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"Apologies, Miss Dumas. We're all very busy at the moment. The bastards made 'em walk to Buckingham Palace and try to blow everything up. We're having to spin this one hard to save face here. Please hold." Spoke a somewhat panicked member of the intelligence team after a wait of about a minute.

Mein Gott! Such a significant cultural monument as the target of a terrorist attack. Well, it would certainly send a message.

Eventually, a more calm and collected representative came on the line. They confirmed that the images she had received were genuine and that the person in them was none other than Isaiah Kaligian. Stating that he denounces large scale businesses due to believing that they hold too much power over things, Selene had to admit there was a grain of truth to that statement. Based on the names of the pieces that Isaiah had published, sounded as though they'd make for some interesting reading. Finally, the representative said that they could provide Isaiah's last known location based on the images.

"That would be most helpful thank you. Sooner I can bring this one in, the sooner we may shed some light on the situation. Also, can you confirm that one, Kazuko Wright, has done freelance work for CyCorp in the past. It's just I interviewed him earlier, and he made mention of it."
 

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"I should have them..." said Ira. He began searching through his computer records for the message he had been sent along with the attachments. Ira was worried that it might not be there, it was possible the file contained a virus or something which he hadn't noticed which would make the files delete themselves after a period of time. But assuming he could find it, Ira would send the data to his lawyer.
 

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London 2056 | Buckingham Palace
"How Does One Fit a Vending Machine into a Compact Squad Car?"
Charlotte "The Harlot" Sorrowfeld​
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Lieutenant Charlotte Sorrowfeld sat in the London PD squad car and watched as Agent Asagi peeled out of grounds of Buckingham Palace on her motorcycle, the engine screaming like a banshee before both the bike and the rider disappeared in the throngs of personnel and media that had converged on the scene. They were already calling it one of the worst Terrorist attacks of the modern age. It was small comfort to the victims, one of which was her former partner.

Looking in the distance, Charlotte spotted the blood soaked sheet that had been draped over the remains of Sargent Edward Aubergine. He had children that he adored, a wife that he didn't always see eye to eye with, a dog that peed in his shoes daily, a home that he was proud of. The Lieutenant allowed those thoughts to linger for a moment before erasing them from her mind. From that point on, she'd never again acknowledge the existence of the Sargent. As cold as it seemed, it was far easier to forget that a person had existed in the first place than to acknowledge their existence and therefore their death.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!!

That was the Lieutenant with her fist on the squad car's horn, attempting to get the attention of the over sized vending machine that called itself Viscus, the woman motioned for the refrigerator to get into the squad car. It wasn't for the sake of its desire get more information on those responsible for the CyCorp Headquarters bombings but rather it was the fact that they were facing an unknown enemy at the Safe House. Impatiently Charlotte rolled down the window of the squad car before calling out to the Tin Man.

"HEY BUCKET HEAD, ARE YOU WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SLIDE A CRED INTO YOUR SLOT OR ARE YOU GOING TO GET IN THE MOTHER FUCKING CAR?!" She screamed grabbing the attention of not only the over sized juicer but the entire population of the Buckingham Palace Grounds, "YOU HAVE EXACTLY 5 SECONDS, TOASTER!"

Well, to be fair, he had exactly 4.58 seconds but this was more in the realm of Viscus' purview.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!!

With that last little warning, the Lieutenant shoved the squad car into Drive and floored the accelerator and caused the tires to squeal in protest as they started smoking. Apparently someone had issued a memo stating that all exits out of the Buckingham Palace Grounds were to be made all dramatic like.

Lights and Sirens, on. 2.1 seconds remaining until launch, Viscus.

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London 2056 | Buckingham Palace
"Assuming that said Vending Machine has a sense of humor"
Sienna "The Youngin'" Rostikova-Cray​
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From the comfort of a gurney, Sienna Rostikova-Cray watched as the Rocket Ship, Karine Asagi, launched into the great beyond. It seemed that Charlotte Sorrowfeld was going to suit as well as the tired on her Police Cruiser squealed loudly, producing a lot of smoke. As the Young Sienna waited for the Lieutenant to leave with the hulking metal mass, she felt a warmth spreading through the veins of her arms before her consciousness was bathed in a familiar numbness that erased the pain that she felt in her legs... or... what remained of them.

She could get used to this not feeling pain thing. As she laid in the gurney, Mister Adler began to speak again. The girl was confused for a moment before she recognized that he was referring to the comment that she made mere seconds... minutes... hours ago?

