Shadowgirls

Post edited 1:57 pm – April 28, 2010 by Akamaz

If I can manage to get us blown up with a crowbar, then… nevermind, this is me we're talking about… 

Maz unhooks his seatbelt and pulls it as far as it goes before wrapping it around his wrist twice, then grabs the crowbar by it's hook end. Just try not to hit any bumps while I'm out there and we can go out for coffee after.  Now behold my awesome!

As the bike pulls alongside, Maz pops the door open and leans down, jamming the crowbar into the front wheel spokes.  As the bike flips over it's front wheel he pulls himself back into the car.

Looks like my awesome ain't what it used to be, I think Hera'll need to set these fingers…  It always worked on T.V.

Didn't I have enough on my hands with Tai… Looking at the monitor in the front that displays the camera feed from the rear, Hera stops speaking in shock as she realizes that Tain is no longer strapped to the bunk where she left him.

Um guys?  Anyone seen a limping one-eyed almost wonder?  Maz, as soon as we're clear I'll see to your hand, but right now we have a slightly more pressing concern.  Tain isn't actually in the truck anymore.  I haven't stopped, no one has come into the vehicle except Fors, and I've been driving hell bent for leather for the last several minutes, so I know damn well he wasn't stupid enough to jump out.  Anyone seen anything that might explain this one?

Plowing through the puny three cars that were placed across the road in her path, Hera bounces around a little from the impact, though her forward momentum is barely effected.  Slowing slightly, she barrels down the road unimpeded and waves as Adamas speeds past.  Accelerating once more, Hera uses the bulk of her truck to block his flight from view so he can race himself and Dinah to safety.

Huh… hopefully that will get them clear so poor Dinah can get some rest from all this activity and maybe give us time to figure out why they want her and how to help.  Until then, wtf happened to Tain and Tink, just bring Maz to the junkyard.  I'll meet you guys there.  At least that should be a safe enough rendezvous point… Fors?  Any signs of Tain out there?? 

No. I'm cursing you for the fact that I couldn't release myself when i woke up. 

Dinah sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She fidgeted with the camera settings for a moment before continuing. 

Sorry about that. I'm not usually that deep a sleeper.  Certainly not with the fireworks it sounds like your guys were throwing around.  Thank you for the help, I'll figure out how to make it up to you guys.  

Goodness gracious.  I step away from the computer for five minutes, and you guys raise hell again.  <sigh>  What part of "stay off the radar" can you guys not get? <shakes head>  Do you realize this is already all over the news?  Congratulations.  Apparently a group of "terrorists" just caused all sorts of fireworks in Innsmouth.  They're "still looking for the suspects" and "expect to find them soon."  Can you guys manage to lay low for even a couple of days?

Must go, now.  Joshua has learned to crawl and is trying to pull things off of the shelves.  Try to stay off the news?

* Irving almost collapses onto the chair in front of the camera. He has a bandage on his cheek and a black eye. He opens his mouth to speak then stops and pulls out a cotton ball from inside his right cheek. It is red with absorbed blood.* I'm sorry to say that the news report was our fault. We were investigating the area due to a tip we got from a few contacts we've made in the area.We didn't expect anything more difficult than some grunts that could be quickly and quietly dispatched. Needless to say, it was a trap. What's worse is that it wasn't a trap by thye locals or even their oceanic allies. I mentioned earlier that there was an agency that worked for the other side, they've begun to operate in Innsmouth. I'm not sure how many agents there are but there can't be more than fifteen. *Looks up and thinks about it* Make that thirteen, I have a feeling that two won't get back up. We'll start dealing with this when the painkillers start to wear out in the next day or two and we can track their locations. The good news is that I don't think they've contacted our enemies yet but that won't remain true for long. We're going to need help with this. Ivan's out for the next few weeks for injuries and that means we're a man down. We need someone to replace Ivan and probably one ot two more to shore up our numbers. We need to keep numbers small to keep this opera quick and quiet. Contact me, if you're interested. *Puts a new cotton ball into his mouth, leans back in his chair, and falls asleep as the transmission ends.*

Forsythe, we know you're independent. We aren't trying to recruit you into our agency; for one thing none of you fulfill the full criteria needed to be recruited. What I was trying to say was that we could use some help for this one opera, a joint-effort as it were. Especially since, as I've said, Ivan will be gone until his wounds are healed. Two, if it had been "the locals" who hit us, I would have said the problem would be "the locals". The people who hit us are from a rival agency within the U.S. government. I don't want to mention its name on the boards as it could attract their attention. Their M.O. is to collect the magics and technology from assorted…groups. They will try to contact the E.O.D. and their allies and work out a deal which could be very bad for efforts here and elsewhere. Needless to say, we have to head them off at the pass. If you want to find out more about this new agency I would suggest you research a certain 1947 crash in New Mexico. They were founded there and with enough digging I imagine you can find a name and enough information to show you why we need them out of here. Again, contact me if you're interested in participating in this opera.