Setting: Atlanta has called everyone in for the debrief to my quarters.

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Bobius411: ::Justane sits in the cell, mask off, staring at the gaurds, going from one to the other with his pinball-like eyes::
Bobius411: ::One of the guards opens the door and motions for him to get out. Holding his mask in one hand, he walks out, following the guard to Atlanta's room::
BossManAlfaASA: ::wheels over to a table and smiles at the Gaurds:: "Go away. I trust him not to kill me. Go join the hunt for the intruders."
Bobius411: ::Justane sits:: Can I have my staff back?
BossManAlfaASA: Justo--ane, come in. Gabe, get your unfortunately inebriated ass in a chair.
Bobius411: ::Scratches his chin:: I could use a shave, too.
Bobius411: Intruders?
geORGeYpORGeYasa: Yes m'am!
Bobius411: ::Justane listens, as he turns and unlocks each ring of his armor::
BossManAlfaASA: ahh right. ::taps a memo into a padd on her wheel chair:: After this meeting the staff will place you in some quarters, we don't have much of yours, but it'll be in there.
Bobius411: ::He takes off the big assortment of armor, revealing a dirty tank top underneath::
BossManAlfaASA: ok. At 2254, an unknown human male entered this city.
Bobius411: All right then...
BossManAlfaASA: It appears he's -- and the other male that accompanied him -- are from the United States.
Bobius411: The what?
BossManAlfaASA: mostly based on the fact that they aren't Incan descendants....ahh...a major world power in this time.
Bobius411: Ah... time shift... thats right.
BossManAlfaASA: anyway, the guard tailing them lost them in the town square. Justane, here are pictures. Apprehend them. Bring them here, Gabe will go with you, to assist you as much as he can, I'll also be out looking for them...
BossManAlfaASA: but given my...current...abiltities, I'll just be calling you guys in.
Bobius411: Give me my staff, I'll have them here weeping before you... and I work alone.
Bobius411: ::Takes the pictures, looking intently::
BossManAlfaASA: They're looking to find out where and why this city is here.
BossManAlfaASA: They don't speak the language, either. So that will stand out too, no doubt.
BossManAlfaASA: Fine, leave us stewing in here, but don't hurt them anymore than stictly nessecary...
Bobius411: ::Justane clicks his armor back onto place, figuring he can go another few hours without showering. He puts his mask on, grabbing his staff from a runner on his way out::
BossManAlfaASA: Justane...
Bobius411: Yes?
BossManAlfaASA: ::about to say leave the mask, but stops:: Be careful, I don't know how angry the city may still be...
Bobius411: I know how to avoid being seen.
BossManAlfaASA: and umm...here.
Bobius411: ::Stops::
Bobius411: Yes?
BossManAlfaASA: ::tosses justane a leather wallet with a badge in it:: Show them the metal thing, say ::switches to english:: "Come with me".
Bobius411: ::Catches:: "Kom with meh"?
BossManAlfaASA: Good enough.
Bobius411: ::Pockets it:: I'll be off.
geORGeYpORGeYasa: hahah.
Bobius411: ::He dashes off down the hall.::
Runner: ::As he walks off:: Damn, that thing was heavy...
BossManAlfaASA: ::looks at Gabe:: English is the second hardest language in the world.
Bobius411: ::Justane leaps out of a window at the end of the hall, to the disbelief of nearby people. He does the famous swing off the flagpole, making his way to the town square::
geORGeYpORGeYasa: Is it really??
Bobius411: ::Rooftop to rooftop::
BossManAlfaASA: Yup, well, probably 3rd hardest now. Formal Old Atlantien is damn hard to be literate in.
Bobius411: ::Hangs briefly from a ledge, snatching a newspaper out of the wind and spotting his photo. He tosses it and continues::
geORGeYpORGeYasa: Heheh, Well ain't that some shit.
Bobius411: ::Squats on the corner of a rooftop above the square, batman style, and scans the crowd for his men::
~~ACTION~~ He spots them. The urban camo stands out.
