Session Start: Sat Jan 18 18:47:16 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030118.log'
* Slasher walks away, crying
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<Ire> -0-
<Pope> ...Wait, don't we need Dias?
<Ire> ...
<Ire> He's right there
* Ire points at Dahok.
* Dahok waves
<Pope> Ah, crap, saw 'Slasher' leave and got confused
<Ire> Understandable. He is a freak.
* Dahok looks appaled
<Pope> SESSION BEGINS
<Ire> Session 3: The Search for Bozo Part II
<Ire> Time Chart: April 4th, a few hours after last session
<Ire> Location: Building 38
<Ire> Time: 12:45 PM
* Ire sits at the master computer, finishing his sandwich off. He's still in a bad mood from the events earlier today -- like only a handful of people showing up for duty.
* Stark stands just outside of the control room.
* Dahok sits in the medical bay, having his squirrel scratches tended to
* Ire flips through an open folder on Slasher, standing up.
* Pope stands around outside, smoking a cigarrete and looking...British.
<Ire> NRP: Profound
* Ire has, incidentally, scheduled Meeting 2 at 1:00
* Dahok leaves the medical bay
<Dahok> Stupid luck....
* Ire pulls out the code into Slasher's house, checking something in the folder. He then tucks the paper into his uniform shirt pocket.
* Stark steps into the control room, remaining punctual for meetings.
* Dahok makes his way to the control room
* Pope remains outside, slouching against the moitor wall of the building, full of agnst and alcohol
<Ire> Welcome, Mr. Harlequin
* Stark nods.
* Ire paces across the room, closing the folder.
<Ire> What are your thoughts on this entire case?
<Stark> I'm not sure yet.
* Dahok enters the control room
<Ire> ...Private Fyro.
<Dahok> Yes sir?
* Stark glances at Dahok
<Ire> You're on time. *he says simply, going back to looking at the tactical board with Slasher's pictures*
* Dahok looks relieved
*** Tikal has joined #taw
* Tikal comes walking up to the building, dressed in her Captain's uniform. She spots Pope.
<Dahok> So what do you think we'll find at Slashers place?
* Pope sees Tikal over the rim of his shades
* Dahok looks at Captain Tikal
<Tikal> NRP: She's outside
<Dahok> NRP: Ohh...
<Pope> Well hello 'gain, luv.
<Tikal> Well, Mr. Pope, how's the first day on the new job going?
* Tikal brushes back her brown hair, smiling.
* Pope exhales a large puff of smoke. "Slow an' buggerin' boring."
<Tikal> Slow? I thought with sabotage and vans exploding you'd be right up the alley for action.
* Ire eyes the time
<Ire> Well, it's almost time for us to get ready to head to Slasher's place.
<Ire> You two ready?
<Pope> I missed that portion of the day. I was otherwise...indisposed.
* Dahok nods
<Tikal> Ah.
<Ire> NRP: *meantime, half the girls on the HQ lot have met Pope personally*
<Pope> NRP: <Girls> *swoon* Ohhh Michaeeeellll...
* Stark sits in his seat quietly
* Pope drops his cigarette smoke and stamps it out
<Dahok> NRP: *Dias walks by, and the girls quickly start swooning towards him*
<Pope> *smoke - butt
<Ire> GM: *outside a driver pulls up in a van. He hops out, waving at Tikal, then scurries off*
<Pope> NRP: More like throwing up.
<Tikal> Seems like Lt. Carmichael is going on another assignment today.
* Tikal nods at the van.
<Pope> Yeah. *nods slowly* I'm supposed to meet up with 'im at non.
* Ire exits the control room, heading down the stairs.
<Pope> *noon
* Tikal glances at her chronometer
<Tikal> It's 12:03
<Ire> (Er, 1:03)
<Pope> NRP: Err, yeah, meant 1
* Dahok follows behind Ire
* Pope shrugs
* Ire looks in his folder as he steps down and walks through the lobby, stepping outside. He looks over at Tikal and Pope. He nods.
<Pope> And that's me ride.
<Tikal> Lieutenant. I had some invesigators go over the remains of the van. No clues as to where the bomb was located or who made it.
<Ire> I assumed as much. Thank you, Captain.
* Pope winks at Tikal with a smirk and a small wave as he follows after the group.
* Dahok passes by Tikal
* Tikal nods at Pope.
