AGWW Online - Log 2003/07/27
Mage - Technocracy UK
Session 10: Conspiracies and a Trip to Hong Kong
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Dr.Arthur Addams (Iteration X) - played by Sven Jan_Pieterszoon (Syndicate) - played by Dingo John_Andersen (NWO) - played by Asmodai Dr.Peter Schmidt (Void Engineers) - played by Stayka Storyteller - Asmodai
<Storyteller> After you guys have joined the fledgeling Birmingahm construct you were assigned a security mission that was supposed to be a walk in the park...
<Storyteller> During the mission there was a conflict of authority and opinion when a security breach happened and JAn Pieterszoon had left the scene in a car...
<Storyteller> The rest went into the DNA Labs with Dr. Redraven and saw horrid images of science gone wrong, and met a group of Lycanthropes that seemed to be taking humans that were chained in the basement...
<Storyteller> Before the characters had the time to choose what they will do with the lycanthropes, a group of men in black of unkonw allegience entered and opened fire... the group shielded them long enough to escape through soemthign Doctor Schmidt identified as a extradimesnional wormhole that took them away from the labs..
<Storyteller> the unkonw MiB's had ignored them and they left the premises onyl to fidn everythign untoucehd and no traces of any experiments... jsut as there were no more MiB's...
<Storyteller> Meanwhile Jan was driving towards Birmingham in hope of getting backup but he saw a glimpse of a high clearance agent goen rogue only a day before his arrival... not know ing that she had becoem a undead vampiric entity he confronted her and with daner to life and limb he managed to kill her and her driver...
<Storyteller> The rest of the team was soon back home tired and filled with questions...
<Storyteller> AS they came back they were debriefed and Redraven was taken aside by the consruct controller... Dr. Schmidt and Addams were made to sela their files on the case and report anythign further ony lto him, and keep Me. Pieterszoon out of the loop...
<Storyteller> During the debriefing a spider was found in Dr. Addamses brain that seemd to be bugging him on an extradimesnional plane...
<Storyteller> dr Schmidt managed to remove him, but the spider damaged the recolelctions of the last night from Dr. Addams, and nearly escaped an attack by a gigantic mosnter from another dimesnion tryign to swipr the smaller spider in hsi head...
<Storyteller> The group was amazed and they noticed there was not data on their discovery...
<Storyteller> The next days were mostly spent with menial tasks and helping with the setup of the construct...
<Storyteller> Finnaly 9 days later Zatto Treba had the time to go out with Peter Schmidt...
<Peter_Schmidt> (Heh!)=
<Storyteller> ... so we continue in a nice intimate atmosphere i na cubicle in a restaurant on a friday evening, with soft music in the background and Zatto and Aschmidt sitting in a cubicle having a pleasent meal...
Peter_Schmidt is happy that he finally managed to find the time to get Zatto to dine with him.
<Peter_Schmidt> He tried for quite a while, but somehow work schedules seemed to be nastily in the way
Peter_Schmidt smiles at Zatto
<Peter_Schmidt> So you like Indian food?
Zatto_Treba is dressed in a simple ornage dress, she isn't carrying her glasses, and she seems to have an interesting ornamental comunication device with the Construct on her right hand... there is no light on it...
Zatto_Treba smiles back drrinkign a sip from her drink...
Peter_Schmidt is dresses in a sportive looking variety of orange jumpsuit this time, not being aware that some people obviously looked somewhat amused at the "partner look" of Zatto and his...
<Storyteller> I liek it... though it is a bit too spicy for my taste...
<Peter_Schmidt> Oh, you should have tried the Tandoori Chicken then...
<Arthur_Addams> (ST... You weren't asked, Zatto was *g*)
<Zatto_Treba> I liek it... it is peculiar in its spiciness though... who knows what they put inside
<Peter_Schmidt> There are quite some not-so-spicy preparations...
Storyteller changes his window layout to avoid this
<Peter_Schmidt> Oh, I think there are dozens of spices in there
<Zatto_Treba> It is odd... in the construct caffeteria most stuff is so bland... i am completely used to it...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, I think it is mainly English cuisine, isn't it?
<Peter_Schmidt> I tried some of it, but is tasted a bit oddly, I have to admit. Very unusual.
<Peter_Schmidt> I mean - mint sauce is not really known in Germany at all
Peter_Schmidt picks a bit in his Curry Madras
Peter_Schmidt looks over the rims of his glasses to Zatto.
<Peter_Schmidt> He is somewhat lucky that he usually keeps them on, even though he wouldn't need any, but it is easier to hide behind them, if need be
<Peter_Schmidt> So how did you get into the Birmingham Construct?
<Zatto_Treba> ah well
<Zatto_Treba> i was at COP till three years ago...
<Peter_Schmidt> Oh, you were?
<Peter_Schmidt> I have been there for half a year, during my initial training...
<Zatto_Treba> they transfered me to Birmingahm 6 monts ago, before they startrd furbishin the labs...
<Zatto_Treba> Well i spent all of my time after graduation there...
<Zatto_Treba> we were doing advance spatial caluclations for quite a while...
<Peter_Schmidt> I wish I could have stayed there, too
<Peter_Schmidt> But my qualifications brought me back to Earth, to the IGPP...
<Zatto_Treba> I was sent back to Earth after the Stardust project was started...
<Zatto_Treba> Oh?
<Peter_Schmidt> I tried to get out of that for a while, but they always said I was best qualified to stay there...
<Peter_Schmidt> The Stardust project?
Zatto_Treba talks a bit less loud...
Peter_Schmidt leans over to her
<Zatto_Treba> You, know... the web of interrconnecting pattern transmiters in all the big constructs?
Peter_Schmidt nods
<Peter_Schmidt> Of course
<Zatto_Treba> it is still highly experimental... but the New York and London constructs have a more or less steady connection...
<Zatto_Treba> it is hell to setup... and even worse to maintain...
<Peter_Schmidt> That's great. I heard about it in the VE bulletin boards. I haven't had the time to get involved with that project yet.
<Zatto_Treba> ... i was really amzed when we were given orders to set one up in a Construct like this one...
<Zatto_Treba> ... it is definetly not one that would be normally on high priority lists...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, I would love to learn more about it.
