Agents of K.I.C.K - Reloaded IC

[whiskytangofoxt]

Anna is a young (like late-teens young) woman, very attractive, who works the reception desk of the Armoury. She eyes Cane up and down, deep in thought.

Uuuuhhh... can you take the pants-armor off? I mean, it would be way easier if it was collapsable... also, well, you need a disguise? We have wigs, fake facial hair, we even have those SynthSkin masks left from when Denny the WarDroid was with us... the Accounting department still miss him dearly.

[josh13905]

"Would it be better for one of us to not get hired, and then set a trap for whatever is going after these people?"

[whiskytangofoxt]

"I will repeat, this is intended as a fact-finding mission, the results of which will dictate our course of action."

The tone of the person on the com changes slightly.

"As a matter of protocol, we would like to ask Mr Ryan to do a small reading for us, gain a general colour of the outcome of the mission?"

[josh13905]

"For starters, this thing is further into the future than what I can access dependably, because so many minute decisions will be made and affect the outcome of the mission, I might only get a vague few glimpses of only the most important of events, but I will try."

Jonathan closes his eyes and doesn't speak for a bit...

[Critical]

"I am not taking these pants off unless I'm going to sleep with someone, girl!" - Cane says, taking an inhale of his cigar, and then adds jokingly when exhaling the smoke, smiling: "Unless you're up for it."

[SuperCracker]

Broll nods at Anna.

"Yeah. War Droid in Accounting was a hell of a guy--thing. Oh, and on top of the snazzy suit, give me some kind of evil goatee. I can dramatically rip it off when it comes time to kick ass."

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Nice reference.

[Eurus]

Grace follows Cane to Anna, and whines. "I don't have to wear a pantsuit, do I?"

[whiskytangofoxt]

Jonathan closes his eyes and doesn't speak for a bit...

You get flashes of...

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A man, with heavy, dark features, smiling broadly and shaking your hand...
An obsidian blade, gripped tightly in your hand...
The interview (you can see everyone, must be a group interview) going bad...
Feathers and fire and blood...
An... explosion? A real big one.

"Unless you're up for it."

Anna does not look impressed.
"Uuh, tell you what! I've had a great idea... maybe, if you like, take your head out your ass? No-one would recognise you then! Take your sh*t and go."

She motions to the side table, where your folio sits waiting for you.

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Wait, what did I reference?

[Critical]

Cane laughs out loud, getting his folio, while thinking for whom he could apply with his armor-pants on. "Relax. Just kidding."

[whiskytangofoxt]

Anna tilts her head, eyes tightening slightly with concentration. You feel something pinch at your temples.
"Try construction, they'll take you with them on. And no, unfortunately, you weren't kidding."

Moral of the story - stop flirting with telepaths.

[Eurus]

Grace grabs her own folio, glancing curiously through it. "Yeah, construction guys are weird. Nice, though. They're always complimenting me."

[whiskytangofoxt]

Once again, Anna looks unimpressed.

"Look, your cars awaits you down in the parking lot. Once you're ready, go down."

She sighs heavily, and returns to her notes.

[SuperCracker]

"Uh, Grace... when they do that-- ah forget it."

Once Broll was Gecko-fied (sleek black suit, red tie), he took his sword-holding tube and went downstairs to pick out one of the cars.

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Thought you were referencing this: http://www.nuklearpower.com/2009/03/28/warbot_001/

[Eurus]

While she still refused a pantsuit, Grace eventually (reluctantly) changed into a skirt suit that at least covered her up, and hopped down into the "cutest" car she could find.

[Malfunctioned]

"Anna, my 'vehicle of choice' wouldn't happen to have been moved down there recently by any chance?" He turns to Grace.
"Are you sure you can drive? I would of thought that so many bright lights and moving objects would of distracted you."

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I'm hoping that we're still counting the X.T.R.E.M.E Machine as being in the game.

[Thieves]

"Accountings? Sounds cool. It's like, talking of the UFOs you saw, right?"

Anna blinked repeatedly at Django with a little sad frown on her face as he put the CV and a compactible fireman's axe into the suitcase. As weird as he looked normally, he did actually have that something when stuffed into a gray suit... with a camo tie.

"Better that than sitting down in the books."

"I'll walk. Everyone's getting a ride, I'll go undercover."

He looked at the map.

"Or yeah, I'll just drive myself up a corner away from there."

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Urr. Actually, is that company's building downtown or somewhere more exotic?

[josh13905]

JR opens his eyes, unfazed by what he saw, "Best to get the firemen on stand-by, the interview doesn't go well, but someone important looked happy."