* Ire opens the driver's door to the van and steps in. He slams it shut.
* Dahok looks up at the sky a happy look on his face
* Dahok opens the side door and steps in
<Ire> GM: *it's still overcast*
<Tikal> Well, happy hunting.
* Tikal turns and walks off.
*** Tikal has left #taw
* Ire looks back at Dahok, noting the disappearance of Stark.
<Ire> Hrm.
<Dahok> Where is that old fart?
* Dahok looks around for Stark
<Stark> Old?
* Stark stands behind Dahok.
* Ire grunts, preparing various controls on the van.
<Pope> Nice trick.
* Stark nods.
* Ire turns the van around and begins to drive across the HQ's grass towards the nearest exit. He pulls out onto the street.
* Ire drives with the traffic out towards Slasher's place. He remains quiet, as per usual.
* Dahok looks back
<Dahok> ....BAD MOJO!!!
<Ire> GM: *if, as on cue, the tire's wheel pops*
* Stark glares at Dahok.
<Dahok> WhaT?!
* Ire struggles to maintain control of the van and pulls off in the parking lane of the street.
<Ire> ... Private Dahok, there's a spare in the back. Please switch out the tires.
<Dahok> Why me?!
<Ire> ... *Gives "the look"*
<Pope> Oh bloody hell, I knew I should've stayed in bed this mornin'.
* Dahok grumbles and gets out of the van
<Ire> GM: *the front right tire is just as popped as it can be*
<Pope> Least we didn't go Belgium.
* Dahok goes to the rear of the van and climbs underneath it, working on dropping the spare tire
<Ire> GM: *it drops, right on his face*
* Stark quietly thinks to himself.
* Dahok grumbles
* Dahok pushes the tire off his face and to his side, he then crawls from underneath it, pulling the tire with him
* Stark presses his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
* Ire sits there, looking quite displeased with today.
* Dahok brings it upto the front right of the van and sets it down
* Dahok knocks on the passender window
* Ire reaches over and hits the button to roll it down.
<Pope> Quick, floor it, maybe we can drive off without 'im
* Stark scowls slightly.
<Dahok> Hand me the jack please
<Ire> Mr. Harlequin, get him the jack, would you?
* Stark steps off the van, handing him the Jack.
<Ire> NRP: Jack: You can't do this! I'm not in the RPG!
<Pope> NRP: <Me> I don't turn like that, aiiieee!
* Dahok takes it and sets it under a frame mount and begins jacking the van up
<Stark> NRP: Stop jacking the van.
* Pope pulls out a flask and pries the lid off
<Pope> An' one for the road.
* Dahok begins switching tires
* Ire studies the folder he brought with him
<Ire> GM: *hover cars pass by them. No tire worries there, baby*
* Dahok finishes switching tires and leaves the blown one on the side of the road
* Dahok opens the side door and leaps in
<Dahok> Let's go.
<Pope> Bugger, we should be usin' the fly-by's instead of this ol' piece of dung.
* Ire pulls off onto the street and begins to drive.
* Ire begins to move towards the outskirts of the city. Traffic dies down some and the buildings begin to become fewer.
* Stark doesn't comment.
<Ire> GM: *they finally arrive on the street Slasher lives on.*
* Ire begins to drive down it, looking to the left.
<Pope> NRP: *Slasher opens the door* What the hell do you want?!
<Dahok> NRP: Slasher: GET THE HELL OF MY LAWN, YA DAMN KIDS!
* Stark looks about.
* Ire pulls up in Slasher's driveway.
<Ire> NRP: Ire: Well, this case is closed.
* Ire parks the van in the driveway and shuts it off. He opens the door and steps out.
* Stark follows Ire.
* Dahok steps out of the van and stretches
* Pope steps out and looks around
* Ire locks the doors to the van and shuts them.
<Pope> What a shithole, no wonder the bloke up an' vanished.
<Dahok> So this is it? *looks at a 3 story house
* Ire notes the neglect to the lawn. Grass is overgrown, bushes are untrimmed.
* Stark looks at the lawn.
* Dahok runs his hands through the bushes as he walks by them
* Pope bangs on the door
* Ire walks up the driveway to the door. He pulls out the passcode and begins to enter it.
* Stark takes a breath, keeping with Ire.
<Ire> GM: *the door unlocks and creaks open as Pope bangs it. The darkness inside is seen*
* Dahok looks around for a light switch
* Ire steps in. Lights automatically flicker on.
