it was, that… thing is gone.  ::pats Ryder’s shoulder:: I need to go see to my men… excuse me. ::hurries over to assist::
<Jack_Spinner> <Turbokat> :: hovering above them with a grappling cable having tangled into the rotors to stop the choppers descent ::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Shade> ::flashback mostly consists of him at various ages in front of various mirrors fixing up his hair::))
* Mark_Sulfur is now known as Sage_Watch
<Fletch_Ryder> ::nods, turning now at the sight::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!! <Shade> ::sigh:: I’ve always been so pretty.))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::quickly looks up himself:: The Swat Kats. ::chuckles, then laughs:: I love this town!
<Jack_Spinner> <Chopper> :: is released, falling the rest of the ten feet harmlessly, if a bit bumpy :: <Turbokat> :: flies away ::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Spinner> Huh. I’m alive. ::grabs up one of those missiles in the back, dragging it back towards the bank:: Now to make another deposit.))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!))
<Josie_Lyons> ::heading towards the scene herself… there’s only one kat she knows of who would have access to that kinda firepower…::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::glad to still be buckled in. jolts at their less abrupt landing, then unbuckles and wobbly steps out onto the street::
<Jack_Spinner> :: unbuckles as well, falling out of the chopper and landing face-first :: Ugh…
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Shade> ooh. Bright side, you don’t have a 10 grand dental job to worry about. ::pops out reflectable comb, checking teeth::))
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> Spinner, I hate to say it… but you might be a hero for this.
<Josie_Lyons> ((<Spinner> ::stands up, PUMF!! socks Shade inna mouth:: ))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((Lol!!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Spinner> Take it back!))
<Jack_Spinner> :: sits up on the ground, taking note of the likely gathering crowd :: Yes…yes, a hero. :: stands up, holding up his hands :: No need to thank me. Just doing what I’ve always done.
<Josie_Lyons> ::has to park car somewheres with all the chaos and traffic blocked off. makes it through the crowd, searching hoping to find Spinner before he vanishes… looking for a chopper or jet as that missile was from the sky::
<Josie_Lyons> ((<crowd> Sir did you see that? The SWAT Kats saved the day again! Yeah that was awesome! ::gush about them:: <Shade> … okay now I see why you went all evil… <Spinner> -_-; ))
<Jack_Spinner> :: hopefully there’s a familiar news reporter among them XD ::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::rounds the chopper, getting his feet back underneath him:: Alright, don’t get anymore “humble” on me. You’re still, technically, under MBI custody.
<Fletch_Ryder> ((lol!! <Shade> Wanna’ become vigilantes? I think we make a good team. <Spinner> Sure. ::dryly:: Gelman and The Cool One. <Shade> ::blinks:: You gel?))
<Jack_Spinner> ((::dies::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Sage_Watch> ((Heading to bed. G”night all!))
* @Sage_Watch Quit (Quit: )
<Fletch_Ryder> ::now coordinating some damage control, radioing in EMS units and some crowd control::
<Josie_Lyons> <ANN> ::of course there is! camera down but doesn’t stop her from getting a story! pushes way through:: Sir! Sir, ::from behind Spinner ‘n Shade:: Ann Gora Katseye News, can you tell me how- ::gasps seeing Spinner!::
<Jack_Spinner> Why yes, Ann, I can tell you. :: puts arm around Ringo’s shoulder :: Me and my new MBI pal, Agent Shade Ringo here, managed to put a stop to Swytch’s rampage with patented NSA technology.
<Jack_Spinner> The details of course are highly classified, but I don’t think we’ll be seeing much of her again anytime soon.
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> Wha? ::looking around at the sudden crowd circling around:: Now wait a minute! ::into Ann’s mic:: We’re not “pals”!
<Josie_Lyons> <Ann> ::scowling, gripping notepad and pen:: Is this true? ::looks at Shade::
<Josie_Lyons> <Ann> Did he help you?
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> I’ve got no comment on the matter at this time. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must escort Mr. Spinner back to the MBI. ::grabs him by the arm and tries to pull him through the crowd::
<Josie_Lyons> <Ann> ::moves aside:: Wait!  Does this mean he’s still in custody?
