[Nexus] MURDER I: Causing Fear Since About Five Minutes Ago.

[Devixer]

[The Operative's Office]

Nope. The guy's just that paranoid about security.

Anyway, after Kal leaves, the Operative will set his form aside to be sorted later. It isn't too long before he's reunited with his plotclone in the main room.

[Main Room]

"I see. And is there a chance of you leaving and not speaking of our location until I 'see reason,' as you so kindly put it?"

[ThirdEmperor]

Main Room

"An whoo would I be speakin to in a lawless place like this? I'm here cause it don't have any other lawmakers." The rabbit says dejectedly. This whole plan is just turning out terrible. I'll probably just hang around and... List yoor crimes for when you toorn yoorself in? Oor somethin.

[Zefir]

[Rec Room]


"It's a bit boring in here. I go to the training Room."

So Fade stands up and walks away to the training Room, maybe the Operative may spot him there or not.

[Training Room]

In there Fade first starts to oder 3 of the 4 Myr to hide and walk around in the training are. What is he going to do?

[Devixer]

[Main Room]

"And exactly what laws have I broken? If anything, you're the one who's commited a crime. Forcing your way in here with a gun." The ghost can't help but feel like he's caught this rabbit.

[ThirdEmperor]

Main Room

"Well, I dunno. That's why I'm goonna be hanging around here foor a bit. But yoo smell like a lawbreaker. This whoole place smells like... like, lawbreakery!" The rabbit says triumphantly, convinced his coining of a new word to describe criminal misconduct has won him the arguement. The Operative might be getting the impression that the rabbit simply isn't that smart around now. Probably harmless though.

[Devixer]

[Main Room]

The ghost simply stares through his gas mask at the rabbit. He got the impression of stupidity the moment the rabbit arrived, of course. "Well, if you insist upon staying here, I cannot allow you to carry that weapon. It may cause... dissent among those here." No matter what the bunny's reaction is, the Operative attempts to use his telekineses to wrench the pistol from its paws and towards him.

[ThirdEmperor]

Main Room

The telekinesis does not succeed in pulling the gun from the rabbit's grasp. It does, on the other hand, succeed in pulling the rabbit off the ground, where he hangs in the air, gripping the revolver for dear life and kicking at the air. "Hey! Lemme down yoose ^#%**~€$@$!!!;!" He protests, swearing up a storm.

[Devixer]

[Main Room]

If the Operative had eyes and could get annoyed, he'd be rolling his eyes right about now. "Just let go of the pistol. It really isn't that hard."

[Murkus]

Rec Room

Teq Vraal is here on his incomprehensible portable computer, searching for information on the man called 'Phil'. He figures it'd be better if he had access to any police records, as he's apparently a man of ill-repute, but this is worth a shot.

[Zefir]

[Training Room]

Since noone other is here other than Fade he is able to test is own skills a bit more. Well even more than he showed off for the Operativ. But that wasn't by prupose.

Well either way Fade will use some different kinds of actions to destroy the Myrs.
The first one dies smashed by two giant shadow hands that came from the ground and killed him like you would kill a fly.

[bladescape]

[Rec Room]

Turiel is having a look around here. His mask is on and his cloak up. His elfen features hidden by his clothing. The massive dark tome sits comfortably in his hand, sealed and closed though.

TV's didn't exist where he came from, and he's currently intently looking at the manual and trying to work out what it's for.

[Lady Serpentine]

[Rec Room]

Rael enters, and sits down somewhere. It's been a long day. He doesn't look physically tired, though, just beat up mentally and emotionally. His hood is up, so he's just a figure in a dark blue cloak.

[Devixer]

[Training Room]

The Operative has headed here to inspect the newly improved firing range. He seems to like it, if only because he's actually lingering at a few of the more interesting features. Warsh had clearly known what he was doing. A shame the former Ranger wasn't here for the ghost to compliment.

[ThirdEmperor]

[Main Room]

If the Operative had eyes and could get annoyed, he'd be rolling his eyes right about now. "Just let go of the pistol. It really isn't that hard."

"Why don't yoo let go?! The rabbit protests, flailing and kicking at the air as he struggles to hang onto the gun, his own weight dragging him down. As it turns out, it's a losing battle, and after a few seconds the rabbit drops to the floor, cursing.

[Devixer]

[Main Room]

The Operative doesn't say another word to the rabbit, viewing other words as pointless. Instead, he brings the gun closer to his lenses, examining it as it turns in the air. Perhaps it could be useful in the armory.