* Stark scans the area with his eyes.
<Ire> GM: *the long hallway branches off to the left and the right. And it also continues onward to a set of stairs, a door, and another branch off*
<Ire> GM: *The wall has pictures of Slasher, Cheryl, Katrina, and Ariel*
* Pope lights up a cigarette and flips hisl ighter shut with a snap. "So, what're we lookin' for?" *the cigarette flops up and down in his mouth as he speaks*
<Ire> Clues. Files. Any reasons as to why he'd be snatched.
* Dahok walks upto a painting and looks at it
<Ire> Killed.
<Ire> And maybe we can learn something, too, about him.
<Dahok> Who's this?! *points at a picture of a man and a women, two kids infront of them*
* Ire opens his folder and looks inside.
* Pope shrugs. "Bloke was ruler of the whole friggin' planet, an' after he disappeared, several other blokes toke his place. Ain't that a good indication?"
* Stark looks at Dahok's shouting.
<Ire> His son Dias and his daughter-in-law. And their two kids.
<Ire> Indication of what, Private Pope?
* Stark looks around for anything of interest.
* Dahok picks the picture up, looking beneath it
<Ire> GM: *to the right of the hallway leads to the living room*
<Ire> GM: *to the left leads to another room similar to the guest room, though it seems more like a place of relaxation*
* Pope shrugs with exaggeration. "Think 'bout it, mate. Whole planet was united under this one guy and growing apart. Ya don't wager some of the current leaders wouldn't guess to gain power if this Slasher yank up an' vanished?"
<Dahok> I think I'm gonna head upstairs and check out his room...
<Ire> So you're suggesting they bumped Slasher off?
<Dahok> ....*looks over to Ire* Who'd lose the most if he suddenly returned..
* Ire moves along the hallway.
* Pope takes his cigarette out of his mouth and holds it as he points his hand to Ire. "You start an investigation, you need theories."
<Ire> Hard to say. Even if Slasher returned, he'd never be able to claim leadership again.
* Dahok starts walking up the stairs, looking around for plants
<Ire> GM: *the stairs leads him to the 2nd floor where bedrooms are located*
* Ire moves up the stairs after Dahok.
<Pope> Ya ask me, it's a bloody-good likelyhood. It ain't as if assasination is unheard of.
* Dahok looks to see how many bedrooms there are
* Stark stays in the main room, studying the painting.
<Pope> 'Ell, happened in England all the time before the bloomin' 20th century.
<Ire> A good possibility
<Ire> GM: *there are 5 bedrooms*
<Dahok> MiniGM: *a picture of Cheryl seems to stand out the most*
<Ire> GM: *off to the side are some pictures of Garland Hianule. And some of Snipe*
* Pope blows out a smoke ring as he looks for anything like a cellar or basement.
* Dahok heads into a bedroom closest to his left
<Ire> GM: *Near the stairs, the floor looks unusual, like it could lead downwarD*
* Ire steps into a flowery type room. Obviously Katrina's. Stuffied animals, pictures of famous men, and a desk with books and stuff. It seems as if she left everything behind. A picture of a black haired man is seen*
* Dahok opens the door and looks around, it being decorated more for small children
<Pope> NRP: Like a door in the floor or what?
* Stark thinks to himself.
<Ire> NRP: Trapdoor, yes.
* Ire walks along her room, flipping through a diary. He places it in his folder, stepping out of the room after investigating it.
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the picture of Cheryl looks like it's been disturbed recently as the dust around it seems to show an outline of it being moved
* Dahok steps out of the room and looks over at Ire
<Dahok> Find anything yet?
<Ire> Nothing.
* Pope kneals down and starts yanking at the trapdoor
* Stark looks at the pictures on the walls, moving to the one of Cheryl.
<Ire> GM: *it doesn't budge. If it is a trapdoor, it's seemingly unbudgingable*
<Ire> NRP: I made up a new word!
<Pope> ...Oh, bugger this. *reaches over his shoulder and pulls out his shotgun, aiming for the trapdoor*
* Stark feels the sides of the painting, checking it over.
* Pope cocks the gun and fires
* Ire jerks up at the shot.
* Dahok looks over at the shot
<Dahok> ...What was that?1
<Ire> GM: *the floor is barely dented. What the hell is it made of*
* Ire runs down the stairs and spots Pope
<Ire> ...what are you doing?