<Jack_Spinner> So modest, and I of course appreciate the MBI reaching out to me so we could overlook our differences and accomplish some real, positive good, together. Isn’t that right? :: to Shade, but cuts him off before he can respond :: All of the previous actions related to me had to be done. The whole criminal thing and “dying” incident a clever rouse to keep the likes of Swytch from discovering my true plan, which you’ve seen executed perfectly today- :: hu
<Jack_Spinner> dragged away ::
<Josie_Lyons> <Ann> ::blinks as Shade starts dragging Spinner off… writes down a few notes as the pair go through the crowd::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::ears burning with every word Jack utters:: Excuse us! Pardon us! Yes, out of the way, please! ::continuing to run from the press XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ::sees Spinner and Shade… and crowd of thankyou-ers XD behind and around ‘em. frowning::
<Jack_Spinner> You can reach me at MBI headquarters tomorrow! :: calling out :: I’ll arrange a press conference! :: nearly shouting now as is dragged ::
<Fletch_Ryder> ::coming up now behind the crowd, looking for the two brave souls who were within XD:: … What. ::eyes furrow, seeing Shade and Spinner emerge::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::shouting to some nearby Enforcers:: Hey, can we get some wheels over here? No! No choppers! ::hand still latched onto Spinner::
<Josie_Lyons> ::hurries to where they are and hopefully intercepts them:: I’ll give you a ride… Ringo.  Spinner.
<Jack_Spinner> Well hello, governor. If that is your real name :: laughs ::
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> Thanks but no thanks. I’d rather walk, and make him carry me. ::nods at Spinner::
<Josie_Lyons> I *insist* you come with me.  ::stern look and points to her car which is half a block away:: Now.
<Jack_Spinner> ((And, I gotta get going. Spinner can be dragged wherever.))
<Josie_Lyons> ((lol nights Matt!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ((Alrighty, g’nights sir!))
<Jack_Spinner> ((Nights!))
* @Jack_Spinner Quit (Quit: Jack_Spinner)
<Fletch_Ryder> <Shade> ::bites lip from mouthing off, looking off towards the car. then looks back at the crowd beginning to surround them again:: Fine. ::drags Spinner over that way::
<Josie_Lyons> ::leads them there:: In the back. ::meaning for them to get in there. gets in driver’s seat and starts up engine, ignoring the stares and pointing and murmerings of “OMG do they know the govenor?”::
<Fletch_Ryder> ((<Shade> But I demand shotgun!))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!))
<Fletch_Ryder> ::about to approach, then sees them going off with Josie. frowns some, but turns back to help with the clean-up efforts::
* Fletch_Ryder is now known as Shade_Ringo
<Shade_Ringo> ::shoves Spinner into the back, then piles in himself. the nice interior does feel good to sink his tail into. leans head back, letting out a breath::
<Josie_Lyons> ::drives off towards MBI… after proper amount of time, gets them there in the back:: I would like a word with you… in the MBI’s conference room once he is secured. ::goes in first XD not giving him the option of saying no -g-::
<Shade_Ringo> ::half rolls his eyes, fatigue now setting in:: Of course. ::gets Spinner out, taking him to one of the cell blocks that’s not crumbled in. then walks to the conference room, rubbing hand over his face tiredly:: Can we make this quick, Governor?
<Josie_Lyons> Where did Spinner get that warhead?
<Shade_Ringo> A super secret safety deposit box.
<Josie_Lyons> Did he talk you into letting him out to get it?
<Shade_Ringo> ::pauses before answering this one:: No. I.. asked for his help.
<Shade_Ringo> Maybe ask is too polite a term. Basically told him he better help, or we’d all die.
<Josie_Lyons> Where is Mark?
<Shade_Ringo> Healing. I don’t know where.
<Shade_Ringo> I don’t think he’ll wanna’ see you. Begging your pardon.
<Shade_Ringo> ::doesn’t look sincere in that pardon XD::
<Josie_Lyons> ::can tell -g-:: What happened to the Bureau? ::noted the mess in the hall XD Swytch/Prot made::
<Shade_Ringo> Why don’t you just wait for the official report, which the standing Director will overview, and then send a copy to your office.
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Shade> Mama Bates Liquidation Sale. ::still shivering:: I’ve never seen so many agents glaze over like that.))
