- Since GsB II is going to be deleted from the Cafe Story boards, I an going to restart it here. I just need to get the files and convert them over to this format. Also, those involved has to be invited over here. so that they can continue in the action once the transfer is done...
 
Just give me a week to get it together.

Here goes nothing...
The next (I Hope!) 15 posts will be the 15 pages extracted from the GsB II thread.
 
 
Later on, I am including the archive of the orginal posts here, so all involved can see the slight changes I have made (IE; Spelling corrections). Other than that, nothing was changed.
 
 
Lets see how this goes... and if it works, restart GsB II from here!

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Charles_Roberts
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In NSA, Near Washington DC
 
Alex II Use to be a CIA Agent now he transferred to the NSA after his Boss want him dead so They arrested his boss for crimes now he working for the NSA also handing the GSB Case too as he was walking with the NSA Leader Scar face a Male mouse who Face is the shape of Florida while waking
 
Scarface; Welcome to the NSA Alex II you move up form Third Agent to Second Agent of NSA now you in charge of International Case and you will pick one Person lower of Society
 
Alex II: Well who can follow my orders sir
 
Scarface: This Mouse name Damian Storm He is a Mouse/Raptor Hybrid, don’t say it how his mom a Female mouse, his dad a male Small Raptor meet he have Titatume Claws that can cut through anything, last week he was caught and sent to Prison for Doing Illegal Stuns on the Gov Car so he was glove the code for the gloves will come off if he cooperated with us so you have to head to New York Maxume Securely Prison in Albany, New York and tell him that if he work with us then his Records will be wipe clean
 
Alex II: Ok I am on my way to do that sir
 
Scarface: Good
 
*Then a Map showing
 
Bowing 747 Jet Rote From Ronald Reagan Washington International Airport to Albany International Airport and New York Maxume Securely Prison
 
*
New York Maxume Securely Prison cut to Damian Storm with the specal gloves he have while doing some weights
 
A Mouse Guard came to him
 
Mouse Guard: Damian you got a Visitor
 
Damian: Ok Take me to him
 
*Then they came to the Visitor Cell while Alex II was there waiting for him then he tell the guards to levee while he looking at him
 
Damian: So what you want
 
Alex II: Name Alexander Armington II NSA Second In Command
 
Damian: Hay I Heard about you I Saw the news say that they Rescue the girls form the EX SWA
 
Alex II: Yea you did that why I want your help
 
Damian: Why you want my help
 
Alex II: I Heard my two cousins Tammy and Bink were missing in Italy there car was found by the lake
 
Damian: That same girl you rescue is missing?
 
Alex II: Yea and I want your help if you help the NSA then We will Wipe your Records clean and you can be a free Maptor (Mouse/Raptor hybrid)
 
*Damian was thinking he don’t want to live in this prison for all day*
 
Damian: ok you got your self a deal
 
Alex II: First I want to see your skils *Then he took the Camara off line for a minuet then went to his glove "Tirdent" Then the glove came off but haft off* "Levee them on as the guards take you back to your cell then once they not looking began your escape a chopper is waiting for you
 
Damian: Ok
 
*Then he went to turn the camara back on as the guards came back taking Damian to the cell while he head out*
 
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Cut to New York State Prison 2:30 PM
 
Damian Making sure no guards were around then his gloves came off as he Slash the Bars with his Titaume claws then he head out as 4 Guards try to stop him but he took out the 4 guards in 3 seconds, then he head up to lundary room as 5 Guards were chasing after him then he came up to a window as he slash it he went up to the roof then, there were 10 guards came out with batans and they got taken out by him in 2 seconds then Alex II came in the chopper as Damian did a Jump to the copper then he grab the bar as he telling his polit telling him to take off then they flew over the Prison as the guard about to shot it but the leader guard tell him not too as they head to the Albany International Airport as Damian climb into the seat then get a headphone too
 
Damian; Hay you say this will be easy
 
Alex II: Well did it? And Nice moves too so you are Triple-X Materal
Damian Surgs then they head to DC
 
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IN NSA
 
Alex II: Ok your contact will be in Rome, Italy but you two be driving to Nemi were Tammy was last seen I will be in Nemi too so let go to the lab also you will meet with my old Buddy Fernando I will be telling him about you, he is a Blind Mouse with a Cain also he can since you from a mile away also before you do that, you and your contact will need go to shop for cars, Italy is a place for Fast cars and once you find the car that fit your need then you can call our Lab Mouse to come
 
*Then Sparky came in*
 
Alex II: This is Sparky our Lab Mouse he can give you gadgets and anything you need
 
Sparky: Hello Mr. Storm anything you need
 
Alex II picking up a Clear Gun but it for everything "This Gun can shoot Stunners, Tracking Device, Expolitve Bullets and Graping Rope too"
 
*Then Hand the case to Damian
 
Alex II: Ok we got you Plan Tickets to Rome and your name is not Damian Storm it Triple X now your name is not Existed
 
Damian: Ok
 
Alex II: Ok Mission Begans now
 
Then Triple X left to Rome
 
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WildIrishRose
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Severe Weather Eddie made note...OOC: I would imagine hat we're going by the same rules and limitations of the first thread...use only "modern day" technology.
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OOC: Aww man! Does that mean I can't have my antique guns? :wink:
 
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Fernando
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5 months before, in the SWA
 
Chief Lorenzo: How is our new recruit doing?
Ferro: She has managed to pass the physical training, but just barely. Jean will be issuing a firearm to her, preferably a SIG Sauer P232-SL, and an Alpha Romero Spyder 2000 as her personal vehicle.
Chief Lorenzo: Does she suspect anything?
Ferro: Suspect? This is a law enforcement/public safety/rescue agency. That’s is all we do, that is she needs to know.
Chief Lorenzo: And if she questions being given her own personal firearm?
Ferro: She has been put through fire arm training. She understands the need of having a weapon, and when to use it.
Chief Lorenzo: Good. What of the Pia and Ernesto Team?
Ferro: They are still undercover, investigating several cases of LSD overdoses in North Eastern branch.
Chief Lorenzo: LSD?
Ferro: It is believed to have originated as an Ergot Mold poisoning case, but further testing showed that the Ergot was refined into its more powerful LSD variant. Further investigations showed that only a few victims were stricken, but in cluster groups. 3 in one town, 5 in another, as little as 2 here and there.
Chief Lorenzo: Sounds like an old tactic once proposed in the 1950’s.
Ferro: Sir?
Chief Lorenzo: During the Cold War, it was proposed by certain members of NATO for the use of secret agents to contaminate the enemy’s water supply with LSD. Some of the methods discussed were: cloud seeding, reservoir dumping, and water-plant contamination. All in hopes to have the targeted nation’s population in an LSD Hallucination Frenzy, and make an invading army simply walk in without firing a shot.
Ferro: I see.
 
Further details of this case were discussed. Jean walks over to Tammy’s door. He knocks on her door and waits for it to be opened. After a longer than normal wait, it opens. Tammy stood there in a robe and an towel wrapped on her hair.
 
Tammy: Hello Jean... could you give me a minute or two.
 
Before Jean could answer, Tammy slams the door on him. As he waits, Tammy tries to get dressed as fast as possible, putting on a shirt and jeans. The towel and the robe get thrown into the bathroom, and the door gets closed. She grabs a brush and starts brushing her hair, then she opens the door as she fluffs out her tail.
 
Tammy (as she continues to fluff out her tail): Sorry... uhm.. come in. Have a seat. How can I help you?
 
Jean walks in, Tammy takes a seat on her bed. He hands her a small carrying case. Tammy puts down her brush to receive the case.
 
Tammy: What is this?
Jean: Its your personal and service weapon.
Tammy: But...
Jean: We know you requested no guns. But you have to remember from fire arm training- it is for your personal safety that you have this. Not just to shoot at bad guys, but know when to shoot. Remember- there are many here that would prefer not to see you alive. Bink will also carry her personal weapon and use it when it is deemed necessary.
Tammy: But aren’t we...
Jean (interrupting her): We are more than just rescue. We are law enforcement, public safety and rescue. And as nice and wonderful that might be to the eyes of many, there are those who think that they are beyond the law and do what ever they please- including causing situations where you have to rescue somebody. Furthermore, they will try to stop you from rescuing someone in need. So understand, it there for when you need it, for your protection. You must wear it all the time.
Tammy: Then I will never use it then.
Jean: There are some officers who spend their careers never having to their weapons in anger or justification. But those officers are few and far in between. You can only hope to be one of them.
 