<Pope> Just a little redecoratin'.
* Pope points to the dent
* Ire grimaces.
<Dahok> ....*continues down the hallway, heading towards the door at the very end of the hallway
<Pope> Trapdoor.
* Ire moves down the stairs and bends down, running his hand over it.
<Pope> Bloody wanker won't open.
<Ire> Hm.
<Dahok> ....*grabs the door knob and slowly turns it, it creaking as it opens*
<Ire> GM: *the painting Stark is touching seems to be loose*
<Pope> NRP: *suddenly, Dahok is seized by poltergiests* "They're heeereeeee!"
* Ire stands up
* Stark checks it further.
<Ire> There has to be some method of opening it.
* Dahok pushes the door open and looks around, seeing a massive bed, a giant screen tv, two nightstands and an expensive rug
<Dahok> ....Wow...This must be the master bedroom..
<Ire> GM: *open moving it at a certain angle - the picture, the trap door opens*
<Ire> (upon)
* Dahok spots a dieing plant and walks over to it
<Dahok> ......Poor thing...*see's the bathroom and walks into it, he then turns the sink handle to see if theres any water
<Ire> GM: *water is operational*
* Pope shrugs and starts down the trapdoor, his un out in front
<Pope> *gun
* Dahok opens the mirror and looks around
* Ire moves down after him.
<Dahok> Eww.....
<Ire> GM: *the light from the hallway barely gives way to see their way down the wooden steps. It's dark down here. Very dark. And the stairs move downward for a good 10 feet, as far the light can tell*
* Dahok reaches past a marital aid and grabs a cup, he then puts it under the water and fills it up, turning the faucet off.
<Pope> We're gonn need a flicker down 'ere.
* Ire grunts, looking around. Off to the side, barely made out, is a string
* Stark moves in and finds the plat, going down it and following their voices.
* Dahok heads over to the plant and poors the water on it
* Ire reaches out and grabs the string, yanking it. Lights flicker on, showing the room is huge in size and length. It's a hanger, almost, with tons of mech part and other sorts of gadgets. The stairs extend a good 20 feet down.
*** Caladia has joined #taw
<Dahok> MiniGM: *in the corner is a some kind of basket hanging from the cieling*
* Ire looks around the room, then nods at Pope to head on down the rest of the way to the floor.
<Caladia> NRP: How far into the session?
* Stark catches up with Ire.
<Ire> NRP: Someways into it.
<Stark> NRP: Just now hitting the meat.
* Ire nods at Stark, walking down the wooden staircase after Pope until he reaches the bottom of the hanger.
<Caladia> NRP: Good, didn't miss too much *will sit and watch, since she can't join in*
<Pope> NRP: *hits a rack of beef* <Mickey> Dammit, Rock, ya gotta hit it harder!
* Dahok closes his eyes and touches the plant
<Pope> Well if this ain't a tad Frakenstein for ya.
* Ire looks around the hanger, noting a door with a ton of mech parts piled in front of it. Unmoveable except by something big and strong.
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the floor is lined with foot prints that look like they could be atleast a year old*
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the foot prints all look like they came from the same person*
*** Tikal has joined #taw
<Pope> Look alive, mates, we've got prints down 'ere.
* Tikal pulls up in a second van behind the first parked van, glancing at Paladith as she turns off the van.
<Tikal> They're inside the house. Lets find them.
*** Caladia is now known as Unoria
* Tikal steps out, making sure to lock her door. The sky looks ready to drop a load of rain.
* Dahok lets the plant go and shudders
<Dahok> ....Man those two were a freaky deaky bunch..
<Unoria> So.. this is Slashers place..
<Tikal> Yes.
* Tikal adjusts her uniform and walks in through the open door. The lights are on, though no sign of anyone. A trapdoor is open at the end of the hallway.
* Pope follows after the footprints, off to the side
* Unoria looks around, then walks in.
* Ire moves along the dusty hanger.
* Stark looks around the area carefully.
* Dahok grabs the plant and brings it with him as he makes his way down to the main floor
* Tikal spots Dahok coming down the stairs.
<Tikal> Hello, Fyro.
<Dahok> Hello Captain...
* Unoria nods to Dahok
* Tikal moves in, looking down the trap door and sees a large hanger.
