Session Start: Fri Jan 17 22:24:52 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030117.log'
<Ire> Session 2: The Search for Slasher Part I
<Ire> Time Chart: April 4th, 2222
<Ire> Location: Building 38
<Ire> Time: 8:57 AM
* Ire stands near the tactical board in the control room, looking over pictures of Slasher. Plus there's a map of Mega City with circled areas.
* Stark idly stands in the control room.
* Ire picks up a folder with Slasher's goofy face on it, frowning as he flips through the pages.
* Dahok lies asleep on his bed, his legs up against the wall and his face, face down into the middle of his bed
* Ire glances at the chronometer, noting it's almost nine. And hardly anyone has arrived.
<Ire> ...hmph.
<Stark> Slasher seems to have the typical politician face.
* Ire glances at Stark briefly, eyeing him. The first one to arrive, he notes.
* Stark doesn't visibly look at Ire through his sunglasses.
<Ire> GM: *Dahok's bed begins to creek. And, with an abrupt suddenness, it's fall out
<Ire> (Creak)
<Silouette> NRP: Whaaa! His bed turned into nuclear radiation!
<Ire> NRP: Damn, I can't for Session 1's log. Anyone have it, DCC it to me.
* Dahok lose's his precision balance, sending his legs off the wall, causing his knees to smack into the floor
<Dahok> AAAAHHH SON OF A BITMMMMFFF *grabs his knees*
<Sherinmir> <Firebird> *snorts, blinks for a moment, then rolls over and goes back to sleep*
*** Sherinmir is now known as Sherin-Gone
* Ire sees it's time and he throws down the folder, looking at Stark.
<Ire> It looks like it's you and me today.
* Stark looks at Ire
* Silouette steps into the briefing room.
* Dahok push's himself up his knees throbbing with pain
<Ire> Private Silouette, you're just in time...
<Dahok> Uuhh...what time is...*looks over at the Chronometer* Ohhh shit...
* Dahok quickly toss's on a shirt and some pants
* Stark rests his hands on his walking stick
* Dahok runs out the door and starts sprinting towarsd the Briefing room
<Ire> Before we begin the investigation, I think it should be noted a little of Slasher's ... essentric character. *he stops in front of the projector and turns it on. On the screen shows Garland Hianule on a talk show, answering questions* This is Garland Hianule, long time standing rival of Slasher. As you will note....one of the callers is Slasher himself. *Sure enough, Slasher's voice is heard, asking Garland some dumbass question*
* Silouette stands quietly, stilly, waiting to hear what Ire has to say.
* Dahok comes running into the briefing room
* Stark blinks at screen, Garland attacking Slasher with a chair.
<Ire> GM: *Garland, of course, immediately starts flipping off the camera and telling Slasher to get off the line. Slasher is heard saying, "Click. Dial tooooooooneeeee."*
<Silouette> .........
<Stark> NRP: Well, omit my line than! :P
* Ire turns his head towards Dahok, just as the projector decides to immediately collapse and break
<Ire> ...
<Silouette> ...............
<Stark> ..... And this Garland character is supposed to be some sort of America's sweetheart?
<Dahok> .....Bad...mojo?
<Ire> ... Garland Hianule and his clone, Hianule the Pope, were beloved. One saved Earth as the super pope and the other saved the Earth several times, plus one 3 out of the 4 world tournaments before his death.
<Ire> (won)
<Ire> It's believed Slasher and Garland were working together on a project for Earth's defense up until the time of Garland's death.
<Ire> Then, several months later, Slasher's shuttle is destroyed.
<Dahok> Do we have a list of enemys that he has gained over his time in office?
<Ire> The Tsivrixsh. The Lunarians. Several noses cut off in the human department. You name it, Slasher probably pissed them off in his career.
* Ire nods at the projector
<Ire> As you can see, his character was ... different.
