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 Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:35 pm
The group has arrived back at their headquarters. All is quiet. It is now the middle of the night.
Inside, Plague, their new prisoner, sits silently in his cell.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:41 pm
"So what is the plan? Even though it is late I am not that tired."
*yawns*
"Nevermind, but I can stay up."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:46 pm
Mercy waves her hand dismissively and exhales. "Search those two" she points at Revenant and Wraith. "Then lock them up in a place they can't escape from and...then I don't know." She sighs sadly, and shrugs.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:53 pm
"So we are expected to infiltrate Femer's Labs again to save Nebula? Wasn't that a horrible bust last time?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:53 pm
"Well, I have a few ideas, but for now, let us get those two searched and locked up. Any volunteers?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:54 pm
*shrug*
"Let's not make this difficult."
*turns to her mom and starts to search her*
[[takes twenty, +2 search, 22 total.]]
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:58 pm
"Here, hon, I'll make it easy for you..."
Wraith reaches down the front of her shirt, pulling out a set of lockpicks... some old-fashioned, some very technological-looking. She hands them over.
With those out of the way, your search reveals nothing out of the ordinary.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:59 pm
*looks over to Rev with a cold glare when Cheshire starts searching Wraith*
Matty, you search Roary here, I don't want to touch him. And be sure to rough him up a little.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:00 pm
"No, I can do it. Your turn Rev."
[[Again taking twenty, +2 to search, 22 total]]
((I <3 super speed razz ))
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:05 pm
Revenant is a bit less co-operative, but there's little he can do to stop the process at this point. You find a boot knife, two Swiss-army knives, and several very small vials of greenish liquid.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:10 pm
"Hmm... What is the green stuff Roary?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:12 pm
He smirks. "Food coloring." After a chuckle to let her know he was indeed kidding, he adds, "What do you think it is?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:14 pm
"Poison. Or some sort of acid."
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:17 pm
*shrugs*
"Fine I will just find out myself."
*dashes upstairs with the gathered stuff*
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