[ThirdEmperor]

Main Room

The revolver is a Colt Army Special .38, modified with a custom action to increase the fire rate, and loaded with silver hollow point rounds. It is, however, slightly smaller than normal and has a snub nose, so that a very strong rabbit could conceivably use it, but a human would have significant difficulty in doing so. Engraved on the redwood handle is the name "Lorraine", which has been crossed out, and written beneath that is "Jeanette".

"Hey! Give that back, yoo, yoo sneaky ghost thief!" The rabbit says, clutching his head as he sits on the floor, looking absolutely adorable despite his best efforts.

[Devixer]

[Main Room]

The Operative, using his telekinesis, tries to pop open the revolver's cylinder and remove all of the rounds. Only for show, really. They had no .38 weapons, and the gun itself was useless to non-psions.

The specter looks at the rabbit with his cold lenses. "This is no theft, it is a confiscation. You've used this to threaten my staff; I believe it is only fair to hold onto it until you decide to leave."

[ThirdEmperor]

Main Room

"I'm the oofficer of the law here, I'll doo the confiscating, thank yoo very much!" The rabbit shouts, literally hopping mad now. Poor fellow just can't catch a break.

[Devixer]

[Main Room]

"An officer of the law? Tell me, who employs you?" The Operative considers accusing that it is, in fact, a vigilante, but decides the rabbit would only get more stupid after that.

[ThirdEmperor]

Main Room

"The Law Givers, duh. Why, yoo get a lot oof oother all rabbit police forces aroond here?" The rabbit says, as though it should be obvious, giving the Operative a suspicious glare.

[Devixer]

[Main Room]

"There are no rabbit police forces in Riverside. Thus, I'm inclined to believe you're a liar." The Operative returns the rabbit's glare with his signature cold, dead, gas masky stare as the rounds in the revolver are reloaded.

[ThirdEmperor]

Main Room

"Well, I can prove it. Gimme a week and I'll show yoo." If it is possible for a rabbit to smirk, that is exactly what this rabbit is doing. "Oor maybe you coold just admit I ain't lying."

[The Alexandrian]

[Garage]

A LVTP-5 (fire support variant) is rolling down the tunnel leading to the garage. Guess who is driving said war machine.

That's right! The Warsh is back in the house!

[Zefir]

[Training room]

The operative may spot Fade here who has just smashed one of themyr with two giant shadow hands.

The next one dies as Fade points at him and cast desintegrate aginst him, what will cause him to become dust.
The third one dies wired. Fade just walks around and drags a sword with him that enen touching the ground makes no noise. The Myr will just be sliced into pieces without Fade even swingin the blade.

"Now go do your work." he sais to the last one which will walm over to the smashed one and repair it. This only takes a few moments then both head to the dust, which was a Myr befor. They repair them quiet quick and hen all three go to the last one.

[Devixer]

[Garage]

Since there are cameras at the garage, the Operative's already down here. He'd really like to know what a personnel carrier is doing down here.

[The Alexandrian]

[Garage]

The massive door of the assault vehicle slides open revealing a stack of unmarked, black, steel cases and a battered Lieutenant Warsh! It looks as though he hasn't slept in a few days. The bandage on his left forearm suggests that he was wounded not too long ago. His clothes are clean jungle combat fatigues. They hide yet another bandage, this one over his abdomen.

Warsh trudges out of the carrier and shakes his head.

"That sucked."

[Devixer]

[Garage]

As soon as the ghost sees Warsh's wounds, his mind shifts gears. The cases and vehicle could come later. "How did you get wounded, Warsh?"

[The Alexandrian]

[Garage]

"Some civ got her hands on a pistol and got all jumpy."

"FYI, I was raiding a zombie infested zone. Just FYI. I already ran these bullet huckers through a stringent detox protocol. They're fine for your men to touch."

"If I start looking all splotchy, do me a favor and shoot me."

Warsh weakly smirks. He is obviously "running on fumes" at this point.

[Devixer]

[Garage]

The Operative looks from Warsh to the cases. "You should get some rest. I will take these to the armory and inspect them." Unless stopped, each of the black cases will raise into the air and go towards the specter.

[The Alexandrian]

[Garage -to- Barracks]

Warsh manages to mumble,

"I think I'll do that."

before tromping over to the elevator, ascending up the elevator, struggling to his room, opening the door, and crashing on his bed.

Inside of the cases, The Operative will find:

-5 AK-47s
-3 HK416s
-1 M249
-3 Robinson Arnament XCRs
-1 Vepr
-2 Minebea PM-9s
-1 XM8 Rifle
-2 Mark 14 Enhanced Battle Rifles
-3 FN P90s

All of the weapons are in fine working order.

A piece of ripped cardboard has been duct taped to the XM8 container.

It has letters scribbled upon it in black ink that read: I didn't sign up for logistics. Funny.