Bobius411: ::Justane clambers down the building, shoving through the crowd, untill he comes upon his targets::
BossManAlfaASA: Gabe...how drunk are you?
BossManAlfaASA: :::wheels to a cabinet beside her bed::
Bobius411: ::He grabs the wallet, then taps them on the shoulders::
Bobius411: "Kom wiff meh"
geORGeYpORGeYasa: Oh, I'm pretty toasty, Tequila will do that to you.
geORGeYpORGeYasa: ::smiles::
Bobius411: ::Shows them the badge::
Intruders: ::look a little confused, but nods after a moment:: Where? (english)
geORGeYpORGeYasa: ::begins singing the tequila song::
Bobius411: ::Justane turns and begins walking back to the place, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they follow::
Intruder #2: They don't speak english, follow me, Mark.
Intruders: ::follow Justane back to the building::
Bobius411: ::Walks in, timeskip to entering Atlanta's office:: Didn't even need to hurt them... too bad....
Intruders: ::they are both about 6 feet, armed to the teeth, they have no tatoos, no tags in their clothing, except one tag with cyrillic writing on it, and are heavily muscled with gold fillings::
BossManAlfaASA:::chuckles::
BossManAlfaASA: ::looks at the men:: Ohh, I'm guessing Marine Force Recon or Army Green Berets, A Team. ::in English:: Sit down gentlement.
Bobius411: They dress like the denizens of the poor zones... trying to look rich and tough...
BossManAlfaASA: ::in Atlantien:: The idea is that they not be traceable back to their country of origin.
Bobius411: ::Crosses his arms, leaning against the wall, staff in one hand, always at ready::
BossManAlfaASA: ::tosses a translator to the two men:: OK gentlemen. These devices allow you to understand us. We've already programmed them to handle Atlantien to English. now, do answer our questions.
BossManAlfaASA: Who's orders are you acting on?
Bobius411: Yes... please answer, I would be most interested in who lets their agents look like street trash.
Intruders: Mark Amerson, TJ O'Niel. 123571511, 98752301
BossManAlfaASA: ::sighs:: That's name and serial number. They're soldiers from my old country.
BossManAlfaASA: My Dad did this kind of stuff before he settled down.
Bobius411: I figured as much.... the council gives most of their soldiers numbers.
BossManAlfaASA: ::to the soldiers:: His name was Lt Colenol Michael Apostol. Green Berets. 1962 to 1969. You were sent here, if I'm right, by the chairmen, joint chiefs of staff. To investigate an enemy camp.
BossManAlfaASA: Did you crap your pants when you saw this place? This city that America won't be able to reproduce for a few hundred years?
Bobius411: ::Chuckles::
Bobius411: ::Cracks his knuckles, the only time his hand leaves his staff::
BossManAlfaASA: ::grins::
BossManAlfaASA: Gabe, go call America. Get connected to the pentagon. Tell them you have two Green Berets, Amerson and O'Niell. Give their serial numbers, state your officers captured them when they invaded our city.
BossManAlfaASA: Tell them to put you through to the Chairman.
BossManAlfaASA: Justane, learn what you can about these individuals, don't hurt them.
BossManAlfaASA: maybe get a telepath or two on the job.
Bobius411: ::Steps forward::
Bobius411: Righto.
BossManAlfaASA: When the Bush sends Powell down here tomorrow or so we need to know everything.
Bobius411: ::Ignores the confusion of names, not asking questions yet::
BossManAlfaASA: Oh, and Justane....
Bobius411: Yes?
BossManAlfaASA: Teach them how to respect women. They seem to think they're the first class citizens here, they were noticed because they didn't offer their seats to an old woman.
BossManAlfaASA: When I come back from my treatments tomorrow, I expect them to greet me properly.
Bobius411: Bastards. ::He says with a sarcastic tone::
BossManAlfaASA: ::wheels towards the door:: ::stops:: Justane. I don't care about Atlantien vs. Human. But you should always hold the door for a lady.
BossManAlfaASA: :::exits, smirking:::
Bobius411: ::Taps the door open with his staff for her::