<Silouette> NRP: *surprised Ariel wasn't mentioned*
<Dahok> Like who in the Human department? I thought overall, people were happy with him.
<Stark> Indeed.
<Dahok> NRP: But he looooved Ariel!
<Dahok> NRP: He turned his Boyfriend into a monument!
<Ire> NRP: ... he loved ARIEL?! *beats up Slasher*
<Dahok> NRP: her...
<Ire> I don't have a list of complied names, but there was a general consensus that Slasher was just a clown in office.
* Dahok nods
<Ire> Today's agenda will be to visit the leader of this area, Tyler McCabe. Mr. McCabe was Slasher's assistant up until the shuttle incident. Perhaps he can shine some light on this, plus let us in Slasher's house.
<Dahok> His house is still around?
<Ire> Yes. McCabe took the house under his safeguard.
<Dahok> When are we leaving?
* Ire holds up a list of names. Slasher. Cheryl. Ariel. Katrina.
<Ire> These people all lived there at one time.
<Ire> Right away. I have a van outside the building. Lets move it.
* Stark head out.
* Silouette nods quietly.
<Dahok> How many people of those can we get a hold of?
<Ire> Slasher and Cheryl were in the shuttle incident. Both probably dead. *walks down the stairs after Stark* Katrina Star is currently in the Alliance Academy and is unreachable at this time. And Ariel Vanguard is missing. She vanished a week after Slasher's shuttle was destroyed.
<Dahok> Hmm...*turns and starts walking towards the exit*
* Ire heads out the front door and walks up to the van. He opens the driver's door and steps in, slamming the door shut. He turns on the van.
* Silouette follows, and sits in the back of the van.
* Stark sits in the van quietly.
* Dahok slides the side door open and enters the van*
* Ire turns the van around and drives over the grass to the nearest exit. He waits for the traffic to clear up some, then pulls out onto the streets of Mega City. He drives calmly down the streets. Traffic is pretty light this morning.
<Ire> Tyler McCabe is currently situated in the same building Slasher used when he was the leader.
* Stark presses his glases against the bridge of his nose.
<Ire> GM: *a black car drives up behind them*
* Ire stops at a red light, flipping his right turn blinker on.
<Ire> I want you all to be on your best behavior. McCabe is a busy man and he agreed to see us today.
* Dahok sits in his seat leaning back
* Stark nods once.
<Silouette> ......
* Ire turns right when the green light comes on. Behind them several cars follow suit.
* Dahok looks over at Stark and sniffs the air
<Dahok> Bad Mojo! *points at Stark*
* Stark passively notes Dahok.
* Ire glances in his rearview mirror, frowning.
* Ire gets in the left turn lane. A black car pulls up behind them again.
* Dahok looks back forward
<Silouette> ...yes, we are being followed...
<Stark> We're being followed.
* Ire turns left and keeps going. The black car follows after them.
<Ire> ...hm
[SOUND]
* Dahok looks backwards
* Ire speeds up some. The black car keeps up pace. They begin to accelerate.
* Stark furrows his brow slightly.
<Dahok> Someone wants to keep tabs on us..
<Ire> ...yes. And they know we know.
<Silouette> ...not surprising.
* Ire jerks into the left lane of traffic, placing a car between them.
<Silouette> ...they wouldn't know if you didn't keep testing them...
<Dahok> Anyone got something to throw?
<Stark> I could attempt to... delay them.
<Ire> GM: *the black car accelerates extremely fast, becoming a hazzard to the traffic they're in*
<Ire> How so, Private?
<Stark> No one will be hurt, I assure you. Though their speed is a threat to everyone on the street.
<Ire> Do it.
* Dahok studies Stark
<Ire> GM: *The black car pulls up beside the van*
* Stark opens the sunroof of the van, standing and looking at the car.
* Dahok looks through the sidewindow at the van, trying to see who's in the black car
<Ire> Our turn is coming up in 4 blocks. They're between it and us.