<Josie_Lyons> I don’t want to wait!! ::snaps at him:: I need answers and I need them now in terms of my position and how to address any issues!  I’ll have to go to congress and ask for a state of emergency most likely.
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL!))
<Shade_Ringo> ::brow furrows:: You sure didn’t want to help before this all started. But now that you’re political tail’s under scrutiny, you’re all about being in the know.
<Shade_Ringo> ((-you’re +your, grammac = out window))
<Shade_Ringo> ((XD case in point))
<Josie_Lyons> ((LOL XD))
<Josie_Lyons> It isn’t just my political tail, and scrutiny?  ::moves up invading his personal space, glaring him in the eyes::  I’ve got as much dirt on the MBI as they think they have on me, Ryder.
<Shade_Ringo> ::mah bubble! holds her gaze, neck arching back some:: Your office will be the first to get the report. You can follow up with inquiries at that time.
<Josie_Lyons> ((ER RINGO lol good lawdy))
<Josie_Lyons> Is Joseph Forge still the acting director?
<Shade_Ringo> ((XD!! <Shade> I want a name change. This happens too much for comfort. People are gonna’ start to think I’m into sports. <Ryder> And that I’m a meterosexual. <Shade> What’s that? ::primping hair::))
<Shade_Ringo> As far as I’m aware.
<Josie_Lyons> ((::diiies!::))
<Josie_Lyons> How long is THAT going to last?  I am not letting it drop about what was done to Sulfur. :;cause she mad as she had the guy she wanted but he was an evil ghost guy from another dimension! ;_;::
<Shade_Ringo> ::shrugs:: That’s for you to take up with the top brass, not me, sweetheart.
<Josie_Lyons> I may also take up with the top brass you risking Spinner escaping AGAIN by asking for his help. ::hand on hip, bad arm still in sling::
<Shade_Ringo> If there had been a better alternative for her take-down, I would’ve explored that option first. But honestly, and even you can’t deny this, his resources were our best chance against the likes of her unique powers.
<Shade_Ringo> It was a gamble, and it paid off. We’re not dead.
<Josie_Lyons> No… but you could have just as easily wrote down any helpful information he had.  Spinner is dangerous, and I want him transferred to the Enforcers.
<Shade_Ringo> Gladly. We don’t want him anymore.
<Josie_Lyons> Speaking of NSA resources, I want that demensional teleporter moved to Enforcer HQ as well.
<Shade_Ringo> Again, you’re talkin’ to the wrong kat. ::rubs spine:: I’ve got a bad back.
<Josie_Lyons> ::mrrs a bit and sighs, stepping back from him:: I’ll let you recoouperate… but I’d be wary of him now… he’s already trying to turn this to his advantage you know.
<Shade_Ringo> ::muttered:: No kiddin’. ::then leans forward, smiling slightly:: Tell me. Do you get this detailed with the city water works? Or electricity perhaps? Think you could get the pothole guys sent down my street?
<Josie_Lyons> … you need to go through Manx for local concerns. ::lol Ringo::
<Josie_Lyons> ::tho can always write a letter since she is onna their congress critters XD::
<Shade_Ringo> I sure wish he were as involved as you. ::still smiling::
<Josie_Lyons> Hrmph… trying to butter me up now? ::looks at him oddly XD::
<Shade_Ringo> Naw, Governor. I’m just sayin’, with such thoroughly hands-on officials as yourself, we might as well open an extension office in our basement. It’d save you the trouble of flying all the way from Pawshington to tell us what to do.
<Shade_Ringo> ::^or, whatever D.C. is in the punyverse XD::
<Josie_Lyons> Megakat City has the highest crime rate in the nation… of many OTHER nations as well.  I was born and raised her, and while I am determined to not show bias towards it, my constant attention on it can’t be helped.
<Josie_Lyons> ((lol I think Pawshington is the established katism here XD))
<Shade_Ringo> That’s reassuring. ::doesn’t look it:: Anything else I can do for you? Leap out a window, eat a bug, ..?
<Josie_Lyons> Get your report to your supreriors so they can get it to me, ASAP. ::cold expression returns and she goes past him to the door::
<Shade_Ringo> ::exhales, wondering if he can see his breath after that remark XD:: Yes ma’am. Mind the rubble on your way out.