<Tikal> Hmmm, a hidden hanger under Slasher's house?
<Dahok> MiniGM: *a chinese torture basket is sitting on the hanger floor in one of the corners*
* Tikal walks down the wooden stairs into the hanger.
<Dahok> ....Guess we go that way...*heads down the wooden stairs*
<Pope> NRP: Damn they WERE freaky!
<Unoria> This man had a lot to hide I guess.. *follows Tikal*
* Ire spots Tikal coming in from above.
<Ire> Captain?
<Tikal> I came to tell you that I got a threatening letter today, ordering me to call off this investigation before something bad happened. I came by to see if everything was okay.
<Ire> Hm.
* Pope picks up the basket and looks it over. "This bloke was right kinked."
* Dahok looks around
<Dahok> Wow...are those mech parts?
<Tikal> Yes.
* Unoria stands a far bit behind Tikal, looking about the hanger.
* Dahok looks over at Pope
* Tikal eyes them.
<Dahok> ....That's only one-tenth of it Pope..
* Ire studies the mech parts in front of the door. He tugs at them, but they're too heavy.
* Stark glances at Tikal.
* Ire steps away, lookinga round
* Pope laughs. "A man after me own ticker."
* Tikal looks at the chinese basket, making a face.
* Pope holds the basket up by his face and winks at Tikal
* Unoria walks in a circle around the hanger eyeing everything.
<Dahok> MiniGM: *crates line one of the walls, some of them looking like they've been recently disturbed*
* Tikal raises her brown eyebrows. Her youthful face, though in her late twenties, looks a bit perplexed.
<Dahok> Man...So you think McCabe knows about this place?
<Ire> I don't know, but someone has definitely been coming in here.
* Unoria notices the crates and goes to investigate... "Anything in these"
<Pope> NRP: <Pope> *stars making a slew of innuendo hand gestures, none of which Tikal gets*
<Ire> Check it out, Private Paladith.
* Unoria grabs a crate and prys it open.
* Tikal moves over and looks at some diagrams of mechs.
* Ire walks past a forklift type device.
<Unoria> Hrmm, nothing in this one. But there could be things in the others. Although I'd prefer to not have to open all of them.
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the crates open up quite easily, proving that they've been disturbed. Inside are several notebooks completely filled from the first page to the last*
<Unoria> NRP: Nice timing. :P
* Ire walks over and looks at the notebooks.
<Ire> ...riiight.
* Ire picks one up, looking it over.
<Ire> Why box up notebooks?
<Unoria> Hrmm... *grabs one after Ire and flips through it...
<Pope> To hide 'em.
<Dahok> MiniGM: *on every mech diagram is Slasher's signature, proving that it's his*
<Unoria> Depends on what is written in them.
<Ire> Mech signs.
<Pope> NRP: All signed in crayon.
<Ire> (designs)
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the notebooks are basically pictures of Mechs, theories that he's come up with, and several personal thoughts on people, McCabe's name stansd out in one of them.
<Tikal> We should probably keep a few for ourselves.
<Pope> I dunno 'bout that.
* Ire looks over the thoughts on people section
* Pope folds his arms as he looks around the hangar
* Stark crosses arms, standing off to the side.
<Ire> NRP: *Grave's mech stares at Pope*
<Unoria> He'd been busy before he disappeared... *grabs half the notebooks in the crate and props them up in her arms.. "Bedtime reading.." blushes
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the notes on McCabe basicalyl tell how he trust the guy and hopes that he can teach him to be a just ruler when he stands down*
<Pope> Some bloke's been usin' this place recently. If we start disruptin' what's he, they might be wise we're on to 'em.
* Tikal walks past the boarded up door.
<Pope> *he - here
<Dahok> ....What if they wanted us to find it?
<Tikal> I wonder what's behind here. But Pope's right, if we go moving things around, someone might get suspicious. We should just take a little and hope it goes unnoticed.
<Unoria> Question is, who put all of his notebooks in the crates. Slasher, or someone else?
* Dahok looks down and follows one of the tracks around the room
<Pope> An' keep the house under surveillance.
* Ire closes the notebook, then begins to close off the crates again.
<Tikal> I'll have it done immediately.
* Pope points past Tikal at the boarded up door.
<Pope> Should find out what's behind thee, though.
* Tikal looks at the door.
<Tikal> It'll take a long time to move all those parts.