* Stark pulls a voodoo doll from a pocket, placing a needle into the leg of the doll as he looks at the car.
<Ire> GM: *the black car's windows are tinted rather darkly*
<Ire> GM: *The black car weaves*
* Stark presses the needle deeply into the leg.
<Silouette> ......
<Ire> GM: *The black car slams on breaks and goes into a spin. The car behind it swerves at the way, causing a traffic jam to occur and some light fender benders*
<Dahok> ....Well that worked.
* Stark sits, pulling the pin out and placing the doll in his pocket.
* Ire turns into the right lane as soon as the black car is gone, then pulls off at their turn.
<Dahok> ....*looks back at Stark* What did you do?
<Stark> I learned much from my grandmother.
<Ire> GM: *in the distance a large building is seen. The 30 story building, once Slasher's, has been renovated and restored to an even taller glory and power. It overlooks the city*
<Ire> Good job, Private.
* Dahok looks at him carefully
* Stark quietly nods and holds his walking stick in his lap.
* Dahok turns his head back to the front window
* Ire pulls into the large parking lot outside the building drives up to a reserved parking area. Flashing a guard his ID, he pulls up into the small section of the parking lot and parks the car.
<Dahok> Wow....that's huge....*pulls out his datapad and looks at it, comparing it to what it used to be like
<Dahok> ...Man that McCabe guy sure like to show his money.
* Ire flips off the engine, gathering some items, and steps out of the van.
* Dahok opens the side door and leaps out, stretching
* Stark removes himself from the van, looking up at the massive building.
* Ire pulls out 3 ID badges and hands them to their respective person. Each ID has their face on it and signalling they are part of the Mega City/Vesperton Police Force.
<Ire> Here you go everyone.
* Dahok puts it on his shirt
* Silouette puts on her badge and nods silently.
* Ire locks the van and begins to walk across the parking lot, a cool wind blowing over the area.
* Stark places it on his vest, walking after Ire, his walking stick tacking against the ground.
* Dahok follows behind Ire, his head going back and forth as he takes in the new area
<Ire> GM: *the area has several guards moving about. No one seems to pay them any mind with their badges on*
<Silouette> NRP: <Silouette> .oO( I miss my cardboard box... )
<Dahok> NRP: MiniGM: *a cardbox is seen moving in the background with two legs underneath them*
* Ire moves up to the front door. Tapping his badge, the guard merely nods and waves them all into the lobby.
* Dahok enters the lobby and looks around, an excited look on his face
* Stark follows.
<Ire> GM: *The lobby is huge. 3 secretaries conduct business for various things. It seems it's a busy day*
* Dahok walks over to one of the secretaries
<Dahok> Hi!
<Ire> Secretary: *looks up, adjusting the phone-set she has on her head* May I help you...sir?
* Ire grimaces at Dahok.
<Silouette> ......
<Dahok> Well that depends on if your available tonight or not? 7 o'clock sound ok?
<Ire> .....
<Ire> Private Fyro.
* Dahok tenses up
<Ire> We're on duty, not here to pick up dates.
<Dahok> .....*starts backing up* I'll call you! *gives her a thumbs up and turns around*
<Ire> GM: *he slips on a wet spot on the floor*
* Stark vaguely scowls.
* Ire steps past Dahok and nods at the secretary, showing her his ID.
* Dahok tries to stabalize himself but doesn't and is sent flat on his back
* Stark steps over to Ire, looking down at him.
<Ire> We're here to meet Mr. McCabe at 9:45.
<Dahok> Owww....*coughs*
<Ire> <Secretary> I'll have an escort down in a minute, sir.
* Dahok pushes himself up
* Ire nods, glancing back at Dahok.
<Stark> NRP: Replace Ire with Dahok... specify who falls over, eh DS?
<Ire> NRP: Eh, at least he got it? *teardrop*
* Silouette is quiet, almost statuesque.
* Stark stares forward, randomly looking around the area, taking the scenery in.