<Zatto_Treba> The Seul - Hong Kong is currently the largest priority... and after that we will have a western hemisphere ring in operation before 2005...
Zatto_Treba looks away a bit...
<Peter_Schmidt> Seoul - Hong KOng? I didn't know we habe bigger interest there
<Zatto_Treba> Actually we need it quite a bit...
<Zatto_Treba> we have real problems with establishing any bases in Japan...
<Zatto_Treba> and The Hong kong base can be used ast the perfect beachhead...
<Peter_Schmidt> I see
<Peter_Schmidt> So far I only was stationed in Germany and had a very short stint in Nevada, US
<Zatto_Treba> currently only four bases are connected with any regular connection... Los Angeles, New York, London, Paris
<Zatto_Treba> Oh that is a shame...
Zatto_Treba blushes for a second...
<Zatto_Treba> ... uhm i travelled a lot in the last three years...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, I would like to see some more, too.
<Peter_Schmidt> I hope I will getthe opportunity in due time
<Peter_Schmidt> But unfortunately my Mentor thought he would like me to stand in for him to do the stuff he didn't like to do..
<Peter_Schmidt> You see... The IGPP is a German Institute that investigates Paranormal Activities
<Peter_Schmidt> But most we investigate is frauds
<Peter_Schmidt> It seems that most German Constructs are not too well staffed with Void ENgineers, so we didn't get into those projects yet
<Peter_Schmidt> I only read about them, but that was all. So I think it is cool that now I can see it IRL...
<Peter_Schmidt> Do you want some more to drink?
Peter_Schmidt looks at Zatto's glass that is empty now
<Zatto_Treba> ... oh yes please...
<Peter_Schmidt> What may I order you?
<Zatto_Treba> Well as far as i heard Europe is not much of a hotbed of activety lately...
<Zatto_Treba> ... whatever you will have...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, I only wanted some sparkling water - you sure you don't want anything else?
<Zatto_Treba> ... ahm... nothing, thanks...
<Peter_Schmidt> Good
<Storyteller> As the two of you continue to talk about anythign and al you continue through topics with zest and enjoyment... obviously you are both loving the time together... though noone seems to be doign anything... and so the camer a turns back to the construct...
Peter_Schmidt orders two sparkling waters
<Peter_Schmidt> (ok ^_^ )
<Storyteller> ...we see a happy man in a labcoat marvelling over a mesh og mechanics, armor plates and neosinew tendons...
<Storyteller> the machine is workign like fine swiss clockwork, and the man in the lab coat feels hungry...
<Arthur_Addams> (I guess that's me ^_^)
<Storyteller> (how did you guess that ;)
<Arthur_Addams> (Intuition! *g*)
Arthur_Addams puts the tools away and looks at his work, thinking this is well done.
Arthur_Addams nods puts the labcoat away and walkds out of the lab, thinking what he likes to eat today
<Storyteller> (well there is always the caffeteria)
<Arthur_Addams> (to eat the same stuff everyday isn't that pleasing ^_^)
<Arthur_Addams> (Or is the food there that good?)
<Storyteller> Alas you rmeember that otnight the Cafeteria is closed because the Progneitor batch of pseudosentient goo entered the kitchen this morning and tried to devour most of the staff...
Arthur_Addams says to himself
<Arthur_Addams> Well... I guess I have to eat somewhere else today...
<Arthur_Addams> I hope the staff did escape and gets well again.
Arthur_Addams heads for the Construct exit
Arthur_Addams looks around outside thinking of where to go
<Zatto_Treba> AS you pass the securty checks and all, you remmber that you don't know any good places i nthe relative vicinty of the construct... you never acutualy went for soem speceial food that was much further from your home on the other side of town...
<Peter_Schmidt> (Zatto? You are with *me*!!)
<Zatto_Treba> (arrgh)
<Paf_watching> (duel location, corr 5)
<Storyteller> ... the only thing that does spring to your mind is that indian palce that Doc Shmidt mentioned a few days ago... it was supposed to be quite good... he said that he stumbled on it by accident...
<Peter_Schmidt> (In GB the best thing to eat can be found in Indian or Chinese restaurants ^_^ )
<Storyteller> ( hey Fish & chips rox!)
Arthur_Addams thinks he will try this Indian food and tries to remember the location of the Restaurant, walking in its direction
<Arthur_Addams> (I prefer chicken & Chips)
Peter_Schmidt and Zatto sit at their table, looking each other deep into the eyes and chat about scientific breakthroughs in Corr and DimSci ^_^ )
<Storyteller> soon you head down the streets, feeling the night air and feeling latd over the perfection you suit was working with... and we turn to the two scietists in love...
<Storyteller> ( ;))
<Zatto_Treba> ... and that is how the goo fell on his head
Zatto_Treba chuckles
<Peter_Schmidt> It did?
Peter_Schmidt grins, too.
<Zatto_Treba> ... yep... and he claimed that there is nothign there that could possibly distract him...
<Zatto_Treba> i neever heard anyone swearng like that again...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, famous last words, obviously
Peter_Schmidt thinks Zatto is *really* cute, and he makes a mental note to ask her out more often in the next time
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, in the IGPP we has some silly things, too...
Peter_Schmidt starts on another fun story about people setting up some hoax that soon started to haunt them in real and thus had to be taken care of by NSC specialists
Zatto_Treba looks relaxed but interested... she drank her mineral water long ago and got some drink with an umbrelal that had a strange blue color...
Peter_Schmidt smiles at her.
<Zatto_Treba> Bizzare... that seems to be odd coincidence,... were they RD's
<Zatto_Treba>?
Peter_Schmidt has a Guinness in front of him now.
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, there were RDs who somehow got annoyed when trhe mundanes did those tricks
<Peter_Schmidt> I think folk mythology would have called them fairies or so
<Zatto_Treba> Fairies?
<Zatto_Treba> I never though fairies existed...
<Peter_Schmidt> Some of those seem to like to annoy mundanes
<Zatto_Treba> ... but in our line of job anything is possible...
<Peter_Schmidt> We tried to isolate them, but they didn't keep for long
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, it is the folk name for them.