JR gets his own clothes and goes to meet the others.

[Critical]

Cane doesn't even go to change his clothes. "...I'll be waiting in the car." - he says in explanation.

[Eurus]

"Oh, I always come out just fine," she shrugs cheerfully, but hesitates. "...Although, I totally don't want them docking my pay for another car. And since you're, like, offering..."

Ignoring the fact that Arnold technically hadn't offered, at least not yet, Grace grabs shotgun in his vehicle.

[SuperCracker]

The sports car Broll picked roared to life as he started it up. A big blue beauty it was. He slammed the gas and screeched out of the garage, metal blaring out of his open windows. It was all part of the pre-mission pump up ritual.

[Malfunctioned]

"If anybody needs a lif......" Arnold looks around for a moment. "...Grace, you're already in there, aren't you?" Not waiting for a reply he takes the keycard out of his pocket and jumps into the drivers seat of the X.T.R.E.M.E Machine, a small bus sized vehicle of his own creation. A few button press and lever pulls withdraws most of the excessive detail (decals, lights, S.A.M launchers, stuff like that) and it now appears to simply be a state-of-the-art minivan, just a little on the large side.
"You do know I was planning on taking the monowheel, right? Also, please resist the temptation to press the buttons....again. It took the clean-up crew a week to clear Agent Simmons off of the ceiling last time."
He presses a small green button and the High-Voltage Dual-Core Compression Accelerator flared into life. It also started the engine.

[Eurus]

"But if you took the monowheel, there'd be no room for me," Grace explains as if this should be obvious. "And it's not my fault that the eject button is right next to the radio..."

[Malfunctioned]

"The eject button is also clearly labelled and surrounded by glass." He paused for a second.
"My deathbus, my music."

[josh13905]

Jonathan picks up a nice normal inconspicuous 5-seater car, and pulls out onto the road, beginning to follow the others to the interviews. Wasn't everyday he got to go watch an explosion he knew was coming, oh wait, yeah it was pretty much a daily thing now. If they can have some sort of radio communication channel thingy then he says.

"Tonight's supposed to end with a bang, so everyone stay on your toes, and remember stop drop and roll, if on fire."

[SuperCracker]

"Tonight's supposed to end with a bang, so everyone stay on your toes, and remember stop drop and roll, if on fire."

Broll laughed, then spoke through the radio (with blaring background music).

"I could've told you that, brother. What else did you see back there?"

[Eurus]

"Simmons was bothering me," she admits, attempting to look innocent. "And fine, pick whatever you want."

"...As long as you want to listen to Ke$ha."

[whiskytangofoxt]

Are you all ready to go?

If so...

You enter your cars and begin driving. Soon enough, you come up to the building - it's very impressive. Built from sandstone, and designed to look to all the world like a ziggurat in the middle of The City, Mayincetek Headquarters sits in front of you like some ancient monolith. Then you spot the aerials, automatic windows, and sattelite dishes protruding from the roof. A steady stream of men and women in smart buisness dress seem to be lingering around the entrance area, contriving to look as busy as possible. Your cars pull up outside, and park at various points around the car park.

What would you like to do?

[SuperCracker]

Broll's car comes screeching to a halt in the parking lot. Broll gets out, now dressed for success, a bluetooth set in his ear. With swagger in his step, he walks towards the entrance, passing the business-people milling about. He shouts, in the most corporate exec voice he can muster, ""Look! We've got them by the balls in this deal. I don't care what they say. No less than 10 mil, you got it? Clean them out."

He paused and took a deep breath. "I love the smell of rampant capitalism in the morning!"

[Critical]

Cane views Broll sceptically. "Yeah... That's totally going to work... Alright, go do it, I'll guard the car. I can't go to an interview with armor-pants now, can I?" - Fredderick said, getting himself more comfortable in his seat.

[Thieves]

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SuperCracker, you live up to your name, you crack me up super time! rampant capitalism win

"Arnold? Lift? Mind? No? Coo." Django hopped in the back of the minivan. He stowed in the back... couches. Well, seat would be, I guess, a bit too little. Hearing Grace, he just spat:
"Cash-a? Now what the?"

But she was cute. Django sat in the back, interchangeably humming "Highway to hell" and "Hot for teacher" (now wtf?) and eyeing the girl at times.

When they pulled up to the parking lot, Django slapped himself in the forehead.

"Hey, guys. I don't know 'bout your pre-K.I.C.Kin' routines, but... anyone's up for a puff off a little magical pipe I got? Hell, I know I am."