* Dahok looks over at a guard
<Dahok> Don't you bozo's put up signs?!
* Dahok rubs the back of his head
<Ire> There's something you should know about this building. This area has a specific field up to nullify the affects of weapons outside the guard's. However, unusual weapons...*glances at Stark* aren't affected.
<Ire> <Guard> .... *glances at the wet floor sign*
* Stark looks at Ire.
* Dahok looks over at it and face faults
* Stark nods once, making no move other than to adjust his holding of his cane.
<Ire> GM: *The lobby is lined with tile flooring. Each of the desks has "McCabe" written on it big letters. There's 3 main desks in this huge lobby, spanning to about 11 feet with 1 secretary behind their respected desk. 2 elevators are on the back wall, with several side hallways moving from the lobby on the left and the right. A stairway door is off on the side wall*
* Dahok walks over to the others
<Dahok> Stupid water puddle...
* Silouette shakes her head slightly.
* Dahok looks around for plants
<Ire> GM: *an elevator door opens and two guards in dress uniform begin to walk out and towards the group. They're around 6'5", the elite of the human crop. Each look about the same, though. The first one, a blonde, nods. <Guard 1> Welcome, officers. Come right this way. *The second guard, brown haired, gestures at the elevator as his partner finishes talking*
<Ire> GM: *no plants*
* Dahok nods studying the too carefully as he makes his way to the elevator
* Ire walks towards the elevator and steps in. The elevator, in contrast to the lobby, has a velvet red carpet and brownish walls.
* Stark glances at the red carpet as he steps in, noting the stark contrast between the two motifs.
* Silouette steps in.
<Dahok> This is McCabe's special elevator?
<Ire> <Guard 2> Oh, no, sir. This will take us up to a floor near his office floor, though, where we will switch off.
<Ire> GM: *The guards step in after the group, making the small elevator space tightened when the doors shut. The elevator begins to rise*
* Stark stands silently in the elevator, breathing slowly.
<Dahok> So...anyone hear any good jokes lately?
<Ire> GM: *they pass floor 7*
* Stark idly doesn't respond to Dahok, indicating that he hasn't heard any jokes.
* Ire doesn't comment. Neither do the guards.
<Dahok> What do you do when your wifes stumbling around infront of your house?
<Ire> GM: *They pass floor 14*
<Ire> <Guard 2> What?
<Dahok> Reload your shotgun and shoot at her some more.
<Ire> ... <Guard 1> ... <Guard 2> ...
* Dahok looks at them
<Dahok> ....What?!
* Stark doesn't comment.
<Ire> *they pass floor 28, thank god*
<Stark> Hrm..
<Dahok> You hear the one about the muffins?
* Ire grunts.
* Ire stares holes in the back of Dahok's head.
<Ire> GM: *The elevator opens, finally, on floor 29*
<Silouette> *quietly* ...about time.
<Ire> <Guard 2> Alright, this way.
<Dahok> ....Darn looks like were out of time.
* Stark shifts once, then steps off quickly to get away from the thick sense of bad humor.
* Ire walks out of the elevator. The guards lead them through a series of hallways which seem more like a maze then anything, to another elevator.
* Stark follows them, passively making a note to remember each turn.
<Ire> <Guard 1> *pulls out a special key and unlocks a control panel. He hits it, activating a comm. link.* The officers are here to see you, sir. *A moment pauses, then the elevator doors slideo pen*
<Ire> <Guard 2> We'll wait for you here.
* Ire nods, stepping into the new elevator.
* Stark steps on as well.
* Dahok steps onto the new elevator
<Ire> GM: *the new elevator, actually outside the building, gives a great view of the city as it's entirely glass*'
* Silouette steps in, "...this is overkill..."
* Ire glances at the only button on the elevator and taps it. The doors slide shut and the elevator begins to rise
* Dahok looks at the others
* Stark passively looks down a the city below.
