Cyber Wars ch.21- Royally Screwed

[Wolf99x]

Wolf loaded an Omni-Falcon with .45 Black Talon ammunition and slid it into his shoulder holster. He made sure that the Katana on his belt and the gun were obscured well enough by his trenchcoat. He then grabbed two clips for the Omni-Falcon he had prepared earlier. One was a clip of 9mm MagSafe ammunition, the other was a clip of .357 Cookie Cutter rounds.

This way, he thought, If we run into trouble I'll hopefully not end up hitting any civilians...and if it's First Order that comes after us, then the cookie cutters will come in real handy if I can get a shot off in time.

He knew that he was only supposed to be talking to some of his old contacts from his merc days, something that shouldn't require violence, but he also knew that Mastermind was probably hunting him and the others, so it was necessary for him to be armed.

He checked the time. It had only been 10 minutes since the meeting ended. The problem was...he was ready to go now. In theory, he didn't feel he necessarily had to wait in order to get moving on working to save the world from a death ray, but he did have to wait for someone else to be ready.

Hmm...maybe Scrya doesn't need that much prep time. he thought as he opened the door to his quarters and stepped out into the hallway. To his surprise, he saw Scrya walking towards him.

"You all set to go?" he asked her once she was a few feet away from him.

[Zephie]

"I was about to ask you the same thing," she replies, finishing her typing. Handing him the padd, she adds, "Everything I could remember, and some stuff I've just dug up."

[MC43]

Monk nodded after the meeting was over, and left without saying a word. He didn't really want to talk to anyone, there really was no purpose. Besides, too many things were on his minds for speeches at the time. He was the last one in and the first one out, unusual of him, but facts none the less. We have an hour to prepare, huh? He thought to himself reaching the door to his room. Pushing it aside and stepping in on the carpeted floor, he walked to the middle of the darkened room and sat down, folding his legs up over themselves.

[Wolf99x]

Wolf looked over the data Scrya had gathered. A lot of it was very conclusive, detailing a lot of Mastermind's main bases, as well as numerous contacts and arms dealers that Mastermind occasionally got his equipment from. The only problem was that all of this data was 7 years old, thus putting the info's reliability into question.

However, she did have a few contacts that might know some things now, and she also had some information on Mastermind's most recent movements thanks to some data mining that intercepted some communicatsions that may or may not have been supplied by Coyote.

Wolf checked the locations of the contacts Scrya had found. Some of them were believed to be in the greater Los Angeles area, most of them arms, money, and drug dealers. Of the ones not dwelling in the Los Angeles underground, there were a few in New York and a few in Chicago; any others were in other locations of the globe.

Those would be too far away, even for the Phantom, for us to get to in a decent amount of time. Wolf thought. Best start with the close ones.

"Good work," he said to Scrya. "Time is a factor here, so we'll focus on the contacts in the LA area. I'll get Knight to send some of his operatives to find the ones in Chicago and New York. The ones in the other parts of the world...well, I'll have to see if I can pull any strings with the Special Forces teams of those countries to help us, but they'll probably be out of our reach."

As he got out his PDAP to dial Knight, he nodded to Scrya. "If you have anyone to say anything to before we leave, now's the time. Do so and meet me in the garage. If not...then follow me to the garage."

With that Wolf turned and headed towards the garage. As he did that he phoned up Knight and explained the situation.

"Well, that sounds like one hell of a disaster situation," Knight said after hearing the details. "I can get some teams deployed to locate the contacts on your list...and I'll try to see if I can get a team together to take out that satellite if necessary."

"Unless you have a squadron of starfighters, don't bother." Wolf said. "It can fry cruise missiles effortlessly."

"Who's to say I don't have a squadron of starfighters?" Knight asked. "Granted...they haven't been tested yet..."

"In that case, let's put that on the 'last gasp' option line." Wolf said. "I don't want to risk lives unecessarily, and I don't want to risk AI subversion if you're about to suggest that you can have them AI piloted."

"All right, will do. I'll keep you updated. Good luck." Knight said as he hung up.