Tammy just nods her head.
 
Jean: One other thing.
Tammy: What would that be?
 
Jean hands her a map of Rome and a set of keys with a decorative fob on it with the ‘Alpha Romero’ emblem.
 
Jean: You get a your own personal transport. Hope it is to your liking.
Tammy: You mean, my own car?
Jean: Take Bink with you, and drive around town until you get used to it and you know the city. We may have a mission for you in a couple of days, so the sooner you learn, the better.
Tammy: Wow...
Jean (starting to leave the room): There will be a meeting in a couple of days. I will notify you when you have to be there.
Tammy: Wow... my own car...
 
Jean leaves.
 
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Fernando
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This will be a) Cloak & Dagger Mission and b) Rescue Mission.
 
Thus far shown is only a symptom of the disease, not the cause nor the cure. Tammy will be a key but in only as being a witness with information. Knowing that she is still alive might be an issue to those who tried to kill her. Getting her and Bink back to SWA in Rome from Nemi will be a problem within in and of itself. That’s the rescue.
 
The Cloak & Dagger part if finding out who did it and why.
 
Mission begins when the 4th and final historical part is put in.
It is as like before- no advanced technologies except that of the Gunslinger Girl world, which is pretty much a couple of years ahead of present date. Much of the advancements of this time is the cybernetics in use to create the cyborgs. Everything else is pretty much the same.
 
So, gather what you think you will need, and think.
If you care for some research material... you can try looking up Gunslinger Girl manga material on the web.
 
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Jeanette Isabelle
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Fernando wrote:
 This will be a) Cloak & Dagger Mission and b) Rescue Mission.
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OK. If you need a bomb maker, let me know.
 
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Midnight Man
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Will my presence be required this time?
 
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Charles_Roberts
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Well I am using Triple-X thing since it was in this time too
 
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Fernando
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Jeanette Isabelle wrote:
 Fernando wrote:
 This will be a) Cloak & Dagger Mission and b) Rescue Mission.
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OK. If you need a bomb maker, let me know.
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If you are talking about Annie and Franco, who do you think they might be up against?
Though their role maybe limited, as yet it is to be foreseen, and their personal views on not letting children to be targets of their packages might be used against them. So, if you intend to play that role, play it well.
 
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CCC
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(I somehow doubt that Protocol 7 is known in the Gunslinger Girl universe - is this going to disqualify the AI's participation? I have no problem finding sensible reasons to leave the tripods at the Cafe.)
 
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Fernando
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@CCC- No.
 
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Fernando
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4 months ago.
 
A small box-truck rests on the ledge of a cliff after going through the guard rail off a mountain trail in North Eastern Italy. A Serbian group has been alleged in aiding the Padania terrorists, and that this might be one of their supply trucks. A group of SWA Section 2 handlers and their cyborgs has been sent to investigate.
 
Once at the scene, the handlers secure 4 lines to the side of the cliff, sending it down to the truck. Near by, their support helicopter flies in circles around the area. Tammy/Bink, Marco/Angelica slide down the ropes to the truck below. It was precariously balanced on a small abutment that stuck out of the ledge; below them, another 1200ft of mountain cliff side and a rapids fill river. 500 yards across, another mountain side, more gradual sloped than the side they were on, covered in forest.
 
The driver and his passenger were already dead, so the stench of arriving at the scene caught everyone off guard. Being careful not to disturb the truck, the rear panel door was open. Tammy was sent inside to inventory while the others stood watch. The truck was lightly loaded, but its contents strewn about the place. Tammy took pictures and wrote down notes as she carefully stepped about inside.
 
Gunfire erupted from the distance, though the loud pings on the side of the truck told them who was their intended target.
 
Marco: TAMMY! TAKE COVER!
 
As Tammy tried to find a safe spot within the shipping container, the sound of automatic gunfire erupted from besides the truck. After a few seconds, silence.
 
Marco (calling on the 2-way radio): Check the mountain slope on the other side of us. There should be a couple of bodies that tried to shoot at us.
Tammy: Is everything clear out there?
Marco: Everything is clear!
 
Tammy slowly gets out of the truck, finding Bink and Angelica in firing positions, their weapons pointed to the other mountain side.
 
Tammy: I was told there was going to be no guns here!
Marco: Like it or nor, Tammy, its needed. And you just saw why!
Tammy: Bink! Put That Weapon Away!
 
Frustrated, Tammy gets out of the truck, putting her note pad into her pocket. Confused, Bink puts her machine gun away in her equipment bag, needing to fold it up to get it to fit inside. Marco takes a plastic box, flipping a switch on it.
 
Marco: You got the notes and pictures?
Tammy: Yes I do.
Marco: You two go ahead. Angelica and I need to do some demolition work here.
 
Tammy climbs up the side of the mountain, followed by Bink. Once on the roadway, they look down at the truck below, seeing Marco getting out of the truck, and then Marco and Angelica making their way up the cliff. They pack up their equipment once all 4 are on the road.
 
Marco: You absolutely sure you have everything?
Tammy: Yes I do.
Marco: Final call...
Tammy: YES!
 
Marco takes a smaller box from his pocket and presses a button. The truck below up with a loud explosion that echoes through the valley. Tammy walks away from the group, to the rendezvous point with the helicopter, talking to herself.
 
Tammy (to herself): I said 'No Guns'. I was told 'No Guns'. Then why the fluffy tail are there guns?!!
 
Bink and Angelica stay right behind Tammy as Marco approaches her from behind.
 
Marco: For self defense. Look Tammy... You may not agree with it, but we are dealing with dangerous people here who don’t give two acorns about your red hair or bushy tail. All they care about is making money by any illegal means and destroying anyone who gets in their way of doing that.
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Report: Truck Inventory, by Tammy Squirrel.
 
The contents of the truck, though lightly loaded, were (see attached photos):
4 boxes of assorted Chemistry Set Glassware
1 box of Chemistry Set hardware
4 tanks of flammable gas, Propane
8 cases of assorted weaponry
8 cases of assorted ammunition
2 cases of military grade explosives and triggering hardware
20 cases of rye bread.
 
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Annie Oakley
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Hey, I would like to be involved in this mission if at all possible. I know most of the main writers of this story know my character quite well *looks at Fernando, I won't get cough with the same thing this time..*
Just for the record I also have a working knowledge of Spanish, French, and sign language.
I can shoot and am fair at throwing knives. Also no one ever suspects me they think I look too innocent and "not the type to do something dangerous." How little people know me.
 
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Fernando
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Join in Annie...
It starts after the 4th historical post.
 
This way you have some knowledge of what’s going on.
 
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Charles_Roberts
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In Rome International Airport
 
Alex II and Triple X (Damian Storm) Heading to there contact near Northwest KLM International Airlines jet as they see there contact a 47 Year old Mouse who is the Inspector of the Rome Police Micaqueal Desanale
 
Micaqueal: Hello Alex II and Triple X I have been expecting you
 
Alex II: Thanks so frist Triple X need a car
 
Triple X: I do
 
Micqueal: We got one right now *Then a Ferrari 430 Scuderia came out but it was there Porto Type* "This Scuderia can go form 0-800 Miles Phr also got Rocket Boosters for Extream Speed, Missales, 40 Cabuler Machene guns, Change mode as it can change form a Regure Car, Police Car, Scerate Agent Car or any car you can change too with out the Bad Guys knowing also got Oil Slicks too just incase if some one chasing you behind also you be in Cop mode so that means you be portloing form Rome to Nami on E-35 and E-45 also also There is a Contact in Nami too.
 