<Peter_Schmidt> I am no expert on those, I just contained the offending entities
<Peter_Schmidt> A colleague of mine could have told you the full scientific name, but I have to admit, I forgot it again
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, he dubbed my unit "GHostbusters", too, and of course there are no "Ghosts" either
<Zatto_Treba> Yes, there are only echoes...
<Peter_Schmidt> Exactly. THey show occasionally on the DimSci scanners, but they can be properly examined
<Peter_Schmidt> Would you like some dessert, too? I think they have an ice menue here
<Zatto_Treba> Ummm i don't know anythinf that would e applicable here...
<Zatto_Treba> can you suggest me something?
<Peter_Schmidt> Hm...
Peter_Schmidt looks at the pictures
Zatto_Treba leans towards youin the cubicle to get a look at the menu..
<Peter_Schmidt> Do you like pineapples?
<Zatto_Treba> I adore them...
Peter_Schmidt looks up and smiles at her
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, then we should take this...
Peter_Schmidt points at the pic of a quarter pineapple fill with icecream and cream on top
<Storyteller> AS you order your fine dessert, the doors chime softly and the POV turns towards them... inside enters a man that is obviously out of place here, sicne his clothes are a bit strangely assorted
Zatto_Treba smiles
<Peter_Schmidt> (And ours? *g*)
Peter_Schmidt smiles at her, too
Arthur_Addams looks around
<Storyteller> As you enter the place, you notice soft music that reminds you of something african... you cannot palce it but the palce is quite dimly lit and all the tables seem occupied... there is a large loud group of men that are eatign soem sort of greasy meat and are talkign and shouting loudly...
<Peter_Schmidt> (The two Voiders are brightly orange clad, as usual)
Arthur_Addams looks at the group and dismisses the thought of joining them and continues to look around
<Storyteller> AS you go more towards a long bar doe nin wood, where the bartender is a small, balc black man and is cleanign a number of glasses and a coctail mixer... here the noise is less and there sseems to be a look at a set of cubicles set in the far side of the restaurant...
Arthur_Addams deciedes to walk to the cubicles to check if there is some place left for him
<Storyteller> ... the thing that captures your eye is a woman in a orange dress and a man next to her in a casual orange sporty jumpsuit...
<Arthur_Addams> Hmmm...
Arthur_Addams walks closer to the orange duo
<Storyteller> the man seems to be talkign to the woman and they are both smiling... you notice that they are eating some sort of a dessert...
<Storyteller> and that you know the guy... it is your friend Doc Schmidt ;)
Arthur_Addams smiles brightly and walks up to the duo
<Arthur_Addams> Hello. Ah... Good to see at least one known face.
Peter_Schmidt still talks about interesting inventions and stuff
<Arthur_Addams> I see you already ate? So you can recommend something for me.
Zatto_Treba blushes a shade or red that almost glwos i nthe dark...
Peter_Schmidt looks up, a bit annoyed, but he hides it fast enough
Arthur_Addams just sits down with the two
<Peter_Schmidt> Oh, hello ARt
<Arthur_Addams> I'll join your company
<Peter_Schmidt> I see...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, you might try the Chicken Vindaloo
Peter_Schmidt looks completely innocent ^_^
<Arthur_Addams> You know... The cafeteria had this incident...
Zatto_Treba gets closer to Petey, but she is a bit confused...
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto, you know ARthur Addams? A colleague of mine, albeit from the Iterators
Peter_Schmidt also makes a bit space for Art, taking the chance to get some nearer to Zatto
Peter_Schmidt gives her a somewhat fatalistic look
Zatto_Treba smiles friendly, but she seems to have a look of a trapped animal.. not that Art would notice it...
<Arthur_Addams> Well... I might try the Chicken Vindaloo then, Pete. Thanks
<Peter_Schmidt> No prob. It's a bit spicy, but very nice
<Arthur_Addams> I see you avoided the.. ehm.. out of order cafeteria, too? Good you told me about this restaurant, Pete. Otherwise Iwouldn't have found it, or any place to eat.
Peter_Schmidt looks a bit disappinted to Zatto.
<Peter_Schmidt> Uhm, well, you're welcome...
Zatto_Treba seems a bit confused...
<Peter_Schmidt> You see, Zatto and I wanted to talk a bit about some ...matters ...
<Arthur_Addams> Ah.. Matter.. Well you know this is my subject...
Peter_Schmidt would like to tell Art that he should better be gone right awax, but his polite upbringung doesn't allow it
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto, I think we really should try to repeat this one other time...
<Zatto_Treba> ... uh.. yes... sure...
<Zatto_Treba> uhmm...
Zatto_Treba bites her lip...
<Peter_Schmidt> You know, it is very interesting to talk to you ...
<Zatto_Treba> I think i should go...
Peter_Schmidt would have loves to add "alone", but refrains
<Arthur_Addams> Oh... Come on. Stay a while...
Zatto_Treba seems to be dissapointed...
Peter_Schmidt looks very disappointes, too
<Peter_Schmidt> I'm so sorry, Zatto...
<Peter_Schmidt> Art, I think I should bring Zatto back to the Construct
<Peter_Schmidt> You eat your Chicken Vindaloo and tell me what you think about it tomorrow...
<Arthur_Addams> Oh.. You want to leave me alone? I was glad I wouldn't have to take my meal alone.
<Arthur_Addams> Ok then...
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto, I will accompany you, yes?
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, I can let Zatto walk home alone
<Peter_Schmidt> can't
<Peter_Schmidt> Art: Sorry, I will see you tomorrow, then...
<Arthur_Addams> Ah well.. Then I will atleast escort my friends and collegues to the door.
<Arthur_Addams> Zhe food will take some time to be finished anyway
Zatto_Treba rises up looking a bit happier...
<Arthur_Addams> The
Peter_Schmidt pays the waiter and gives him a sufficient tip
Peter_Schmidt escorts Zatto out of the restaurant
Arthur_Addams escorts the two of them to the door
<Arthur_Addams> See you tomorrow
<Peter_Schmidt> See you, Art
<Storyteller> AS you guys ghed out Art shakes with you and says bye...
<Storyteller> ... unlike him you'd liek to get away from here faster so you get a cab...
Peter_Schmidt keeps his polite composure and says bye, too
Zatto_Treba enters the cab...