<Josie_Lyons> ::XD exits and goes back to her vehicle, many many things going through her mind… questions… but oddly, feels as if some shackles have been removed…::
<Shade_Ringo> ::waits till she’s gone to get up, and start looking for ways in which he can help clean up the Bureau some:: …Paw. Guess this means I’ll have to explain why I blew up the basement stairs, too.
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Hertz> ::stranded in the basement for months::))
<Josie_Lyons> ((lol! Poor Shade -g-))
<Josie_Lyons> ((::dies!::))
<Josie_Lyons> <Tansy>::even tho is suspended could come along and assist XD::
<Shade_Ringo> ::could use some wind power XD his back really is smarting, hauling Spinner, missiles, now rubble:: I need to invest in a brace. ::oofs, dumping a block of rubble out the front steps::
* Josie_Lyons is now known as Tansy_B
<Shade_Ringo> You gonna’ help? <Hertz> ::wearing a bandana over his mouth, muffled:: Sorry. I have deathly dust allergies. <Shade> Of course.
<Tansy_B> ::poofs! in front of the MBI building there and yelps as rubble is dropped down nearly landing on her:: Hey! ::hrmphs a bit and flies up to where Shade is:: Shade?  What’s going on?  I heard that you and Spinner saved the city?  It is all over the televisions.
<Shade_Ringo> ::pats hands, starting back in:: Really? Already? Did they get my good side?
<Tansy_B> Um… they did not have an image of you… only your name.
<Tansy_B> What happened here?  Was the MBI attacked?
<Shade_Ringo> ::jaw askew at that:: Paw dang. Ungrateful- ::mutter grumbles, then turns head to Tans as he stoops to pick up two smaller pieces:: Yeah, in a sense. We were the Normandy beach of Megakat City, as Protocol’n Swytch landed here first.
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Shade> Did they even list my phone number? <Tans> Shade! Focus!))
<Tansy_B> … Normandy Beach…? But we are not that close to the ocean… ::XD poor girl, missed that part of history with her jolt forwards in time:: Protocol? I thought it was just Swytch…
<Tansy_B> ((LOL!!))
<Shade_Ringo> It was Protocol, inside of Swytch. She’d managed to possess her, and as a result combine their two highly destructive forces. Doom and destruction soon followed. ::hauling the two pieces back outside::
<Tansy_B> So… they are really gone then?  Completely destroyed?
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Shade> ::continues explaining to Tansy, all while managing to clear debris, repaint, caulk the windows, and build a new terrace to the MBI::))
<Shade_Ringo> I.. assume so. We, uh, used one of Spinner’s anti-echi.. basically his bomb meant to eradicate magic beings.
<Shade_Ringo> Hit her with its entirety.
<Tansy_B> There was footage of the explosion… they said it messed up some things around it. ::when he sits down more rubble goes and hugs him daw:: I am glad you were not harmed!
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Mark> ::comes back on a crutch, happy to be back, but..:: Why is the MBI made of gingerbread? <Hertz> ::gnawing on his gumdrop desk::))
<Tansy_B> ((::dead::))
<Shade_Ringo> ::h’oof, his spiiine XD:: Heh, s’alright. ::tries to return said hug if arms aren’t pinned:: I’m just thankful you weren’t anywhere near it.
<Tansy_B> As am I! ::lets him go:: Those things are dangerous… where did he get that?
<Shade_Ringo> He had it stowed away in a safety deposit box downtown here. I’m sure he’s got numerous little stashes like that, but that nuke seemed to be the last of it’s kind.
<Tansy_B> ::nods a bit:: Um… is there anything you need me to help with?  Clean up…? I promise I will not try and harm Spinner.  I won’t even look at him. ::grins::
<Shade_Ringo> ::smirks:: Our cleaning crew does seem to be out of commission at the moment. <Hertz> ::whistling behind the front desk, avoiding eye contact:: <Shade> So yeah, if you could lend a wing, that’d be great.
<Tansy_B> Alright! ::smiles and starts moving more of the smaller pieces of drywalk and dust along the floor towards the door::
<Shade_Ringo> ((<Tans’n Shade> ::start whistling and singing “A Spoon Full of Sugar” as they Mary-Poppins-ly clean up the MBI::))
<Tansy_B> ((:;dead:: XD SCARY -g-))