Alex II: Right so X Can Drop me off in Nami but we need to Watch the SWA and Tammy too make sure they all right also Find out who want them killed
 
Triple-X: Great Free Form Jail now a Cop in Italy oh boy
 
Alex II: hay Better than Jail
 
Triple-X: Right
 
Micqueal: His name Commander Sam Hill of Nami Public and Safey
 
Alex II: Right
 
*Then they get in the Ferrari 430 Scuderia and Drove on E-35/45 to Nami about 120 Miles Phr also Transforming into Italy Police Car too*
 
Alex II: Oh One thing X Don’t let Tammy, Bink or SWA See you ok
 
Triple X: Got it
 
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Fernando
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@ Charles_Roberts: Starting a bit premature, Charles? :mrgreen:
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3 months ago: SWA Section 2 meeting.
 
Chief Lorenzo: This is the 100 case of illegal drug overdose thus far. It not matters who or where the drugs are coming from, it has to be stopped.
Jean: Research conducted by the Marco/Angelica and Tammy/Bink team shows there being a connection with the illegal Surbean gangs and Padania: Drugs and equipment for money and weapons.
Chief Lorenzo: I will put the order out; anyone found within the Padania/Surbean affiliation is to be eliminated by any means. LSD is a very powerful hallucinogen, be careful when dealing with these people.
Ferro: Chief... how would our cyborgs handle if they get exposed to LSD?
Chief Lorenzo: Ask Dr. Bianchi. I would not know how to answer this.
 
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Note: In case you did not know the potency of LSD/Ergot in liquid form- it reeks havoc with the nervous system and once in the brain, shorts out neurons. Once in the brain, the victim starts with sensory hallucinations; i.e.: smelling colours and seeing smells for example. Reality for them cease to exists, nothing is real anymore to them. Hence, in the late 1960's and early 1970's, there were a lot of KSD Suicides because the victim thought that s/he could fly- jumping out of roofs and windows to their deaths.
Worst- LSD/Ergot in liquid form is a type drug that gets absorbed by the skin, and the effects begin immediately (less then a second). Ergot in its raw solid form has to be eaten or (worst of the two) breathed in, with its effects starting within minutes after.
 
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WildIrishRose
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Why had she let him talk her into this??
 
"You still with us back there, Rosie?" *Hondo's voice comes through the headset she is wearing.*
 
*Rose's eyes are about as big as grapefruits and her face is white, but she manages to reply weakly into the microphone.* "Yeah, I'm good."
 
They are somewhere over the ocean headed straight for the USS Enterprise. Hondo and Annie decided to take the helicopter, and they had talked Rose into coming along. Now she is regretting it. Not that she is airsick by any means; she just really hates flying.
 
"I see it" *Annie's voice comes through the headset as she glances over the ocean. She and Hondo are in the front of the copter.*
 
*Rosie squeezes shut her eyes and her knuckles go white as the helicopter banks to land on the deck of the Enterprise. As the aircraft straightens out, she opens one eye to see the deck of the ship coming closer.*
 
*Captain RangerReady trots up to the helicopter as Hondo shuts off the engine* "You got here faster than I expected." *he says.*
 
"I was driving." *Hondo winks at RR, who smirks in reply.*
 
*Annie hops out with Rosie (who has already fully recovered) right behind her. They begin pulling out their equipment.*
 
"Ladies" *Charlie nods to the girls as their feet hit the deck.* "I'll put you three where you will be staying and then we'll see what we are supposed to do next" *The captain continues as he leads them away.*
 
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Jeanette Isabelle
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Three days after the 737BBJ explosion, two mice are seated beside each other at a table of sidewalk cafe. One, a female in her early thirties wearing sunglasses; the other, a gentleman approximately twenty years older. A suitcase is carefully placed between them and there are two extra seats at the table.
 
Anne Rossellini and her partner Franco approach the two mice in the outdoor cafe. The gentleman mouse motions to Anne and Franco to have a seat.
 
Anne expresses her concern to the other mice. "Meeting like this is hardly secure."
 
"No place is secure. From here, at least, it will be difficult for anyone to trail us once we leave." The lady mouse hands Anne and Franco a slip of paper, folded in half. "From here on out I will contact you either by pay phone or disposable cell phone. This is the protocol we will use. Memorize it."
 
Anne and Franco memorize the instructions and then hands it back to the female mouse who then slides the suitcase to Anne. "This will more than cover the costs. Wait for further instructions."
 
The lady mouse gets up, retrieves the instructions she had Anne and Franco memorize, and retreats to the ladies' room. She finds an empty stall, closes it behind her and takes a lighter to the written instructions. Once the flames got to the end, she lets go of it in the toilet and flushes the ash. She leaves the ladies' room, not returning to the other three. The gentleman mouse leaves in a different direction, Anne and Franco leave in a third direction.
 
By chance Alex II spots Anne and Franco from a distance. With their backs to them, Alex could not get a good look at the two whom Anne and Franco were with. As this is a chance encounter, Alex could not get surveillance on them. Alex II sees the female mouse leave for the ladies' room; does not see her leave.
 
Anne, Franco and the older gentleman mouse leave. Not having the man power to do so, Alex does not trail the gentleman mouse. Instead, Alex approaches the waiter who served them to inquire of them.
 
"I have seen the young, red-headed mouse (Anne) with the mouse with the goatee (Franco)," the waiter answered, "I have also seen the older mouse; I have never seen the fourth mouse before."
 
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Fernando
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3 days after the phone call:
 
A blind squirrel stands besides Tammy's bed in silence. Next to her bed, was Bink's. They both lay there in a light coma, more asleep than anything else. Looking over their charts, the fingers runs over the page, feeling for every bump on the page, picking up more information than if one actually reading it.
 
"Hmmm... Lysergic Acid traces found. That would explain everything. Good think I came prepared..."
 
The Blind Squirrel listens to his surroundings carefully as he reaches into his pocket. With nobody paying attention to their room, the squirrel slips something into his sleeve from his pocket. He then leans over to Tammy, almost covering her with his body, and gives her a kiss on the furthest earn needing to reach over Tammy. In the process, something slips out of the sleeve and into the palm. A cap is popped opened and a needle jabbed to the side of the neck, a liquid inside in injected into the blood stream. Tammy inhales deeply as the needle is pulled out. The needle is recapped and put back in the pocket, and another taken out and slipped into the sleeve. He then goes over Bink and does the same thing with another needle. She responds the same way.
 
"Sleep well my princesses"
 
The Blind Squirrel leaves the room, walking to the ward reception area.
 
"Excuse me, but do you believe in miracles?"
"We can only hope, now can we..."
"Expect 2 in the morning then."
"Oh?"
"I will return for it to happen."
 
The Blind Squirrel leaves the ward, and then down to the hospital parking lot to a Black Porsche 928GTL. Along the way two objects are gingerly tossed into a trash can. The label of one of them can be seen: Thorazine Pen- 1200mg dose.
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16 hours later, Tammy wakes up, though to her the world seems slow and dulled, and a throbbing headache that seems not to go away.
 
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Jeanette Isabelle
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A red-headed mouse in a candy striper uniform politely knocks on Tammy and Bink's door. There is no answer so she comes in, carrying herself well.
 
"Oh, you're awake." Observed the candy striper. "I am one of the student volunteers. How are we feeling this morning?"
 
"Other than having a debilitating headache?" Tammy answered. "What happened anyway? Why are we here?"
 
"You were in a hit and run from what I was told. Your car ended up in Lake Nemi."
 
"My Alpha Romero got wrecked?"
 
"A car can be replaced. You and your sister are still alive. That is what matters. 'A grain of wheat must fall to the ground before it can do any good. New life springs from fallen grain.'"
 
"What about a grain of wheat?" Tammy asked.
 
"It's something a wise girl your sister's age once said."
 
"A grain of wheat." Bink knew she heard that before; she was not thinking clearly at the moment.
 
The candy striper then turns to Bink, "You're still playing the violin, I hope."
 
"I still practice. . . . Wait, how did you know. . . ." Bink asked.
 