Peter_Schmidt gets in, too
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto, I am so sorry we were interrupted that rudely...
Arthur_Addams watches the two get into the cab
<Peter_Schmidt> You know, I really like spending time with you...
<Storyteller> The cab gets of towards the Construct that is onyl two blocky away...
<Zatto_Treba> ... uhmm so do i...
Zatto_Treba smiles
<Peter_Schmidt> You smiles at her
<Peter_Schmidt> I'm glad to hear that
<Peter_Schmidt> Argl
<Peter_Schmidt> I wanted to write /me
<Storyteller> As you watch them go Art you notice out in the corner of the eye a man in a black suit watching them through the shades... though night is outiside...
Arthur_Addams looks in the direction of the man, trying to get a better view
Peter_Schmidt may I?
Peter_Schmidt offers Zatto his arm
Paf_watching waves byebye to everyone.
<Storyteller> As you look at ht man you see an image of that man runnign ian hallway with a number of idnetical people towards you... you cannto palce him but he seems familiar...
<Peter_Schmidt> (Bye, PaF)
Zatto_Treba takes the hand and squezzes it a bit then quickly letting it go and pulling away...
Peter_Schmidt looks at her.
Arthur_Addams furrows his eyebrows trying to put that picture into any context and takes another look at the man.
Peter_Schmidt catches her hand again, holding it
<Storyteller> A black sedan pull up next him with shaded glasses anfhe enters wordless and the car heads after the cab...
Zatto_Treba pulls away without too much effort put into it...
Peter_Schmidt let's her go
<Storyteller> A swarthy Cab Driver turns with a grin towards you...
<Arthur_Addams> (I guess I do have a cell phone and the numbers of my collegues?)
<Storyteller> We're here, mate...
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto, let's go back home?
<Storyteller> (you are in front of the constuct... you both live there)
Arthur_Addams gives Pete a call
<Peter_Schmidt> (Yeah, then inside)
Peter_Schmidt looks at the comunit
<Peter_Schmidt> (com) Yes)
<Arthur_Addams> Pete?
Zatto_Treba exits the car and heads towards the building looking at Petey that is stenading next to the cab...
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes...
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto? Wait, a moment...
<Peter_Schmidt> (Yes was via com)
<Arthur_Addams> (Cell Phone) Watch out for a black sedan... There was a guy clad in black and mirrorshades that watched you drive away and a sedan pulled up, he entered and they went after you...
<Peter_Schmidt> (com) THanks for the warning, Art...
Peter_Schmidt does indeed look around
Peter_Schmidt jogs towards Zatto
<Storyteller> A black sedan comes to the crossroads and passes next to the building passing it...
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto, you might better get in, I just heard we were being pursued...
<Peter_Schmidt> I will investigate
<Peter_Schmidt> It might be dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt...
<Storyteller> The car passes...
<Zatto_Treba> Here?
<Arthur_Addams> (Com) Shall I come back?
<Zatto_Treba> But we are udner prtotection of the sec forces of the construcr... no need to worry...
Zatto_Treba smiles
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes. One never knows
<Peter_Schmidt> (com) Well, Art, you might as well do that...
<Peter_Schmidt> Zatto: I don't want anything to happen to you, though...
Peter_Schmidt smiles at her
<Storyteller> Art the black bartman comes to you and asks you are you planning to wind the palce longer or are you gonan order...
Zatto_Treba blushes
Arthur_Addams sighs.. There goes his food.
Peter_Schmidt takes up all his courage and gives her a quck kiss on the cheek.
<Arthur_Addams> I wish I could order, but duty calls. I will be honored to return.
<Peter_Schmidt> Thank you for this dinner, even though it was cut short
<Zatto_Treba> Well me must repeat it... just this tiem try a place your colleagues don't know... please...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, you live here for longer, why don't you choose one?
Arthur_Addams heads back to the construct
<Jan_Pieterszoon> (Kill him Pete)
<Peter_Schmidt> (*sighs*)
<Arthur_Addams> (<--- has the feeling Dingo doesn't like him ^_^)
<Jan_Pieterszoon> (actually.. I would kill any colleague who would barge in on my dates and invite themselves)
<Jan_Pieterszoon> (nothing to do with you Art)
Peter_Schmidt bringt Zatto to the door now.
Zatto_Treba is in the lift and gets of on her floor...
Zatto_Treba looks at Petey in the lift and waves him...
<Peter_Schmidt> Good night, Zatto. I am very much looking forward to meeting you again
<Zatto_Treba> Good Night Peter... i will see you later...
Peter_Schmidt gets back to the door now, digging through the pockes of his trousers to pull out the scanner
Zatto_Treba smiles widely as the lift doors close... Zatto_Treba (raven@ad20-m115.net.hinet.hr) left #agww.
<Storyteller> (you took a scanenr with you to a date?)
<Peter_Schmidt> (That is *Pete* we are talking about)
<Storyteller> (is that a scanner in your pocket or are you happy to see me ;))
<Peter_Schmidt> (LOL)
<Peter_Schmidt> (Remember, he had his stuff with him when we were in this bar in the beginning, too)
<Storyteller> (np just play)
<Storyteller> In the menatiem Art has ran from the restaurant and arrived in fron of the skyscraper... i nfron of it i Schmidt, holdigna device and lookign around him...
Peter_Schmidt opens the door a bit and scans the surrounding for any weird things
<Peter_Schmidt> (Prime, DimSci, Mind Forces)
Peter_Schmidt rolled 3d10 dice and got: 4, 4, 9
Arthur_Addams runs up to Pete
<Storyteller> Your scanners are overwhwlmed and start breeping and lihting crazily...
Peter_Schmidt looks somewhat puzzled at the display
Peter_Schmidt adjusts the buttons and scales the sensitifity down
<Peter_Schmidt> (Art, Pete only opened the door a fraction)
<Arthur_Addams> (ST said you were in front of it ^_^)
<Storyteller> AS you tone it down you notice that behind you there seems to be a extreme concentration of priem energy, forces procedures and a number of technodevices... you also notice Art and the guards on the scnnaer as sentient beings...