<Dahok> Where's your guy's trees?
<Ire> GM: *it opens one floor later. They're in a small hallway now with a set of steel doors. They open, as if by command, showing the inside of a well furnished office*
* Dahok looks at the cityscape
* Dahok turns back to the elevator door and steps off it
* Ire walks down the hallway and into the office. Sitting at his desk is Tyler McCabe. McCabe looks to be in his early thirties. He's the stunning image of youth, vigor, and energy. He smiles at them with only a smile a politician could manage.
* Stark follows Dahok and Ire off of the elevator, glancing around lightly.
<Ire> <McCabe> Welcome!
<Ire> GM: *the office is carpeted with velvet and the walls are a shade of red themselves. There's no windows, but several sources of light around the room. And there's plants. In the corner.*
<Ire> Mr. McCabe. *nods*
* Dahok walks over to the plants
<Ire> GM: *a set of 6 chairs are set off to the side*
<Ire> <McCabe> Take a seat, everyone.
* Silouette silently takes a seat, nodding slightly to McCabe
* Ire nods, sitting down in one of the available chairs.
* Dahok steps upto a plant and places his hand on one of the leafs, he begins to get a spaced out look on his face
<Ire> ...
<Ire> Private, sit down.
<Silouette> ......
* Stark has already taken a seat, his hands rubbing the pommel of his cane lightly.
<Ire> GM: *McCabe looks sort of disturbed by Dahok* <McCabe> You, uh, like?
* Ire turns to McCabe
<Ire> As you know sir, we've been assigned to look into what happened with Slasher. We we---
<Ire> <McCabe> Yes, yes, I heard about the investigation by Captain Tikal. Really, officer, I see no point in your investigating a five year old case. We already determined Lunarians were behind it.
* Dahok turns his head, his face returning back to normal
<Ire> Well, in any event, I'm under the captain's orders to look into it. Anything you could tell us would be vital, sir.
* Dahok looks at McCabe and then at the plant
* Dahok makes his way to a seat and sits down
* Stark listens to Ire and McCabe discuss the matter.
<Ire> <McCabe> *leans back in his seat, sizing up Ire* I don't really have anything to offer a five year old case, officer. Slasher was heading to meet up with President Dominator from the Alliance when his shuttle was intercepted and destroyed by Lunarians. For years he made it hell on them. Not that I blame his actions. As I tried to safe guard the remaining members of his househould, Ariel and Katrina, both went missing.
<Ire> <McCabe> Followed by his son, Dias, and his wife and kids. All in a week-2 week period.
<Ire> Didn't Katrina transfer to the Alliance Academy.
* Dahok looks around for an older plant
<Ire> <McCabe> A little later, yes. But her mother, Ariel, still remains missing.
* Ire nods.
<Ire> Any cases or files Slasher was working on that mig---
<Ire> <McCabe> Officer, please, I told you, there is nothing. And even if there was, five years is too long to be worrying about this. Really, I should talk with Tikal about dropping this matter.
<Ire> I see. Well, one last thing you could do for us, sir?
<Ire> <McCabe> Hmmm? Yes?
<Ire> I'd like to look over Slasher's house. Do you have the access codes?
<Ire> <McCabe> *pauses briefly, then nods, pulling over a notepad and writing down a series of combinations and tearing the paper off. He hands it to Ire* They'll be changed tomorrow morning, for safety precaussions. Good day, officers.
<Ire> (precautions)
* Ire stands up, shaking McCabe's hand. He nods at the others.
<Ire> Lets go.
* Stark nods.
* Dahok stands up
<Dahok> ...So was she cute? *looks over at McCabe*
* Ire walks back through the steel doors and into the hallway. The glass elevator waits on them.
<Ire> <McCabe> Huh?
* Stark stands, following Ire to the elevator.
<Dahok> Was she cute?
<Ire> <McCabe> ... who?
* Ire glances back at the office, noting that Dahok is talking with McCabe.