"Trust me, Young Sienna, I don't blame you in the least. When you're ready, feel free to talk to me, and I'll keep my promise to your mother to get you a new set of proper legs." Mister Adler said.

Sienna liked the way Mister Adler spoke. He called her Young Sienna, which was kinda cute, in a slight but crisp German accent, that was also kinda cute, in a rather formal matter, which reminded her of her father. Which reminded Sienna that Mister Adler worked for CyCorp, the same company that her daddy worked for... before... yesterday. But she didn't want to think about that...

"W... what about a wheelchair? Do... do you think... thah you cud m8k a wheel share dat rollz over peeeeeple?" Young Sienna Rostikova slurred as her head lolled to the side and the world began to spin.

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London 2056 | Gungnir Safe House #2
"Assuming that said Vending Machine will also be able to fit in a Car without needing to be disassembled"
Irina "The Kitten" Rostikova​
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Trapped with a psychopath with a gun. That's the situation that Irina Rostikova found herself in as she hid under a well worn mattress. She wished she had a gun, any sort of gun. She would have even taken the Fanboi's Mini 50 even with the design flaw that it had. She would have taken a BB Gun at this point. Instead she was alone and unarmed. Well almost.

In the darkened room that had been filled with crude posters of her rendered in various provocative poses, there was a glint of something shiny under the mattress. The swooping edges of a serrated blade reflected her distorted and terrified face. Someone had been kind enough to hide a Ka-Bar under the mattress with the Cat Eared VidCaster. Despite having only a knife during what was a decidedly lop sided gun fight, Irina felt a little better.

Felton limped into the room, his eyes sweeping the room at the many faces of StripKitty, his face twisting in a look of disgust at the woman who'd mutilated her body for fame. If she wanted attention, he'd give her the attention that she craved. Turning towards one of two bunks located in the room, the man squeezed the trigger, the gun's explosive report echoing in the room as the bullet tore through the mattress and the flooring below.

Safely tucked away underneath the room's other bunkbed, Irina held her breath, listening as Felton walked over to the bunk he'd shot looked under it. Using the opening that she had, she lashed out with the knife, the blade cut through the cloth of the man's pants and sliced through his Achilles tendon before bouncing off bone and skittering away. There was a terrible cry as Felton found himself pitching forward, neither of his legs able to support the weight of his body.

Rolling out from under the bunk, the Novice Hacker threw herself on the man's back as he attempted to roll himself over in order to shoot his assailant. Despite his wounds, the former prisoner was still strong and still had the weight advantage on the small woman.

Grabbing a handful of the man's hair, Irina slammed Felton's face into the floor, a sickly slapping noise bounced around the room before the man lashed backwards, his elbow catching Irina in the side. Felton tried to twist around again as Irina attempted to recover from the surprise strike.

She needed a weapon. She needed a weapon quickly. Seeing that the knife was too far to reach, VidCaster Irina Rostikova improvised. Grabbing the tip of her tail, the Feline Hacker looped it around her attacker's neck and started to pull with all her might.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Felton fired blindly behind him as he struggled against the furry garrote. Feeling the displaced air caused by the bullets' passage, the young woman pulled harder, the anchor point of her tail straining against the stress and then... everything went still. Felton's body went limp as his brain reached the critical limit of hypoxia. Despite this, the Frantic Feline continued to pull on her tail... even when the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the garage reached her ears.

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London 2056 | The Dusty Miller and Beyond
"Assuming that he even wants a ride"
Elliot "The Rookie" Aubergine​
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OOC to Bluerocker said:
Keeping it short due to your illness
Elliot nodded to Dimitri as Dimitri left to gather this things. Watching as the prim and proper bartender left, Elliot pulled out his mobile and checked to see if the connection had been restored. It had.

Dialing in his brother's number, the Officer listed to the phone ring a number of times before Edward's voicemail answered. Strange, it was unlike Edward not to answer his phone. He would typically answer to let you know he was in the middle of something. Trying again, he was met with the same response of nothing. This time he left a message.

"Edward, it's Elliot. Give me a call. I'm talking to Dimitri Petrov in reference to the missing person's case that he filed. I'm not sure what's going on but I'm going to look in on that connection you gave me." Elliot said into the phone before hanging up.

Spotting Dimitri, Elliot paused.

"Do you know anything about the Royal Refuge Inn?" Elliot asked as he opened the door for the bartender, "That's where my contact says he's staying but all the older vets have told me to avoid the place like the plague."
 

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Outside of Buckingham Palace (Post explosion): Viscus

"Uh uh!"