<Storyteller> (It may be that the all the gadgets and security of the bulding are messing with the sensors)
<Peter_Schmidt> (Behind - like *in* the construct?)
<Storyteller> Art the sedan is nowhere to be seen...
<Storyteller> (yes :))
Peter_Schmidt frowns and shakes the scanner a bit
<Arthur_Addams> (Is it possible to check a navigational sattelite with the ADEI for cars with navigational systems around?)
Peter_Schmidt decides to get out of the Construct again
<Storyteller> There seems to be no fualt.. it seems that the construct is extremeley strong on the devices... its hsielding is obviusly not yet up...
<Storyteller> Art you request it... but you knwo the sedan could be anywhere before your request clears...
Peter_Schmidt meets Art outside
Arthur_Addams is glad he did some work out the last few days
<Arthur_Addams> Pete: A good to see you are safe and sound
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, yes...
Peter_Schmidt thinks he might like to see Art not safe & sound right now for ruining his date
<Arthur_Addams> A strange man has been watching you... Black suit, black mirrorshades...
<Peter_Schmidt> One of ours maybe?
<Peter_Schmidt> The NWO likes that style of getup
<Arthur_Addams> For a short moment I had a strange vision, like remembering somthing...
<Arthur_Addams> Not even our NWO guys wear mirrorshades in the middle of the night
<Peter_Schmidt> You don't know Gloria...
<Peter_Schmidt> Okay, skip that comment
<Arthur_Addams> Gloria? A friend of yours?
<Peter_Schmidt> Maybe we should try to find out who that may be
<Peter_Schmidt> I wouldn't go so far as to call her a "friend"
<Storyteller> (art you can always plug itno any readout and show him the image)
<Peter_Schmidt> She was more like an utter pain in the ass
<Arthur_Addams> (But outside the building there are none... Right now we check the surroundings)
<Arthur_Addams> Oh well...
<Arthur_Addams> Did you see the car?
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, very shortly so
<Arthur_Addams> Anything suspicious?
<Peter_Schmidt> Hm... NOt that I would have noticed
<Arthur_Addams> The guy was obviously watching you... Something else that speaks against NWO
<Peter_Schmidt> Hm. Gloria loves to watch my steps, too.
<Storyteller> Art plugs into a screen nyour dtapd and shows you the man...
<Peter_Schmidt> And she is very NWO...
Peter_Schmidt looks at the pic
<Peter_Schmidt> (ST, any memories?)
<Storyteller> Peter it is one of those MiB's from the DNA sub levels...
<Peter_Schmidt> Hm, Art, I did saw one of those before
<Peter_Schmidt> When we were in that DNA lab...
<Peter_Schmidt> There were those strange MiBs
<Peter_Schmidt> And this guy looks as if he was just one of them
Arthur_Addams tries to remember, but can't.
<Arthur_Addams> Hmm... DNA... DNA...
Peter_Schmidt fills Art in
Arthur_Addams nods...
<Peter_Schmidt> I think you had some memory loos when your ADEI was attacked
<Arthur_Addams> If you say so... I just can't remember
<Arthur_Addams> Well... We should report this...
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes
<Peter_Schmidt> The SUpervisor will want to know for sure
<Arthur_Addams> Shoudl we check the surroundings, or report immediatly?
<Peter_Schmidt> Hm. I will send a report to the frequence of Mr.Anderson
<Peter_Schmidt> Then we should investigate further
Peter_Schmidt sets up the special code and calls Mr.Anderson
<Arthur_Addams> Ok.. Do so. I will carefully peep around the corners to the streets.
<Peter_Schmidt> Okay, ARt
<Arthur_Addams> (Are there any outside surveillaance cameras at the construct to watch the surrounding streets?
John_Andersen yawns on the phone, audibly aggitated...
<John_Andersen> What is it, Schmidt?
<Peter_Schmidt> Mr.Anderson, I'm sorry to disturb your night. But we saw one of the "MiB" we encouintered in the DNA labs
<Storyteller> (of course... they probably got the sedan in passage as well)
<Peter_Schmidt> It seems they are keeping tabs on us.
<qadn> (this is so wrong)
Arthur_Addams slowly walks to the nearest corner keeping close to the skyscraper.
<qadn> (smith and anderson)
<qadn> (*shuts up now)
<John_Andersen> I already told you that was a figment of your immagination it is not substantied by anything...
<John_Andersen> That was really not a reason to wake me...
<John_Andersen> YOu should never do that again...
<Peter_Schmidt> I'm sorry. I wil l report to you tomorrow...
John_Andersen seems to be oddly inflicting all the neagatives in his sentances...
Arthur_Addams peeps around the corner
Peter_Schmidt cuts the call
Peter_Schmidt frowns deeply
<John_Andersen> NO need to report such sillines.. it is obviosu you need some rest from normal missions...
<John_Andersen> Good night Mr. Schmidt...
<Peter_Schmidt> Good night
John_Andersen shuts down the comm
Peter_Schmidt jogs after Art
Peter_Schmidt still has a frown on his forehead
<Storyteller> There are only the cars that were there...
<Arthur_Addams> Pete... Something struck my mind...
<Storyteller> .. no black Sedans or MiB's...
<Peter_Schmidt> Art, there is something fishy
<Arthur_Addams> I fear perhaps we can't trust equipment...
<Peter_Schmidt> Mr.Anderson obviously fears that he is being under surveillance
<Arthur_Addams> No... I fear *we* are... Or better your com...
<Peter_Schmidt> I have the impressionthere is some conspiracy going on
<Arthur_Addams> Pete... Do you remember? You told me they could manipulate our equipment...
<Peter_Schmidt> Hm. THis may be, too
<Storyteller> Suddenly your Datapads/comms/ADEI's beep
<Peter_Schmidt> But I have to admit I am getting worried
<Storyteller> (including Jan's)
Peter_Schmidt looks at his comunits as if it was a poisonous snake
Arthur_Addams checks whats going on
<Storyteller> All of you get a meesagethat there will be a briefing at 0700 and that you will be heading on a extended mission...
<Peter_Schmidt> (Time now?)
<Storyteller> ...you are all to free at least the next two weeks of time for the purposes of a mission...
<Storyteller> 22:33 (;))
Peter_Schmidt thinks of Zatto and sighs
<Arthur_Addams> Me too... Even more if the benefit of technology is abused...