"The last time I saw you, you were carrying an Amati violin case. . . . You were walking down the steps of Place D'Espagne with a nice looking gentleman. You were wearing a red coat and designer perfume. You had an ice cream cone in one hand, an Amati violin case in the other and you happed to bump into me."
 
When the candy striper mentioned the nice looking gentleman, Bink lowered her eyes.
 
"Did I say something wrong?" The candy striper asked.
 
"No, that's all right." Bink remembers the incident; does not recognize the candy striper. "That was about a year ago. How would you recognize me from a chance encounter?"
 
"Your Amati violin case stood out in my mind." The mouse answered.
 
"You seem to know about violins." Tammy observed.
 
"I too play the violin."
 
Tammy sniffs the air. "Speaking of designer perfume," Tammy says to the mouse, "you have expensive tastes as well."
 
The candy striper complimented Tammy. "You are certainly observant. I will note you two are suffering from headaches. Anything else?"
 
"That's it." Tammy answered.
 
The candy striper leaves Tammy and Bink's room and reports to the nurse's station that Tammy and Bink are awake and that they have a headache. The candy striper leaves the nurse's station and gets out her cell phone. "I've just made contact."
 
"Acknowledged." The male voice on the other end responds.
 
The red-headed mouse hangs up her cell phone.
 
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Hondo I. Sackett
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Ships were not Hondo's thing, and he knew it would take way to long to get there as it Fernando would be there the next day and Hondo planned to be there and ready to lend a hand. So after the ship got underway, Hondo broke that old warbird out of mothballs. He loaded it up with supplies and had the crew prep it for flight. While the crew was busy Hondo talked with the navigations and communications officers and got a map that showed a small abandoned air field close to the hospital. Hondo had been keepin' in contact with Marco and the Girls ever since they had returned to their base. So He asked the communications officer for a line to their base. it was put through right away and Hondo had no trouble gettin' Marco on the line. After the usual greetin's, some small talk and a detailed explination of a visit and some important business, Marco agreed to git an old pick-up with a few upgrades dropped off at the airfield for Hondo. Hondo told Marco he would be seein' him and the girls soon, but there was a few things he had to find out first, so he would be in touch. Hondo said he'd Talk at him later and they cut the connection. by this time the bird was prepped and ready.
 
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Fernando
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The Blind Squirrel walks into Tammy and Bink's semi-private room. Quietly, he walks over to Tammy's bed.
 
Blind Squirrel: Hello Tammy. Good to 'see' you and Bink awake again.
Tammy: Huh? Fernando!
 
Tammy reaches over to hug him.
 
Fernando: Do you mind... there people watching.
Tammy: So?
 
Fernando manages to pull himself from the red headed squirrel turned octopus and keeps his distance.
 
Fernando: You know why you are here?
Tammy: Some candy striper told me that I was in a car accident and they pulled us out of a lake?
Fernando: Tammy... listen up. Who ever that was, that was no candy striper. Candy strippers are not supposed to know why you are here or how you got here.
Tammy: They're not?
Fernando: No Tammy. Candy stripers are supposed to give help as volunteers. They have no access to your records.
Tammy: Funny... she seemed to know everything.
Fernando: Tammy. Listen up girl. I know your world right now is a bit slow. That’s the medication I gave you late yesterday.
Tammy: You gave me medicine?
Fernando: Yes, Tammy- I gave you and Bink medication to counteract the poisons you two were exposed. Look, Tammy. People seem to want you dead for some reason.
Tammy: Huh?
Fernando: Look Tammy... go to sleep. I'll give you another shot before I leave, and you should be better tomarrow. Just prepare to eat salty foods and drink a lot of water.
Tammy: Will you be back?
Fernando: Of course.
 
Fernando listens to his surroundings carefully as he reaches into his pocket. With nobody paying attention to their room, he slips a Thorazine Pen into his sleeve from his pocket, and leans over to Tammy, almost covering her with his body. He gives her a kiss on the furthest earn needing to reach over her. In the process, it slips out of his sleeve and into his palm. A cap is popped opened and a needle jabbed to the side of her neck, a liquid Thorazine solution inside in injected into her blood stream. Tammy inhales deeply as the needle is pulled out.
 
Fernando: Sorry if that hurt. You just rest and I'll see you tomarrow.
 
Fernando goes to Bink's bed, the needle is recapped on the first pen and put back in the pocket, another taken out and slipped into the sleeve, and does the same thing with another needle. She responds the same way.
 
In a just a few seconds, they were both sleeping soundly. Fernando recaps the second pen and pockets it. He takes a seat and sits in between the two beds for the time being. With nothing to do, he just spends much of the morning away. A doctor enters the room.
 
Doctor: Hello... Are you who I think you are?
Fernando: Hello Dr. Bianchi. Its been a while, hasn't it?.
Dr. Bianchi: What brings you here?
Fernando: I received a phone call about her accident and I took the next 747 to Rome. How about you?
Dr. Bianchi: I'm here for Bink. You know why.
Fernando: That’s easy to understand. Look. Before she went to sleep, Tammy told me about a candy striper who told her that she was in a car accident and that is why she is here...
Dr. Bianchi: Say no more. I'll call the chief and let him know that we'll need a security team here for her.
Fernando:
Dr. Bianchi: Hmmm... They are both asleep again?
Fernando: That’s my fault.
Dr. Bianchi: How so?
 
Fernando reaches into his pocket and pulls out one of the empty Thorazine pens and hands it to Dr. Bianchi.
 
Dr. Bianchi: You gave them this?
Fernando: For Lysergic Acid poisoning- its one of the few things that actually works.
Dr. Bianchi: But its an ancient cure.
Fernando: It works. And in checking with their records, nothing was given to help them with the poison in their system. They should be fine tomarrow.
Dr. Bianchi: I'll take your word for it. But I'll hold you responsible if anything goes wrong.
Fernando: They will need a couple of days to recover from the Thorazine, but they will be LSD Free.
Dr. Bianchi: And how do you know about this?
Fernando: Lets say I have a multi-facetted past.
Dr. Bianchi: I see. I'll be back to make that phone call. You going to stay a while?
Fernando: Until you return.
 
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Midnight Man
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A new message arrives on Midnight's PDA. This time, it comes from the RAS. The message tells him they have organized a flight to Italy for him. To be more precise, he and an RAS agent will disguise as pilots and transfer a plane to Malpensa airport. Intelligence found out that his disguise as a commercial pilot is still safe. From there on, things will be taken care of by the RAS in agreement with the team from the first mission.
 
Only a few hours later, Midnight sits on the pilot's seat of an Airbus A330-300 in the colors of a smaller Italian airline.
 
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Hondo I. Sackett
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Hondo departed latter that day and flew through the night and most the next day. The long range system worked great as did the NOS, but Hondo saved that in case they needed it later. Hondo now understood Midnights love for the old warbirds. Fernando had beat Hondo there by almost a day, but for now that was alright. Hondo landed the evenin' of the 3rd day after the wreck. He unloaded his gear into the waitin' pick-up Marco had left for him, and took a couple hour nap.
Hondo left early the next mornin' and drove out to the hospital to see Tammy, Bink, and to meet up with Fernando. Fernando once again beat him there. Hondo took his time gettin' to the room. He tried to go undetected and scope out security at the same time. Hondo found the girls room and heard a doctor and Fernando talkin'. Hondo went on down the hall and waited out of sight. After the doctor left Hondo came out of hidin' and entered the room silently. Fernando had his back turned, but they had spent enough time together that Hondo knew Fernando knew he was there.
 
"Have any troubles getting in?" Fernando ask with his back still turned.
"Nope. pretty smooth. The others should arrive in a few days. Midnight should beat them in, but by how much I don't know." Hondo said.
" 'k." Fernando said.
"They doin' alright?" Hondo asked.
"Since I got here when I did, they are now." Fernando said as he help up one of the empty Thorazine pen and tapped it. Hondo just nodded his understandin'.
"We need to get them out of here. The security is worse here then the one we blew up last time." Hondo said.
"We didn't blow it up." Fernando said.
"well, didn't help it any. the Hotel was definitely worse." Hondo said.
"True. and yes we do need to get them out of here, but we need to wait one more day. let them rest a little more. there was someone in here disguised as a candy striper and they knew to much." Fernando said.
"we'll have ta keep a watch then, eh?" Hondo asked.
 