* Unoria looks at the boarded up door. "I'm kinda intersted to see what's in there... if he had a hidden hanger, I'd like to see what he has hidden inn there."
<Ire> GM: *a sound upstairs is heard*
* Pope looks at Ire. "Got anythin' back at base that can move that junk?"
* Unoria looks at the ceiling. "What the hell?"
* Ire looks at the forklift.
<Ire> If we cou---what?
* Ire looks up.
<Dahok> ....Shhh...
* Pope looks up as well and grabs his shotgun
<Unoria> Ummm.. Anybody up for a game of hide-and-not-get-caught?
<Ire> GM: *the trapdoor slides shut*
<Pope> ...Oh bloody 'ell.
<Tikal> !
* Dahok continues following the foot tracks
<Unoria> .....*lays the notebooks on the floor and puts her hands on her katanas
<Tikal> Is there another way out?
* Unoria points to the boarded up door.
* Ire rushes up the stairs and slams his shoulder against the trapdoor.
<Ire> Unh!
<Pope> Better be. He got all this crap in 'ere in the first place, an' i doubt he got 'em through that naffin' trapdoor.
<Dahok> .....*see's the fork lift and climbs into it*
<Unoria> ...*is paranoid and looks around nervously*
* Ire grunts, then feels his hand against the trapdoor
<Ire> ...hot?
* Dahok starts hitting buttons, starting the thing up right away
<Dahok> ....Hmm...this things been kept up well enough to start up so easily...
* Ire blinks, then moves down the stairs, fast.
<Ire> Fire above.
<Dahok> ....Fire?! Eveyone grab what you can of his notes
<Tikal> Shit.
* Tikal grabs her communicator, but can't get a signal out down here.
* Dahok drives the fork lift towards the mech parts and starts moving shit around
* Stark looks at them.
* Unoria picks up the notes she laid on the floor, plus a few others from the crate.
* Unoria looks at Stark... seeming unaffected by the fire above.
* Tikal gathers some notes.
<Ire> GM: *the blocked door is now unblocked*
* Stark hrms.
[SOUND]
* Dahok drives the forklift into the door
* Unoria watches Dahok.
<Ire> GM: *the door breaks in*
* Dahok drives through the door and looks around
<Dahok> What in the hell?
<Unoria> What is it?
* Ire walks in through the new room. It's a large room with several crates and items with sheets over them.
* Unoria follows Ire into the room.
<Unoria> ..Whoa.
* Tikal moves in behind Ire. Above the ceiling begins to look weakened.
<Ire> GM: *in the far back is an elevator. It seems to be unpowered*
* Dahok looks at the sheet
* Dahok gets out of the fork lift and runs over to the sheets and starts pulling them off
* Ire walks up to the elevator, trying to power it up.
<Ire> GM: *several statues and items are seen. Including, in the darkest corner, a crystal looking object*
* Dahok looks at some of the items
<Tikal> Everyone, head over to the elevator.
* Dahok then looks up at the Crystal
<Dahok> ...What's that?!
<Ire> ...there's no power to the elevator. We're trapped.
<Unoria> What! *looks around in a paniced state*
* Ire grunts, looking around for another exit. In the hanger, the ceiling collapses and firey debris falls in.
* Dahok points at one of the crates
* Dahok turns back to the items trying to figure out what they are
* Unoria drops the notes on the floor when the ceiling collapses..
<Ire> GM: *the elevator suddenly flickers to life*
<Ire> Voice: Step onto the elevator. Now.
<Ire> ?!
* Ire looks around at the mechanical voice.
* Dahok looks up at the voice
<Dahok> ....What the?
* Ire moves past the giant crystal object and onto the elevator pad.
<Unoria> ...Oooookay.
* Dahok grabs one of the items and a datapad
* Dahok quickly runs onto the elevator pad
* Tikal steps on, turning to wave the others on.
* Unoria grabs the notebooks once again and runs to the elevator.
<Ire> NRP: *the three stare at Pope and Stark*
<Ire> NRP: Er, four.
* Stark steps on.
<Dahok> POPE!
* Unoria bounces on her toes nervously.
<Ire> GM: *the elevator lift begins to move upward along the wall.
<Tikal> Dammit, no more time.
* Dahok see's Pope running towards the elevator
* Ire reaches out his hand for Pope to grab.