<Peter_Schmidt> Did you get that message, too
<Arthur_Addams> I hope we can at least trust our com units...
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, obviously now
<Arthur_Addams> If not.. We can't even be sure we are talking to each other...
Arthur_Addams nods
<Peter_Schmidt> If we could, Anderson wouldn't have reacted so strangely
Jan_Pieterszoon takes a mental note of it, and decides to take a good nights sleep. A two week mission is something that may cause a severe lack of sleep....
<Arthur_Addams> But is it for being listened to, or for the possibility to intecept the transmission and manipulate it?
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, we should return to the homnebase then.
<Arthur_Addams> If it is the later out missions will be much harder from now on...
<Arthur_Addams> I am hungry...
<Storyteller> (you are 12 or 3 mi9nutes away)
<Peter_Schmidt> I think we should get new comunits and then put in a scrambler
<Storyteller> (2 or 3)
<Arthur_Addams> Pete... The plug *into* our devices...
Arthur_Addams tabs the input jack of his ADEI
<Peter_Schmidt> Hm...
<Arthur_Addams> We not just need a scrambler, but shielding
<Peter_Schmidt> You are right
<Arthur_Addams> Proper and rock solid shielding
<Storyteller> You walk towards the construct and talk about it...
Peter_Schmidt frowns and thinks he should warn Zatto to be very careful about the transmit system between the Constructs, too
<Arthur_Addams> I fear Ally will need shielding, too. Poor Ally. I don't want anything to happen to her.
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, we don't have much time to prepare anything right now
<Arthur_Addams> So we need to take anything with us that could help...
<Peter_Schmidt> Yup
<Peter_Schmidt> Some devices and spare parts and tools
<Arthur_Addams> It depends on where we are heading. Perhaps we can develop something on the way or at our destination.
<Arthur_Addams> But shielding could be crucial to out mission... Perhaps decide about succsess and failure
Peter_Schmidt nods
<Peter_Schmidt> I am quite adept in Forces Procedures I will certainly set up something
<Storyteller> Soon you are past the checpoint and back i nthe lift you left Zatto at...
Peter_Schmidt goes to his quarters and calls Zatto
Arthur_Addams stops talking, even though he wanted to remind Pete Forces perhaps are not enough
<Storyteller> She seems to have turned her comm unit off
Peter_Schmidt leaves a message for her
<Arthur_Addams> (ah, sorry... I misunderstood and thought she would be standing there ^_^)
<Peter_Schmidt> (That should be possible)
Arthur_Addams looks around if he can talk freely
Peter_Schmidt explains to her that he is called on a mission for the next 2 weeks and that he is very sory he can't make up for the aborted dinner sooner
<Arthur_Addams> (Anyone or anythign around?)
<Storyteller> most people are now wither in labs or asleep... it is 23:14
<Arthur_Addams> (Cameras don't sleep ^_^)
<Storyteller> noone in the corridors...
<Storyteller> (no cameras... visible)
Arthur_Addams speaks quietly
<Arthur_Addams> Pete, I don't know if Forces will be enough... I have good knowledge of Forces myself... Perhaps your specialty is needed
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, I can set up something with more elaborate screening, sure
<Jan_Pieterszoon> (Or you could just communicate by "snailmail")
<Peter_Schmidt> (Jan: Yadda, yadda)
<Arthur_Addams> I will see if I can get some nanites. Those can come in handy
<Peter_Schmidt> That might be a good idea
<Arthur_Addams> I guess we should get some sleep now. We can't prepare ourselves if do do not know what for
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes.
Peter_Schmidt is sorry he didn't reach Zatto herself
<Storyteller> Soon you head to beds and have a night of mostly restfull sleep...
Arthur_Addams walks to his room and eats a candy bar he still has there.
<Storyteller> The closk ring and wake each and eeroyne of you up...
Jan_Pieterszoon takes an early nap, and gets up at 6, takes the biggest breakfast he can find (again, it may be the last decent breakfast in two weeks). He takes a shower, and dresses himself in a nice black suit (tweed). After that he cleans out his pistol and reloads the clip with extra ammo. He also makes a note to fetch some extra clips.
Peter_Schmidt gets up, showers and slips into one of his several orange jumpsuits
Jan_Pieterszoon arrives at exactly 6:55 at the briefing room
<Storyteller> The sun rises as you prepare... each of you had the time to grab somethign to eat and to come in cleared up
Peter_Schmidt goes to the CAfeteria and grapfs a fast breakfast
Peter_Schmidt shows up at the meeting room just in time, as always
Arthur_Addams showers and dresses. After having breakfast he walks to the briefing room arriving at about 6:57
John_Andersen welcomes the three of the,...
<John_Andersen> Ah gentlemen... welcome...
Peter_Schmidt nods
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Good Morning, Sir
<Arthur_Addams> Good Morning, Sir.
<Peter_Schmidt> Good Morning, Sir
<John_Andersen> I know quite well all of you have been under quite some stress... therefore you will be going on a differnet mission... currently we can deal with any RD emergencies with the help from the London construct and the other Agents...
<John_Andersen> The three of you will be placed a bit out of loop and under the scope since you all seem to be havign some problems...
Peter_Schmidt listens intently
<John_Andersen> it shouldn't be much of a problem for you...
Peter_Schmidt thinks he heard that before the DNA job, too
<John_Andersen> You will be heading on a 10 day expedition to the Marianna Trench...
Peter_Schmidt raises an eyebrow
<John_Andersen> You will take notes and compaere them with the Project Deepwater staff...
Arthur_Addams nods
<Peter_Schmidt> (thinks) Deep sea?
<John_Andersen> there you will be away from any cause of Stress... to life or limb...
<Peter_Schmidt> AYe sir
<Peter_Schmidt> Any< specially equipment we need to take from here?
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Expedition, Marianna Trench, complete ***mutters the rest****
<Arthur_Addams> Any special objectives, anything we especially should be looking for?
<John_Andersen> You will be there in a look in capacity and each will have a datafile on what his objectives are...
<John_Andersen> Mr. Pieterszoon you will hnadle expenditure analysys...