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Charles_Roberts
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On E-45 Near Nami Triple X was looking for Speeder also Drug Trafacers too then he saw a Red Car was Serving on the Road also see a guy Took about 40 Grams of LDS "This is Triple x A Guy on LSD 40 Grams I am Apperhand him now *Then he pull out turn on the Sireners as he began to chase the guy but the guy wont' stop then he raido for Back up "Ok This guy won't stop Set up a Road block on SS3ter
 
Radio Dispach: Right
 
*Then A Road Block came as They stop They made the Arested on the Driver also took 40 Pounds of LDS with them
 
*
Alex II Was driving around then he saw a Candy Striper "What she doing at the hospitbal? Following her *THen he look at her hair "Hay I See her before when I Bump into her Better Call Nando *Then Calling Fernando* "Hay Fernando Rember that Candy Striper that enter the Hospitbal well She is the same one I saw while I was walking also I bump into her as she didn't see me so she could be the same one
 
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RangerReady23
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"Engine room to bridge."
 
"Go ahead."
 
"Engines're purrin' smoother than Fat Cat on a quick heist. We're ready to up the power."
 
*From the center seat, RangerReady looks out the forward viewing window at the sea, rolling gently as the old lady of war cut quickly through the waves.*
 
"How is the structural support?"
 
*The helmsman checks his gauges, looking back with an approving nod.*
 
"I'm showing green across the board, Captain. The new hull plating is holding."
 
"Good...good! Because we definitely don't want to be left out of the festivities. Engine room...you are clear to proceed. Take us to 36 knots."
 
"Aye-aye, sir!"
 
*Below, a rumble builds out of the bowels of the great ship, as the new engines hum into a higher stroke, pounding against the waters with irresistible force. The Enterprise shoots ahead with a renewed burst of speed, the sea passing by ever more quickly.*
 
"Engines show green, sir. We are condition one."
 
"Thank you, Lieutenant. Rosie...you remember where everything is, I'm sure."
 
*At the radar/sciences console, Rose plies the controls expertly, keeping her eyes fixed on the beeping blue screen just to her left.*
 
"I took a refresher a month or two ago. Somehow, I didn't think the old girl would stay in port that long!"
 
"Neither did I. How do squirrels get into so many messes?"
 
"Search me. I'm just glad this is going to be a bit more normal cruise. You remember the last time!"
 
*RR nods, scanning the computer screens for readings of the surrounding area.*
 
"Don't remind me. I still wake up at night sometimes, half expecting to see Donnelly lunging out of a shadow."
 
*Rosie shudders for a moment, tapping a few buttons lightly as the screen cycles.*
 
"At least we don't have to worry about that. They still have his exoskeleton in that clean room at Johns Hopkins, don't they?"
 
"The last I knew. With a contingent of military guards sitting on top of it like a hen on eggs."
 
*She chuckles at the metaphor, glancing back at the slightly rugged, but jovial mouse commander.*
 
"You and I have some strange adventures, my friend."
 
"You're telling me? You haven't seen anything yet...go back and read that volume of my logs that I published. The Acorn Cafe Adventures, I think I called it." (shameless plug)
 
"I guess that's life, at the Cafe. Always exciting!"
 
"True. You know what DOS always says...life's an adventure!"
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Johns Hopkins University...Department of Cybernetic Research...
 
"Evenin' Frank...all quiet?"
 
"Quiet as the grave. Like usual."
 
*The younger guard flinches, glancing around quickly.*
 
"Man, I wish you wouldn't say that, with some of the stuff they do here. It creeps me out!"
 
"What're you worried about, RoboCop in there? They ain't even seen a power spike outta him in months."
 
"Doesn't mean he's not in there. At least keep your gun ready, for cryin' out loud!"
 
*Sighing, Frank cocks his rifle, placing it back over his shoulder.*
 
"There ya go, kid. Happy?"
 
"Much. What's for dinner?"
 
"Thinkin' about sendin' out to Domino's. They got a new cheese supreme you won't believe!"
 
*As the two converse about their mealtime options, a thin, red beam of light shines out of the thickly plated, safety glass window. Panning first left, then right, it scans the surrounding hallway, resting for a moment on the backs of the two guards.*
 
"Good. Just the calibre of 'protection' that I expected, from these doddering fools."
 
*A thin, snaking sheaf of metal slides into the doorjamb, working it's way around the complicated tumblers and security scanners, deactivating all carefully as it goes.*
 
"They obviously never read my Academy text, on constant vigilence!"
 
*Frank stiffens suddenly, glancing around.*
 
"Yo, kid...didja hear somethin'? Sorta like somebody...whisperin'."
 
"Now who's the worrier? C'mon, call in the pizza, I'm starving!"
 
*Shrugging, the older mole keys in the phone number, waiting as the dial tone rings through to connection.*
 
"Domino's Pizza, how may I he--fsshshkkkkttt..."
 
"What the Hell? Sounds like somebody let a load a' bees loose in the line," he grumbled, rattling a finger in his ear. "Hey Junior, go get maintenance, willya?"
 
"Uhh...Frank..."
 
"What?"
 
*The other guard points behind him, trembling."
 
"Kid, you're gettin' on my nerves with this worrywart business, now willya just--"
 
*A sudden explosion of sound flattens the two to the floor, as a section of wall just down the hallway explodes outward. A screeching, grating pile of what appears to be scrap metal rolls forward out of the ruined laboratory...rolling, taking shape, and eventually standing...until it finally resembles the wrecked form of a mouse. The guards raise their rifles, but miss their mark as the thing surges forth, bursting through an emergency exit with enough force to rend the door out of it's frame. As the two fire after it, shaking in their highly polished boots, a voice echoes out into the surrounding trees.*
 
"Vengeance!!!"
 
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The Enterprise and the Texas moved through the oceans approaching Italy, both of them making no secret of their positions, both far enough from other ships that no-one would notice, both with their exact position locatable on satellite imagery for anyone who wants to look...
 
Really, it was just a matter of choosing.
 
On the deck of the Texas, the AI's bat projection appears out of nowhere. (Well, technically a few metres above the deck, in flight, so that it could be sure it didn't project in someone's way, or worse, in the same space as someone).
 
The first thing it did was seek out Captain Eddie, asking if there was any news; anywhere where an AI that did not sleep could be useful.
 
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Fernando
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Fernando: The thing I hate Hondo, is having to do somebody else's dirty work, you know?
Hondo: How so?
Fernando: Here we are, protecting one of our own because those who trained her did not push her hard enough to understand the danger of her work. But at least, this job would have been safer than having her home.
Hondo: You still think that the CIA would kill her for Bink?
Fernando: The CIA, FBI, NSA, OSI, and everyone else in the alphabet soup of government agencies. That does not include other governments, as I hear the Germans are more advance in their cyborg technology but would love to see how Bink was made. The French, British and Russians too. Then there is the Israelis and the Arabs... think about it- how much would you sell Bink for if you had the opportunity?
Hondo: I would not go there.
Fernando: Neither would I, but it shows that for the right 8-figure price, small to most world governments and terrorist organizations, Tammy's life is not worth a spent acorn when compared to Bink. That is why I could not have her come back home.
Hondo: Sort of like letting your child go so she could grow up into the adult world, eh?
Fernando: You could say that.
Hondo: How long are you going to stay here?
Fernando: I'm waiting for Dr. Bianchi to return. Then... well... there is a place I know from my last visit here, makes a great Italian Ham & Egg scramble.
Hondo: Last visit here? I noticed you have not been around your tree since the end of the mission.
Fernando: Since the CIA thinks I'm dead, I'm living the life of an independent agent right now... something I did in my younger years. Nice pay, but my home is nothing more than rented hotel rooms. I did get a '95 Porsche 928GTL as a ride.
Hondo: Hmmm... I'll stick with my pick up.
Fernando: I know you would.
 
Dr. Bianchi enters the room.
 