* Ire bends over and grips Pope's hand as the elevator shoots up.
* Ire yanks him up onto the pad.
<Ire> GM: *outside, far from the house - though it's in sight - the ground opens up and the elevator lift comes to a stop. They are now outside and safe*
* Dahok looks to see that they are at least 30 ft from the house
* Unoria blinks... confused.
<Ire> GM: *the fire department arrives and begins to fight the flames*
<Unoria> Whoa. Cool!
* Tikal frowns, looking back at the burning house
<Tikal> Someone wanted us out of the way. Permenantly.
<Dahok> I have a feeling were gonna get blamed for this too..
* Stark just looks at Dahok.
* Dahok pulls the item he grabed and the data pad
<Dahok> I managed to grab a data pad tho...
* Unoria kicks some dirty underneath her feer, sighing.
<Pope> NRP: Back ,sorry
* Unoria holds up her armful of notes. "I have these..."
* Ire walks back to the burning building.
* Dahok follows Ire, putting the datapad in his back pocket
<Tikal> Good job.
<Unoria> NRP: You almost burned to death. :P
<Dahok> NRP: But I saved you!
* Stark crosses his arms contemplatiively.
<Ire> NRP: *blinks*
<Unoria> NRP: *roflmao*
* Ire walks up to the two vans, leaning against one.
<Tikal> You guys should head back to your building and call it a day.
* Unoria tries to adjust the notes in a way so they seem less heavy to carry*
<Pope> Well, so much for surveillance.
* Tikal opens her van and motions for Unoria to put the notes inside.
* Dahok looks down at the item
<Dahok> Any idea what this is? *toss's it to Ire*
* Ire grabs the item and looks it over.
* Stark goes on and takes his seat in the van.
* Unoria walks over to the van and lets them slide from her arms, into the van. "Thanks, they were getting kinda heavy. "
* Tikal nods, shutting the door.
<Tikal> I'll head back to the base. See you all later.
* Pope pulls out his flask and takes a swig
* Tikal takes a moment to talk to the fire chief.
* Dahok steps into the van and sits down, pulling out the datapad, trying to activate it
<Ire> I'm not sure. Seems to be some crystal shard.
* Ire pockets it.
* Ire gets into the van he drove and cranks it up.
<Dahok> ....Hmm...I can't seem to turn this datapad on.
<Pope> ...Wait, Ire!
* Ire looks at Pope.
* Unoria wipes the little bead of sweat from her temple.. "I think I'm gonna need a drink when we get back.. But in the meanwhile.." pulls out a cigarette and lights it.
<Pope> Don't turn that van on.
* Ire pauses, not having quite got the engine started.
<Pope> Someone just tried turnin' us into flammbe. I don'tthink it's past whoever it was to booby-trap the wagon.
* Ire sighs, agreeing with the logic. He gets out of the van and begins to look it over.
* Dahok steps out of the van and kneels down to the grass, quickly beginning to talk with it
<Unoria> ... Why would they booby trap the vans? They would assume we would have died in the fire.
* Tikal keeps discussing things with the fire chief, gesturing at the team.
<Pope> Not if they're smart, they wouldn't.
* Ire opens the hood and looks at the engine.
* Unoria nods.. "Would they have had the time?"
* Dahok stands up
<Ire> No bomb.
<Dahok> ........Oh shit...
* Dahok looks around for Tikal
* Tikal smiles and gets into her van.
<Dahok> TIKAL!!!
<Pope> Wouldn't take that long, luv.
* Tikal pauses, leaning out her window
<Tikal> Yes?
<Dahok> Don't start your van!
* Ire closes the hood, staring at Dahok yelling at Tikal.
<Dahok> Get out of it now!
* Dahok starts running towards it
* Tikal pauses, her face going serious. She opens the van door and steps out.
<Unoria> What the...
* Dahok runs to her and grabs her, dragging her away from her van
<Pope> Hadn't thought about her ride.
<Tikal> Fyro!?
* Ire watches the scene
* Dahok turns around and grabs a rock, hurling it at her van
* Unoria is only a few feet away from the van, and slowly walks backwards from it.
<Ire> GM: *The van explodes, sending a shockwave that hits Ire's van and causes it to explode.*
* Ire is sent hurling through the air.
<Tikal> !
* Unoria gets blown through the air.
* Pope is knocked to the ground
* Stark stands next to Ire
* Ire grunts as he lands on the overgrown grass.