<John_Andersen> Dr. Schmidt you will analyze dimsneioanla status
Peter_Schmidt nods
<John_Andersen> and Dr. Addams will see if the equipment is workign properly and if it needs maintenance...
Arthur_Addams nods
<Arthur_Addams> Understood
<John_Andersen> The problem with you is that you really got too much attention to yourself...
<John_Andersen> so we will just alleviate you of your stres that strikes this construtct as well by making you take a mission like this...
John_Andersen smiles warmly...
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes, Sir
<Storyteller> All of you saw this Stress as your current situation... though jan doesn't have a clue on what happend he has his own problems...
<John_Andersen> Any questions?
<Peter_Schmidt> I guess everything will be covered in the datafiles, isn't it?
<John_Andersen> oh othr then these...
John_Andersen hands a shiny black comlink to jan, Art and Petey...
<Peter_Schmidt> Are they tamper and spyproof?
Arthur_Addams looks at the comlink unit
<Storyteller> All the comlinks are glossy and seem brand new... they seem to have some sort of inscription on them but you cannot see the langauge...
Peter_Schmidt frowns a bit
<Storyteller> Art, your looks odd.. it seems to be flat and two dimesnional... as if it jsut clasps to your head...
<Arthur_Addams> Ummm... I guess those are covered in the file, too?
<John_Andersen> These should take care about yuurs issues with the stnadard units... you can try them when you are giving me any of your current status reports... i surely wish to know how good you are feeling... and is that stress lettign you go...
John_Andersen grins
<John_Andersen> ... so anything else?
<John_Andersen> Pick up your stnadard equipment and tell me if you want me to put anythign extra on the list...
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes, Sir
<Jan_Pieterszoon> (power troubles in the flat, be back as soon as possible. If I suddenly drop, my PC crashed bigtime..)
<Peter_Schmidt> I'd like to have a little experimentation and tool kit if possible.
<John_Andersen> what type?
<Peter_Schmidt> I think I might want to use the ten days to put together some new devices
<Arthur_Addams> I think a good portion of nanites would be good for deep scannign of material and improving if needed.
<Arthur_Addams> I need tools, too.
<Peter_Schmidt> Well, some DimSCi Eequipment, some mundaine electronicals aprts...
<John_Andersen> Well the labs at Deepwater are fulyl equipped...
<Peter_Schmidt> This sounds good. I have never had the chance to learn much about them
<Peter_Schmidt> Other than that they exist
<Arthur_Addams> Mr Anderson, what about the nanites?
<John_Andersen> What type?
<John_Andersen> they are quite hard to secure...
<Arthur_Addams> Deep scanning of material and Matter improvement or manipulation
<John_Andersen> Okay... i will prepare yo ua batch of construction nanites...
<John_Andersen> Mr. Pieterszoon?
<Arthur_Addams> Allowance to take Ally.. ehm.. My harduit with me?
<John_Andersen> That Is Standard equipment, Art...
John_Andersen smiles...
<John_Andersen> ... at least for you... :)
<Arthur_Addams> Thank you, Sir
<John_Andersen> Your plane leaves in 4 hours for Hong Kong...
Peter_Schmidt thinks he would like to take Zatto Treba along
<John_Andersen> It will take off from the top hangar... nbe there a bit early...
<Arthur_Addams> (No Pete, Zatto is no standart equipment *g*)
<Peter_Schmidt> Aye, Sir
<John_Andersen> Each of your brifiengs and full info on Deepwater will be in envelopes marked for each of you...
<John_Andersen> IS that all, gentlemen?
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes, Sir
<Arthur_Addams> Yes, Sir.
<Jan_Pieterszoon> (back)
<John_Andersen> (summary: you wil lhead t deepwater, info on plane, plane on top bulding in less then 4 hours, do you need anything asked Andersen)
<Jan_Pieterszoon> hmm?
<Jan_Pieterszoon> What is it, Sir?
Jan_Pieterszoon seems to have waken up from quite some deep thoughts..
<John_Andersen> (do you need anything)
John_Andersen loosk at him...
<John_Andersen> Mr. Pieterszoon i know you are worried... but please keep focused...
<John_Andersen> do you think you need anything?
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Well I would like to know what our budget for this mission is.
<Jan_Pieterszoon> ehrm.. Sir.
<John_Andersen> How much will you need at 7000 meters below the ocena
John_Andersen smiles at him disaprovingly...
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Below the Sea?
<Jan_Pieterszoon> I think I must have missed something Sir..
<John_Andersen> As is said you will be leaving for Hong Kong in less then 4 hours...
<Peter_Schmidt> (12000 meters, I thought?)
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Oh.. never mind Sir, I don't think I need anything, Sir.
<John_Andersen> ... after that you are heading to Prject Deepwater...
<John_Andersen> (Deepwater itself is not at the bottom of the trench... it is above... and i think it is 11090)
Peter_Schmidt left Zatto another notes and took his standard equipment, too
<Peter_Schmidt> (Yeah, 11000, true)
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Just one question Sir.. what is the allotment.. of personal luggage?
<John_Andersen> Whatever you think you need... but do avoid too much luggage... i though you needed to get out of town as speedy as possible... and out os sight untill your situation is... cleared...
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Okay Sir... 4 hours till takeoff, the roof. Destination Hong Kong. Yes, Sir.
<Peter_Schmidt> (Bathroom for 5 min)
<John_Andersen> Okay then... get to it...
<John_Andersen> ... oh and all other orders are to be still under use...
John_Andersen looks significantly at Art and Jan
<John_Andersen> YOu are free to go...
Arthur_Addams nods
<John_Andersen> i wish you all a good trip...
<Arthur_Addams> Yes Sir.
<Arthur_Addams> Thank you.
Jan_Pieterszoon leaves, and packs four extra suits (one of them is white), 10 clean shirts (3 blue), and socks and underwear for more than 10 days.
Arthur_Addams leaves and first of all checks Ally. John_Andersen (raven@ad20-m115.net.hinet.hr) left #agww.
<Peter_Schmidt> (re)
<Storyteller> Ally is packed up in its suitcase... on the table of your lab space is a cillindrical container with biohazard and radioactivity markings... inside it is a small cyllinder fileld with a blue glowing liquid... it is the nanites you requested... it jsut seems they gave you a case for Biohazard to take it...