Fernando: Dr. Bianchi, you remember Hondo, my heli-pilot, right?
 
Dr. Bianchi extends his hand to shake Hondo's hand.
 
Dr. Bianchi: I do indeed. What brings you here?
 
Before Hondo can speak, Fernando does.
 
Fernando: All the rangers are coming over, Since Tammy is one of our own, we help each other out. Just consider us as an extension of Section 2.
Dr. Bianchi: Sort of like Section 2 and a 1/2.
Fernando: Yeah. You made the phone calls?
Dr. Bianchi: I did. The chief will have a security team from Rome here in about an hour.
Fernando: Good. I'm starving, and I would like to try the Coppola's breakfast special.
Dr. Bianchi: We can have them deliver for you if you like.
Fernando: Considering the state of affairs, I would not trust my Chinese laundry to deliver my shirts.
Dr. Bianchi: I understand. I have to go, but somebody will be here to take over soon.
Fernando: I hope they hurry up.
 
Dr. Bianchi leaves.
 
Fernando: Well Hondo?
Hondo: I don’t trust him.
Fernando: Neither do I, but we have to deal with it.
Hondo: You can go get some of that ham and egg fixings, I can wait here until you return.
Fernando: I rather not. I have a lot of information to give you, and its best to do it where most would least expect it.
Hondo: I see.
 
Hondo pulls a chair and sits on it.
 
Hondo: We will just have to wait then.
 
Fernando's cellphone rings.
 
Fernando: I see. Thanks for the information.
 
Fernando hangs up the phone.
 
Hondo: Who was that?
Fernando: Looks like Alex II and Triple X are cleaning up around the area. Good that they are here.
Hondo: Yeah- the more, the merrier.
Fernando: Well... (yawns) if you don’t mind, I'm going play Snow White and the 7 dwarves and be Sleepy for a while.
Hondo: Do as you must. I'll have my eyes opened.
Fernando: Thanks.
 
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Jeanette Isabelle
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Later that day, on the ground floor of the hospital, a candy striper pushes the elevator button going up. Dr. Bianchi approaches the candy striper. He too waits for the elevator. A second candy striper, a red headed mouse, approaches the elevator and quietly greets the doctor and the hospital volunteer. The elevator door opens, they get in, Dr. Bianchi pushes the button for the third floor and the door closes. The red headed candy striper asks the first one, "Do you know what is with the security detail for one of the rooms on the third floor? I was with the two patients in the room this morning and they didn't come across as needing security."
 
"No." The first candy striper answered.
 
On the third floor the elevator door opens, the red headed candy striper exits the elevator followed by Dr. Bianchi. "Miss." Dr. Bianchi says to the red head.
 
The volunteer turns around and reads Dr. Bianchi's name tag. "Yes, Dr. Bianchi?"
 
"Did I hear you right? You were in the room with Tammy and Bink Squirrel this morning?"
 
"That is correct."
 
"Did you tell Tammy Squirrel how she ended up in the hospital?"
 
"Yes I did."
 
Dr. Bianchi's tone changes. "You are aware that hospital volunteers have no access to patients' records. . . ."
 
"Hold it, Dr. Bianchi. I did not find out from their hospital records. I heard by word of mouth. Word gets around. Besides, I have met Bink Squirrel before and I specifically wanted to see her, you know, find out how she's been doing since the last time I've seen her."
 
"Oh, you've met Miss Squirrel before?"
 
"Oh, yes. She was with this tall, really cute mouse with short black hair."
 
"And where was this?"
 
"In Rome."
 
Dr. Bianchi was taken back by what candy striper just said. "Oh, I see. Even if you hear rumors keep them to your self. You cannot idly discuss personal information."
 
"You're right, Dr. Bianchi, I'll try not to make the same mistake twice."
 
Dr. Bianchi could not tell if the candy striper was telling the truth or not. Her story of this being nothing more than a slip up and a curiosity of how Bink is doing is certainly plausible; he cannot afford to take a chance. "Miss. Could you please come with me?"
 
"Where to?" She asked.
 
"Tammy and Bink's room."
 
Dr. Bianchi and the candy striper arrive in front of Tammy and Bink's room where there are two guards. One on each side of the door. Dr. Bianchi says to the candy striper, "Please wait here as I go in. This won't take long." He then says to the guards, "Keep an eye on her. Make sure she does not run off."
 
Sounding a bit miffed, the mouse asks Dr. Bianchi, "What's this all about anyway?"
 
Dr. Bianchi does not answer as he goes in the room and closes the door.
 
"Do you know what's going on?" She asked the guards. The guards do not answer. The red headed mouse pouts.
 
Inside the room, Dr. Bianchi says to Fernando, "There is a teenage candy striper outside the door who claims she is the one who told Tammy why she was in the hospital and how she found out through a rumor rather than personal records. She also claims she has met Bink and a mouse fitting Jose's description and had wanted to see how Bink was doing. I couldn't tell if she was telling me the truth or not."
 
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Jeanette Isabelle
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Outside of Bink and Tammy's room, in close proximity to the guards, the candy striper's cell phone goes off. She answers it and the voice on the line says, "We are at plan B."
 
With the guards in listening range, the candy striper stays in character. "Sure thing. Talk to you later."
 
The red headed mouse, who is crazy like a fox, waits to talk with Fernando alone.
 
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"Eddie?" says the AI bat. "Do you mind if I borrow one of your planes for a while?"
 
Eddie weighs up the chances of finding some way to prevent Protocol 7 projections from getting onto the bridge when they are not supposed to.
 
"Those planes are government property." he points out. "Besides, you can fly already. Why do you need a plane?"
 
"Because I want to be inconspicuous."
 
Eddie stared. Inconspicuous? In an air force plane?
 
"And appearing out of nowhere in any part of Rome is unlikely to be inconspicuous." continues the AI. "It would be far less conspicuous to land at an airport and enter via more normal channels."
 
"Have you got a passport?" asked Eddie.
 
"No. Is that necessary?"
 
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Fernando
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OCC: Now to fix it Hondo's and Jeanette's post; they need to be stitched together.
 
Fernando: Now that is a tune I have not heard in a very long time. Annie Rossellini I presume?
Annie: I was getting worried that you were not going to show up. Revenge for me standing you up at Pierre's of Madison?
Fernando: We were, how can I say, distracted from our path. You want to join us for breakfast?
Annie: Thank you for the offer.
 
They walk to the restaurant door. Fernando opens the door for Annie, and follows her in. He holds the door for Hondo who follows behind. The waiting staff takes them to a table at the rear, set for 4. The 4th setting is removed, making it for three. Fernando orders the Mizzmila's Italian Scramble, with mozzarella, and recommends a Basil Frittata to Hondo. 'Its your basic cheese omelet, order it with italian ham.' Annie orders Spinach Ricotta Frittata, with everyone ordering coffee. While they wait for their meal, they have a conversation.
 
Annie: What is an American General like you doing in Italy?
Fernando: I'm retired now.
Annie: Retired?
Fernando: Eyesight is failing, as well as other things. So before I make a wrong decision because of my failing health, I figure I would leave before it happens and go out to see the world. How thing are with you?
 
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Jeanette Isabelle
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Anne drops the dumb teen act. "The Republican Faction has the man who ran Tammy and Bink off the road and wants to hand him over to you."
 
"Why is a home-grown terrorist group suddenly interested in Tammy's wellbeing?" Fernando asked.
 
"For once we have something in common."
 
"I doubt it and who is this 'we' you're talking about?"
 
"I know you are not an American general and you know whom I actually work for."
 
"You are showing a lot of trust by revealing this in front of Hondo."
 
"You would have revealed this to him anyway." Anne replied. "You already know the RF started as a grass-roots campaign to fight government corruption. What you may not know is it lost sight of it's objective as it got bigger. You helped in getting rid of some bad apples. The now smaller militia group is a little more focused on its objective."
 
"A terrorist group by any other name. . . . What is this all about?" Fernando asked.
 
"We too want to eliminate the LSD traffickers."
 
"There is something in that tone of yours. What is it?"
 