* Stark looks down at him.
* Unoria falls a few meters away from Ire, slamming into the ground
* Dahok looks back at her
* Pope groans and gets to his feet, dusting himself over and cursing
* Tikal leaps up.
<Tikal> Are you all okay?!
* Ire pushes himself up slowly.
<Pope> Just peachy.
* Dahok turns to Unoria and jogs over to her
<Dahok> ...You ok?
* Tikal runs over to Unoria, bending down.
<Pope> This is startin' to become dodgy business.
<Ire> GM: *With that, it begins to rain. Except on Stark*
* Unoria lifts her head slowly from a rock..."Oww.." Touches the back of her head and a spot of blood results on her fingers
<Unoria> .... Yeah, I'll be fine... Just gimme a second.
* Tikal helps Unoria up slowly.
<Dahok> Sorry about that...
* Ire looks back at the burning notes that collected, sighing.
<Ire> (they)
* Stark looks around at the rain falling on everyonr.
* Unoria lets Tikal help her up.. looks at the notes... "We really should have gotten those before we blew it up... "
<Dahok> I'm sorry...
* Unoria holds her hand over her wound.
<Tikal> It's okay. The important thing is no one was killed.
<Dahok> Just my luck too..
* Pope wipes the rain off his face
<Pope> Buggerin' rain..
<Stark> It is a bit dreary.
* Ire grabs his communicator and calls up the HQ to send over another van. A hover can.
<Ire> (van)
[SOUND]
* Dahok plops onto the ground
<Ire> GM: *a figure is seen moving down the street rapidly, away from them*
<Unoria> Hey Stark? Mind if I use you as an umbrella?
* Unoria smiles slightly at her attempt at a joke.
<Pope> ...'Ey, who's that?
* Ire looks up at the figure, frowning.
<Unoria> The one who wanted to make sure that we didn't make it out alive....
* Pope pulls out his shotfun
<Pope> *shotgun
* Ire grabs his rifle and takes aim, firing.
<Pope> NRP: Shotgun shotfun!
<Ire> GM: *The fire's leg is hit and he stumbles*
<Ire> NRP: figure
* Pope runs after the figure
* Stark heads for the figure with a swift stride, menacingly.
* Tikal runs with Pope.
* Dahok push's himself up and begins running towards the otehrs
* Unoria runs quickly with the group.
<Ire> GM: *The figure, limping now, comes to a stop. They're dressed in black and have some sort of mask on. It doesn't look like it can be removed easily*
* Pope holds his shotgun aimed steadily on the figure as he nears. "Freeze, ya poof."
<Unoria> NRP: *Unorian gives Pope some Cheesy Poofs*
* Tikal move up behind Pope, aiming her gun over his shoulder and at the figure.
* Unoria pulls her Katanas out, holds them straight out towards the figure.
<Tikal> Figure: *reaches behind him and pulls out a rifle*
* Dahok catches up with the others
* Ire moves after the others, staying in the rear with his rifle to shoot if necessary.
* Pope fires at the figures hand
* Dahok darts to the side and begins to circle around the guy, trying to get behind him
<Tikal> GM: *the figure drops the rifle, painfully. Instead of giving up, though, the figure seems to be reaching into his vest*
* Dahok runs up and tackles the guy
* Unoria slashes at the Figures free arm.
<Tikal> Figure: *is tackled, holding some sort of detonator as he goes sliding along.*
* Dahok wrestles for the detonator
<Tikal> Figure: *the detonator fumbles between the two. Bad luck in stride, it's pushed*
<Tikal> Look out everyone!
* Dahok quickly pushes the figure back
<Tikal> Figure: *The figure blows himself up, throwing Dahok back. Since he reacted fast enough, the shockwave only throws him into Pope*
<Pope> NRP: Dammit, brb
* Dahok slams into pope
* Ire catches up to the group.
<Tikal> Fyro! Pope!
* Unoria stumbles back
* Tikal bends down
* Unoria gains stability and walks over to Pope and Dahok
<Unoria> You two okay??
* Tikal checks to see if Dahok was injured.
* Dahok curls into a ball, 1st degree burns on him
<Tikal> ... He'll live. But we need to get him back to rest up in the medical bay. Whatever leads we had here are certainly gone now.
* Ire grunts.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Jan 18 21:05:43 2003