Peter_Schmidt leaves, picks up some stuff, packs a couple of orange jumpshuits and shifts and leaves even another message for Zatto
Arthur_Addams nods in approvement and picks up his stuff and packs his luggage and tools.
<Storyteller> The time flies, and as you pack you notice that you should be there to load up your gear and setup i nthe plane before it heads off...
<Storyteller> Soon you all finish your stuff up and are up on a lift to the hangar...
Peter_Schmidt thiks it is somewhat odd that Zatto just talked about Hong Kong and now he was headed there
<Storyteller> The doors open in front of you showing it in allits commotion nad movmement... there are a few black choppers here and 2 smaller Void Craft...
<Storyteller> In the center is a large black jet, streamlined and sitting on a large pad with lights runnign around it... there is a opend door extneded to the floor and it is ready for entry...
<Storyteller> next to it is a woman with extrmeley long red hair, holding a helemt under her arm and talking with some tehnicians... some of you recognize her as Maverick...
Peter_Schmidt goes towards it; his luggage is stowed away in a large backpack
Arthur_Addams Looks aroudn where to stash his stuff
Peter_Schmidt smiles at Maverick and thinks he still wanted to get some piloting lessons
Maverick nods to the tech and heads to the others...
Maverick comes in front of the newcomers... her jumpsuit shows her figure and she seems quite proud of it...
<Maverick> Hi Guys...
<Maverick> ...time to fly...
<Maverick> I will be your pilot today...
<Maverick> the destination will be HOng Kong...
<Arthur_Addams> Hong Kong... Animes... Mechas...
Arthur_Addams whispers dreamingly
Jan_Pieterszoon rolls his eyes
<Peter_Schmidt> Thank you, Miss Maverick.
Peter_Schmidt smiles winningly at her again
<Maverick> Please be as nice as to turn of your cellphones and not mind me skipping any emegency shows...
Peter_Schmidt hears Art and just shakes his head
Maverick just nods to Pete and his hands...
<Peter_Schmidt> Aye, aye sir
Peter_Schmidt /me grins and stows away his backpack in the plane
Arthur_Addams packs his stuff and turns off his cell phone
<Arthur_Addams> All right. Done
<Maverick> Anyway... the flight should last around 5 or 6 hours... you will haev enough time to get along with your documents... the are ready in your seats... you will use the lounge and not the passanger seats sicne i am driving only the three of you...
Peter_Schmidt turns off the mundane functions of his cell phone
<Peter_Schmidt> He keeps the com unit active, though, as they should be reachable always
<Peter_Schmidt> Fine
<Maverick> Please then ho on... i am gonna rev up the engines and prepare for take off...
<Maverick> In the lounge there is a nice view from the windows...
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Pleasure to meet you again, Maverick.
Maverick smiles at Jan...
<Peter_Schmidt> Yes, thanks, Miss Maverick
<Maverick> ... Jan, is it?
<Jan_Pieterszoon> Correct.
<Maverick> You managed to make a lot of dust in the two weeks you are here...
<Maverick> mybe you will be less wild wherevery ou are going...
Jan_Pieterszoon looks guilty..
<Maverick> ... not that i mind any wild stunts or jaunts myself...
Maverick grins mischivelously...
Jan_Pieterszoon grins back
<Maverick> I'll see you boys in flight...
<Maverick> Ta ta...
<Arthur_Addams> Well I am ready to go.
Maverick turns and heads inside the jet...
Peter_Schmidt is already inside, too
Maverick enters the gangway throwing a look back and shaking her hair...
Arthur_Addams gets on the jet and looks for a nice place to sit
<Maverick> (start anime 3d zoom and rotation ala Matrix with sparklies around her...)
Maverick is inside...
Jan_Pieterszoon enters and finds himself a seat and fastens the seatbelt.
Peter_Schmidt thinks Maverick really looks beautiful. Zatto had the advantage of being a fellow VE though...
Peter_Schmidt also fastens his seatbelts. He remembers the first flight with Maverick
<Storyteller> AS you pass the comfortable seats in the first part of the plane, you enter a nicely decorated lounfge with a mahagony table and leather couches with straps...
<Storyteller> there are seald envelopes with your names on them on the table...
<Arthur_Addams> Well, that's classy transportation
<Peter_Schmidt> Indeed
<Peter_Schmidt> Art, better fasten your seatbelts
<Peter_Schmidt> Our pilot is an Ace, but somewhat reckless, too
<Peter_Schmidt> c
<Arthur_Addams> Thanks for the warning
Arthur_Addams takes a seat and fastens his seatbelt. Then he checks for his envelope
Peter_Schmidt chuckles
Peter_Schmidt also takes out his envelope
<Storyteller> The Windows areound yre open...
<Storyteller> YOu notice that there is a soft hum around you that you cannot place...
Peter_Schmidt looks out to see where they are
Maverick over the intercom:
<Maverick> Gentlemen... we are taking off...
Peter_Schmidt sits in his seat and waits for the take-off
Arthur_Addams relaxes and looks out of the window
<Storyteller> YO notice that the plane is softly rising upwards completely calm and not even close to the walls... it isn't even moving left and right... it is perfect....
Peter_Schmidt nods appreciatively
<Peter_Schmidt> She *is* an ace pilot...
<Storyteller> Soon you are above the skyscraper and its upper blast doors are humming closed... the wing next to sou seems to shimmer... it looks like it isn't htere but yo ucan see the outline... the material is somethign special..
Peter_Schmidt thinks it is the stealth material that many VoidCraft use, too
<Storyteller> Within moments the plane rotates for 90 degrees and blasts off towards east...
<Storyteller> The plane is tilted softly to the right so you cna see how high you are going... Maverick is rotating the plane above Birmingahm and going higher and higher...
Peter_Schmidt reads the briefing material
<Storyteller> the place is lower and lower,,,
<Storyteller> AND the jet zooms off through the clouds...
<Peter_Schmidt> (Cut here?)
<Peter_Schmidt> (We can start next time when we arrive in Hong KOng
<Arthur_Addams> (Good place to cut)
<Storyteller> (yep)
-- To Be Continued --
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