"It should not come as a surprise to you that I despise the SWA." Anne leaned closer to Fernando. "They should have been on that jet six months ago." Anne resumes her previous position. "Tammy is almost as much of a threat to herself as those who are after her. Unless she gets serious, she is no safer here in Italy than she would if she were in America."
 
"This is not about Tammy. Tell me about the LSD traffickers. You said you have the man who ran Tammy and Bink off the road."
 
"If you want to get the LSD traffickers, you need to get some information from this guy."
 
"You didn't go through all this trouble just for that."
 
"That and convince you to take Tammy and Bink back to America where they would be in no greater danger than they are here."
 
"So there will be one less fratello."
 
"Some of us, such as myself, despise the SWA for the same reason you once did."
 
"And you wish to close down the SWA by any means at your disposal."
 
"Yes and without harming the girls in the process. Stopping the LSD traffickers take priority."
 
"With the corrupt politicians dealt with, this is your new cause. Where is this guy?"
 
Anne hands Fernando a piece of paper with a set of GPS coordinates. "You will find him tied up in the woods. You may want to do something soon. He will be a little hungry and thirsty when you find him."
 
"How do we know you are not using this supposed suspect as bait to trap us?"
 
"What do you want?"
 
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Fernando
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Fernando: How much do you know about the girls in the SWA? If you can answer that in a manner that I am looking for, and I will tell you why Tammy and Bink can not return to America.
 
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Midnight Man
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Malpensa Airport, Milan, Italy, late afternoon.
 
Midnight has just left the plane from the transfer flight together with the other "replacement pilot" who in fact belongs to the RAS when he receives a mail on his PDA. He is told that someone is waiting for him in a nearby parking garage, and where exactly that "someone" is waiting. Although he knows or at least is sure that nobody outside his team knows that secret mail address of his, he expects an ambush and hesitates to go until the other mouse says, "Come on, let's go, they won't wait for long." So he does, still preparing himself mentally for being trapped without a weapon.
 
In the garage which is outside the airport's security zone, at the location mentioned in the mail, he meets four mice dressed formally, three males and one female. They are standing in front of a white Fiat Ducato van parked with the front to the wall.
 
"Mr. Viscount," the female says, "also known as Midnight."
 
"The same," Midnight replies. "And you happen to be..."
 
"Friends," one of the males states.
 
"'Friends' can mean a lot, from real friendship to a lousy disguise for the opposite."
 
"'The Rangers sent us.' Is that sufficient as a password?" the same male asks.
 
"I'm still careful, but for now, I accept it. So why are you here, and why am I here?"
 
"Your equipment," another male mouse says. "You couldn't take much with you disguised as a commercial pilot. So we have to provide you with what you need right here." He hands Midnight a black leather briefcase which appears to be quite stuffed.
 
"Of course, you also need a transport to be more mobile on this mission," he adds and motions to the car parked next to the van, a black Lancia Delta Evoluzione. "Don't worry about the rumors that these cars are unreliable, it's overhauled thoroughly and equipped with a tuned rally engine. 500 hp, four wheel drive, it goes like Hell and handles like heaven."
 
"That's all nice and all," Midnight says, "but I don't have a driver's license."
 
"You're carrying so many faked ID cards, passports, and such, so a faked license or two will certainly not be too much," the first male speaks and hands him the documents.
 
"What I mean is I've never driven a car. Besides, I'm more comfortable with two wheels, despite never having ridden a motorcycle either."
 
"You mean you could rather get used to riding a motorcycle than to driving an automobile?" the female asks, and Midnight nods.
 
"Then have a look at this." She opens the van's rear doors. In the back of the Ducato is a... Ducati. A black Ducati Monster 900 held upright by straps. The straps are removed, a ramp is put in place, and the bike is pushed out of the van. Midnight receives another set of licenses and the keys. "Is this one okay for you, or are you more into BMW boxers?"
 
"Hey, having a German origin doesn't mean preferring German bikes. Yes, it's perfectly okay for me."
 
"Start it up and see if it suits you. You may still give it back if it doesn't."
 
Midnight swings himself onto the motorcycle, inserts the key, and starts up the engine. The deep thunder of the Desmo V-2 mill reverberates in the garage. Technically, he knows how to handle it, where gas, brakes, clutch, and shifting are, but he has no practice. But there's no way back. He puts in the first gear and rides all the way through the garage, turns, and comes back, this time moving a bit faster.
 
"I think my Italian is improving," he jokes, "for I understand this bike better and better." He turns around again, lets the bike roll slowly, stands up on the footrests, and cranks up the throttle, producing a burnout on the concrete floor. He sits down, speeds down the way, and performs a sliding U-turn, proving that he can estimate how the bike will react in which situation. As he returns again, he thinks about trying a stoppie for a moment, but he doesn't do one.
 
"You like it, huh?" the female asks.
 
"Definitely," Midnight responds.
 
"Fabio, register the bike on his name. It's his now."
 
One of the male mice sits down in the van, takes a laptop computer and starts to click and type away. "Online registration," he says. "Not quite legal, but no-one actually cares. Welcome to 21st century's Italy."
 
"You arrived early," the female speaks on, "since you came here by jet plane. You're not expected before tomorrow, so you might use the rest of the day to get familiar with the bike. Your hotels are booked, one here in Milan for tonight, one in Rome for as long as you need. You will find a road map and check-in cards in the briefcase. Your baggage will be taken care of."
 
Soon after, the group dissolves. Fabio takes the van and brings the other fake pilot to the local RAS headquarters, and the other three mice take the Lancia and follow Midnight who, dressed in black leather and wearing a matching black helmet now, rides the black Ducati through Milan and the surrounding countryside. When he arrives at his hotel, it is already dark, because he insisted in practicing in the darkness, sometimes even with the headlight turned off.
 
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Severe Weather Eddie wrote:
"I suppose you can stay with us until we get to Rome," Eddie replied.
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"Thank you, Captain."
 
The bat goes to the quarters provided, finds something to hang upside-down from, and... does absolutely nothing, as far as anyone can see.
 
In the meantime, something starts searching through news websites throughout Italy, correlating, keeping track, predicting movements; and not just news websites, either, but servers across the country...
 
It breaks all too easily into Tammy's hospital records. After taking a copy of the information it's after, it quietly reinforces the hospital's digital defenses, leaving itself only one small, carefully-hidden, password-protected hole (in case it needs to return later) in the digital equivalent of a steel-reinforced wall that it places around the hospital's servers.
 
Severe Weather Eddie wrote:
OOC: Sorry, CCC, no taking over the Teas. I also doubt that the San Jacinto's computer would be able to handle Protocol 7, even if she is an AEGIS cruiser. Though I don't know the specifics about the AEGIS computer system. I shall research them. Eventually.
 
 
(If I can't take over the Teas, does that leave the [i]Texas[i] open? :d-wink: )
 
Severe Weather Eddie wrote:
(CCC, don't worry, you can probably catch a train into Rome itself. Or something.)
 
 
(I could have fun with that.)
 
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Fernando wrote:
Fernando: How much do you know about the girls in the SWA? If you can answer that in a manner that I am lookin for, and I will tell you why Tammy and Bink can not return to America.
 
Anne was short with her answer. "I know they were given nothing but a mechanical body, a handful of bullets and a life too short to enjoy. If you are asking for something more personal, Angelica's favorite book is The Prince of the Kingdom of Pasta. At the Chinese restaurant where we ran into each other more than six months ago, you compared the SWA to a pimp who abducts children and forces them into adult services. Tell me, what has changed since then outside the fact the SWA is now going after LSD traffickers?"
 
"You believe that only adults, who happen to be better trained than Tammy, should go after these traffickers?" Fernando asked.
 
"As a matter of fact, I do."
 
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CCC wrote:
 Severe Weather Eddie wrote:
 (CCC, don't worry, you can probably catch a train into Rome itself. Or something.)
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(I could have fun with that.)
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Now, now CCC. If you catch a train, you will need to return it from the nice people you took it from...
 