<Dahok> The woman you banged this morning?
<Ire> ...what is that idiot doing...?
* Silouette heads after Ire.
<Dahok> And underage too...
<Ire> <McCabe> *turns several shades of red*
<Dahok> Naughty Naughty...
<Ire> <McCabe> Get out!
* Dahok turns and starts walking away
* Stark quirks a brow, studying Dahok
<Dahok> I'm guessing that means your date for tonights off?
* Silouette smirks just a little, hard to notice.
* Dahok quickens his pace and steps onto the elevator
* Ire notes the shade of McCabe's face and sighs
<Ire> GM: *The elevator doors slide shut and it begins to lower*
<Ire> What in the hell were you doing in there, Fyro?
<Dahok> Interogatting.
<Ire> GM: *the doors open and two unhappy guards stand there. They motion for them to come. And now*
<Ire> Don't give me that bullshit.
<Dahok> I'm not lieing..
<Dahok> I just...wasn't interrogating him.
* Ire follows the guards who, at a quickened pace, get them back to the first set of elevators and practically shove them in*
<Dahok> HEY! Not so rough.
* Ire slides in. The elevator begins to lower towards the lobby again.
* Stark glances at Ire.
* Silouette glares at the guards
* Ire says nothing in particular, looking around the elevator. He remains deathly silent.
<Ire> GM: *the elevator doors open to the lobby.*
* Ire steps out and walks across the tiled floor, navigating around the wet spot. Once he's outside, he looks up at the darkening clouds.
<Silouette> *follows along* ...rain again... the forecast is never right...
* Ire moves towards the van, finally speaking.
* Dahok follows behind them
<Ire> What were your impressions of him, Privates?
<Stark> I'm not sure. I believe Dahok may have made him uncomfortable to a point where it's hard to read him.
[SOUND]
<Dahok> I wasn't lieing about that!
<Silouette> ...he doesn't want us to find anything that could jepordize his possision...
* Ire pulls out the keys to the van, inserting them to unlock the door, but finds it's already unlocked. He grunts.
<Dahok> .....
<Dahok> I don't trust this van suddenly..
* Stark seems contemplative.
<Ire> ...
* Ire grips the door handle, still, the door slightly opened from where he was beginning to pull it open while unlocking it.
<Dahok> And I couldn't find anything on him...
<Dahok> Ire....I don't think you should do that.
<Dahok> How many people, have keys for that van?
* Ire slowly begins to release his grip on the handle.
<Silouette> *smiles a little* ...probally only a bomb...
<Ire> Several higher ups in the police department.
<Dahok> Anyone have a scanner to use on this?
* Dahok looks around for a tree or some plant life
* Dahok even an animal
* Ire releases the handle.
<Ire> GM: *a squirrel bounces around the parking lot*
<Silouette> NRP: *watches Dahok run out of points before they get back*
[SOUND]
<Ire> Squirrel: *bounces near Dahok*
* Dahok looks at the squirrel and kneels down
<Ire> Squirrel: *freaks out and attacks Dahok's face*
<Dahok> AHHHH!!!! *grabs at the squirrel, trying to pull it off*
<Silouette> ......
<Ire> ...
<Ire> Squirrel: *bites repeatedly*
* Dahok pulls the squirrel off
<Silouette> NRP: If it starts speaking with a british accent, I'm disconnecting.
<Dahok> CHITTER CHITTER!
<Ire> Squirrel: *bounces out of the grip and runs across the grass*
* Dahok rubs his face
<Silouette> ....
* Dahok walks over to the grass and runs his hands through it
<Dahok> ....*stands up* There's a bomb on it.
<Ire> GM: *some of the grass seemingly grips onto Dahok's hand*
<Dahok> AHHH!! *yanks his hand back*
<Silouette> ...should we... call a cab...?
<Ire> ... *shakes head at Dahok* Alright, I'll call Captain Tikal to send us a ride.