Wolf got to the Trans-Am and got in the driver's seat.

[Darth SS]

Angel was straining to hold himself on the bars, and he tried to twitch his legs to semi-walk.

He hated rehab. He'd hated more as a kid, and before fighting had become his life.

As it stood, he was getting about inch-long steps each time.

[Squishy Cheeks]

Coyote decided he was being rude having all the fun. he pulled out the red and white storage sphere.

"Ready, Steady, go kids GO!" He tossed the ball. It opened like a clamshell. A wave of sprite sized files unzipped ever expanding and flying about like a wave of locusts. Many disappearing to swim and destroy wrecking havoc.

"Fly My Prettys! Fly!" He adjusted his larg conical hat and went to back to keeping the system codes changing.

[Zephie]

Wolf is putting things into the console and getting settled in just when he glances over and sees something in the passenger seat. With a startled gasp he jumps, knocking his elbow on the steering while doing so and exclaiming, "GAH!"

"I said goodbye to Wraith before I left his room," Scrya says quick, answering his next question.

"But how did you--?!"

"I took a shortcut."

She smiles and puts her seat belt on, looking away so she can do that.

[Squishy Cheeks]

A pop up opened next to coyote and he turned to see his little brother.

"I'll get you my pretty," He pointed at Mastermind. "And your little Agent too!"

"HEY!" was heard in the background.

"How convenient, My Brother in my own house as I am about to destroy all my enemies."

"Good luck with that." Coyote popped the pop-up.

[Wolf99x]

OOC: I apologize in advance for minor continuity gaffes.

10 minutes later the Trans-Am was in downtown LA. Wolf and Scrya were searching for the location of the first contact on their list.

"Ok...let's see. Jim Cassidy. Illegal Arms Dealer. ATF has a file on him, but they've been unable to get any real proof of his activites." Wolf said as he checked the computer readout. "His last known base of operations is a small warehouse on Pico Street."

The black car pulled to a stop outside the warehouse. Wolf took a look at the perimeter.

"He's protecting himself with armed guards...and they'll probably take any weapons we are carrying," Wolf said as he removed his Omni-Falcon, placed it in the glove compartment, and then replaced it with the .45 he had left in the glove compartment for emergencies.

"His clients are usually armed, so he'll expect at least one of us to be packing. I don't know if he'll know me on sight. He definetely will not know who you are. Still, we need to know if he knows anything, and I don't want to send you in alone, even though I know you'll be able to handle yourself. So here's the deal. We play things normally. Don't act agressive, try and get the information peacefully. If he doesn't want to go the peaceful route...then we can show him who he's dealing with."

Wolf got out of the car and headed towards the gate, with Scrya following close behind. In Wolf's hand was a breifcase.

The guards pointed their submachine guns at the two. "What do you want?" the taller guard barked.

"We're here to speak with Mr. Cassidy. We heard he might be interested in trading some of his wares, both real and informational, for this." Wolf said as he opened the briefcase, which was holding almost 1 million US dollars. All of it happened to be seized counterfiet that had been nano-built, and as such was nearly impossible to detect from the real deal.

The guards blinked, looked at each other, and shrugged. "He's right this way Mr...uh..."

"Lupus," Wolf said. "Peter Lupus." he jerked his thumb to over his shoulder to Scrya. "This is my associate, Barbara Anderson."

Hopefully these two never saw the 1966 version of Mission Impossible. Wolf thought as the guards frisked them for weapons, relieving him of his .45 and katana, and then leading them into the warehouse.

[Zephie]

Barbara? she asks herself as the guards start frisking, patting her down from head to toe just to be sure... even though she's just wearing a sports-bra-like top, sneakers, and tight shorts with a flannel shirt tied around her waist.

Never can be too sure, after all. She even squirms a little bit when the guard "checks" her crotch, to which she raises an eyebrow and a finger, clucking her tongue. "Now, now, that's a naughty boy..."

"Just need to be sure," he replies, sneering.

"Right."

She sneers back as they walk in, growling at him from under her breath, but gets back to paying attention as they head further into the building, staying in a particularly dark part of the hallways...