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Jeanette Isabelle wrote:
 Fernando wrote:
 Fernando: How much do you know about the girls in the SWA? If you can answer that in a manner that I am lookin for, and I will tell you why Tammy and Bink can not return to America.
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Anne was short with her answer. "I know they were given nothing but a mechanical body, a handful of bullets and a life too short to enjoy. If you are asking for something more personal, Angelica's favorite book is The Prince of the Kingdom of Pasta. At the Chinese restaurant where we ran into each other more than six months ago, you compared the SWA to a pimp who abducts children and forces them into adult services. Tell me, what has changed since then outside the fact the SWA is now going after LSD traffickers?"
 
"You believe that only adults, who happen to be better trained than Tammy, should go after these traffickers?" Fernando asked.
 
"As a matter of fact, I do."
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Fernando: Do you value Tammy's life?
 
Annie: To an extent, yes. It is really Bink who I am concerned about . . . rather all the girls in the SWA. I value Tammy's life in the sense she is the only family Bink has left.
 
Fernando: In the land of America, where people sip from the bowl of Agency Alphabet Soup, many would want to pay big bucks to get their hands on Bink. And I'm not talking about millions of dollars, but tens of millions of dollars. For that reason alone, the Rangers can no longer protect Tammy's life if she were to return with Bink. And I thought about taking on the other girls as well as Bink, but realized that no one would who care for them be safe, because the care givers to these girls would be targeted for elimination and the girls captured for what ever evil schemes there maybe. I would rather have the SWA give something to Tammy that we Rescue Rangers can not give: protection and training to protect herself.
 
Anne: Could you do me a favor. Keep Tammy in the SWA compound until she takes her job and her training serious.
 
Fernando: That depends on them, I can only give a recommendation and have a long talk with her. She already went through 6 months of training.
 
Anne: In that case, Tammy is no more safe here than what she would be in America. Furthermore, her inability to take her job seriously is putting Bink's life on the line as well.
 
Fernando: She is safer here, because I would rather have her die on the job fighting than having some organized group break into her house to kill her and kidnap Bink while she sleeps.
 
Anne does not respond. She knows the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
 
Fernando: I would rather have her die with a commendation and a medal than to be a dot on some government statistics chart.
 
Hondo: We get the point already.
 
Fernando: In short, Tammy Needs To Grow Up.
 
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After a bit of silence and a few bites out of their meals, Fernando adds the following:
 
Fernando: I don’t know if you see it on a global scale, Annie, but these girls are worth tens of millions of dollars to anyone who can get their hands on them. Every technologically advanced nation; the Germans, Americans, British, French, Italian and Japanese have their own cyborg warrior program going on. Each one is willing to steal the other's technology to see at what level they are on. Furthermore other less technologically advanced nations, and large organized groups would pay double to have them and put them into their forced labor or military camps or worst- dissect and implement the technologies onto others. The seriousness of this nature supercedes the drug and political crisis everyone here has their heads spinning about. As far as I am concerned- this left wing/right wing bull is for the birds!
 
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*walks through the room wearing all his CDRR memorabilia, trying to stay unnoticed*
 
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OOC: I am not including technology that was not already used in the original "Gunslinger Bink."
 
Anne carefully puts her thoughts together. "Without the training there is only one place on earth more safe for Tammy and her sister Bink and that is the Rescue Ranger Headquarters. The Rescue Rangers poses technology which the SWA does not. That is because they are inventors, not soldiers."
 
"For Tammy and Bink to remain safe, they would be confined 24/7. Essentially they would be prisoners." Fernando pointed out. "Here, they have a chance to be free."
 
"Which is true and if she was given the choice between living in a high tech fortress and living here as a soldier my money is on her staying here."
 
"What's the point?" Fernando asked.
 
"If she understands that she does have choice between two evils, she might be more accepting of a decision she made than a decision that was thrust upon her."
 
"You are conceding that the SWA is a lesser evil?" Fernando continued.
 
"As much as I despise the SWA for what they did, I am." Anne replied. "Understand this, if I find out that they have conditioned another child there will be Hell to pay."
 
Fernando has some reservations about the last thing Anne said. "The SWA has eliminated what you called 'bad apples' in the Republican Faction. Explain to me how there will be Hell to pay if the SWA is able to take out your garbage."
 
"I, not the RF, have access to a piece of technology which the Rescue Rangers poses. It just might be enough to turn the tide on the SWA." Anne was not gloating in her statement. There was something different. "Unless the SWA is back to their old tricks, going against them would be pointless. All that would have been accomplished is shattering what sense of security these kids have."
 
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Information seems to be the one of the few things that they both agree on.
What the SWA does to the children is but a matter of opinion, though they both don’t agree on having the girls live shorten lives and in service to the government agency that deals in death of corrupt criminals because the entire government is corrupt; from the lowliest traffic agent to the highest court judge. But there is something about the SWA that sets them apart from all others; self-righteousness. A perverted self-righteousness that makes them believe that they are the answer to the country's problem, dispensed from the business end of a gun.
 
Fernando Wait right here, I have something in the car for you.
 
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Fernando returns to the table with a briefcase. From inside, he pulls out a folder containing medical files and pictures of the girls before the SWA took them in and turned them into cyborgs:
medical files wrote:
Code:

Bink: only survivor of a massacre of a family of 6 by a violent gang attack; severely beaten, mutilated and raped multiple times by the mutilated bodies of her dead family. Left to die by the gang. Tried to commit suicide while at the hospital. Mutilation includes: slicing of right ear, destruction of left eye, amputation of right leg above the knee, amputation of left arm above the elbow, amputation of right hand, injury to reproductive organ with mechanical instrument, multiple broken bones. Additional injuries from suicide attempt.

Triela: Found in Amsterdam child sex slave ring; was found raped and mutilated. Died and resuscitated several times on way to hospital. Mutilation includes amputation of digits by each joint on each hand, amputation of both hands at the wrists, amputation of feet at the ankles, partial disembowelment, large incision across the larynx.

Rico: Born with severe multiple birth defects which leaves her unable to move; of these birth defects includes Spinal Bifida.

Angelica: At age 6, was ran over by her father to collect on death insurance claim. Multiple broken bones, including a broken neck and a fractured skull. Severe organ and neurological damage; paralyzed from the 3rd thoracic vertebrae down.

Claes: Age 10, fell out of a 6th story window after a family argument, both parents were arrested for the incident. Multiple broken bones, including broken neck and fractured skull. Die and resuscitated enroute to hospital.

Elsa: Only Survivor of jetliner accident in Milan It., which includes her parents, 1 sister and 1 brother. She had multiple broken bones and 2nd and 3rd degree burns over 65% of her body. (Note: Deceased; killed while protecting her handler, who was also killed.)
 

 
Fernando: Consider that these girls were better of dead, the SWA gave them new bodies and new lives. In fact both Triela and Claes were dead. I still don’t agree with what the government does with these girls. But I don’t agree with building bombs to kill people and destroy property to make a point either.
 
 
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Hondo just sat and listened. He didn't trust Red headed gals one bit. It might not be a true for all opinion, but it was his. besides this gal had an air of suspicion 'bout her.
*ouch!* Hondo thought as Fernando made his last comment. Hondo agreed with Fernando on this totally. The gal sat there with a look between anger and indignation. She was obviously tryin' to keep her composure. Hondo just hoped she would leave soon so Fernando could fill him in like he had planned on.
 
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Fernando wrote:
Consider that these girls were better of dead, the SWA gave them new bodies and new lives. In fact both Triela and Claes were dead. I still don’t agree with what the government does with these girls. But I don’t agree with building bombs to kill people and destroy property to make a point either.
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Anne looks over the files and pictures. "This goes back to which is the lesser evil." Anne takes a breath. "The SWA has given these kids a new chance at life. A life that, which you pointed out, will never be the same. They would have to be guarded for the rest of their lives." Anne closes the folder. "Back to the man who sent Tammy and Bink to the hospital. Do you want to pick him up yourselves or do you want him delivered? There are no strings attached. We just want to get this scum."
 
"What would you do if you did not have a cause?" Fernando asked.
 
Anne does not answer.
 
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