<Dahok> Stupid Grass....
* Ire pulls out a communicator and walks off to the side to talk into it, leaving the three to themselves.
* Dahok dusts his hands
<Dahok> Well, I just saved your guys's lifes.
<Stark> ..
* Dahok moves a good, 20 ft away from the van
* Stark walks over to the van.
<Stark> I don't think it's that obvious.
* Dahok looks at Stark
<Dahok> I'm telling you, there's a bomb on it.
* Stark opens the door.
<Ire> GM: *B---nothing happens*
* Stark looks at Dahok.
* Stark closes the door and walks over to him.
<Stark> No?
<Dahok> .....*mouths drops down* Bu...Bu...
* Ire is seen hanging up his communicator and walking back.
<Ire> Alright, Tikal is sending us another van and having the bomb squad come down and dismantle the bomb.
<Dahok> Bu....bu...
<Dahok> Boom....?
* Ire eyes Dahok warily.
<Stark> I opened the door, Ire. No bomb.
<Ire> ... *his face darkens*
Session Close: Sat Jan 18 00:00:00 2003

Session Start: Sat Jan 18 00:00:00 2003
Session Ident: #taw
<Dahok> Ignition?
<Ire> ...
* Ire looks between Dahok and Stark, deciding to believe Stark.
* Dahok rubs his face
<Dahok> Stupid Brahnks....
<Ire> Alright, let me call off the bomb squad.
* Dahok kicks a rock at the van
<Ire> GM: *the van explodes*
* Dahok covers his face from flying shrapnel
* Stark quirks his brow.
* Dahok looks at Stark
* Ire shields his face as he stares at the firey ball rising up as the van goes...everywhere.
<Dahok> TOLD YOU!
<Silouette> ......
* Ire finishes the call.
<Ire> No need for bomb squad. *he hangs up*
* Stark crosses his arms quietly.
<Silouette> ...that was... predictable...
* Ire shakes his head and disbelief at his team and walks over to sit on the curb.
* Dahok sticks his tongue out at Stark
<Ire> (in)
<Ire> GM: *several guards run in. Infact, a crowd forms near the explosion, gawking*
* Ire covers his face as some take pictures.
<Dahok> Well obviously someones wants us off the case.
<Silouette> ...the black car and McCabe's responce weren't enough for you...?
<Ire> GM: *a new van pulls up. The driver steps out, gestures at it, then looks at the firey remains of the old van* <Driver> Whoa, dude, who did that?
* Stark gestures to Dahok.
* Silouette makes a slight head gesture to Dahok
* Dahok flicks off Stark
* Dahok then moves his hand over to Silouette
* Ire steps into the new van, slamming the driver door shut.
<Ire> <Driver> Man, you rock, dude.
* Silouette pulls down one eyelid and sticks her tounge out at Dahok, then gets into the van.
* Stark steps onto the new van.
* Ire seems to in a rather ... ire mood.
* Dahok walks over to the new van and steps in
<Dahok> So what unit are you from?
* Dahok looks at the driver
<Ire> <Driver> oh, I just drive the vans to units who stupidly got rid of theirs. Well, see you later!
<Ire> ...
* Ire quickly speeds off from the scene.
<Dahok> .....Have you seen him before Ire?
<Ire> No, I think this is the first time I've had a vehicle under my command destroyed.
<Ire> Especially on the first day.
* Dahok shrugs
* Ire pulls out onto the streets, heading towards Slasher's house.
<Dahok> Ain't my fault someone put a bomb on there.
* Ire says nothing more.
<Silouette> ......
* Ire looks over at Stark, then Dahok, and finally at Silouette in the back.
* Stark sits silently.
<Ire> We're going to make a quick stop at the building to get some supplies. I want to pick up a few things before we hit Slasher's place.
* Ire changes lanes and turns, heading towards the Police HQ area.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Jan 18 00:13:58 2003