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[I will interpret that as a no...]
Viscus droned after the child answered his question, humans under 15 years of age were rarely sources of good information anyway.
Besides, he wouldn't have the chance to properly interrogate her, least not with all these adults around.

"I would say yes. They're the people that did a bunch of horrible shit to her. Anything useful? Doubtful considering that they had her locked up in a truck."

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[That is...unfortunate...]
The machine then replied as it stood idle for a moment, figuring out his next move, least before Asagi barked a command at him as if he was an underling of hers:

"You: We will allow you to question prisoners under our guidelines because CyCorp AND the H.A. Dynasty are cooperating with investigations."

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[Only because our own resources are limited for such a situation. Most privately traded companies aren't equipped to cope with terrorism...]
He spat before seemingly complying, marching towards one of the medical tents whist his new "Friends" seemed to be concerned over the life of that Vid Caster that he saw on he adverts earlier.
A celebrity of sorts, most likely they were just fans of her work, while she did provide a good lead on the vans, it was only logical to get the Intel he needed from the source rather then rely on the findings of someone who's main mark on history was exposing the sexual habits of others.

Least before Charlotte began to honk and yell at him to get into the car for seemingly now reason, least not at first.
About 3 seconds into her countdown, he realized that the Vid Caster would have known something about his target, considering she was able to track the vans they were using, she'd also be able to find them at their source.
Besides, there would be far less security trying to stop him at this "Safe House" then trying to barge right into the middle of a military operation.
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[...Very well...]
the machine droned before getting the back seat, this had better have been worth his time.
 

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With the attack on Buckingham Palace and the resulting police action, afternoon London's already busy traffic was downright abysmal. Taking the side street and back alley shortcuts Kazuko had long committed to memory did little alleviated the traffic problem, and by the time he spotted the familiar (if not comforting sight) of the Royal Refuge Inn, Kaz was glad to be out of it.

To Kaz, half a decade had done little to weather the building from when he saw it last (not that there was much more to weather.) The paint was a little thinner in places, the fence around the pool a little more battered, but for the first time since the flight from his apartment Kaz felt some semblance of comfort afforded by the familiar off-green railings on the second floor and smell of cheap beer and cheaper meals wafting from the downstairs bar.

This feeling evaporated as his car radio launched into another update on the situation at Buckingham palace, and he remembered the reason he was here. Isaiah. Why the Queen Bee had sent him the pictures was a mystery, and as he looked over at the street and compared it to the one in the image, it was undeniable, the Bee was leading him to Isaiah, and Kaz had taken line for good or ill.

Sighing, Kaz got out of his car and strode across the parking lot towards the inn proper. Idly, Kazuko wondered if the proprietor of the inn, a stout Armenian almost as wide as he was tall, would remember him (that is, assuming he still ran the inn.)
 

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Ira had the message alright, and Wakefield got it. He made use of his computer briefly, connecting to the London PD, and...waited.

"They're tied up at the moment. Terrible stuff. Someone tried to bomb Buckingham Palace."

He turned his computer 'round to let Ira see the news report if he wanted to.

The attackers, posing as H.A. Dynasty employees, rode into the area and unloaded a large number of people in augmented legs who were remote-controlled to walk towards Buckingham Palace before detonating. The attackers were repelled by the Buckingham Guard and Military assistance, but not without loss of life. The London Militia has released a statement saying that they were also responsible for the earlier diner bombing which claimed the lives of several CyCorp employees.

It went on, but that was the gist of it, what had been released so far. Wakefield soon received a message on his computer and smiled as soon as he saw it, Closing his briefcase/computer and extending a hand to Ira.

"Congratulations. Your status has been upgraded to 'witness present at a crime scene', as has Mr. Vaughn's. You were drawn to that site by an exterior influence to help investigate the murders, not commit them, and you are Liam Vaughn's alibi as a victim of circumstance, not an accessory."

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"Yes, we have him on record as having past dealings with CyCorp and then a personal falling out. We're hoping that he isn't trouble, what with all that is going on."

Selene received information on the area which they believed Isaiah to be in. It was kind of a low district, but serviceable for those who could tolerate it. One of the main living complexes in the area was the Royel Refuge Inn, along with the Bunker Hotel, the Smiling Cat Inn, and Waldorf's.

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?"

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The stout Armenian was still there, alright, but he seemed a little ill of late. Either coming down with something or he had it or whatever The point was that he didn't look so well. Certainly a little thinner, but clearly he had been eating and doing his job, because he here was with a smile.

"Welcome to the Royal Refuge Inn, my man. Will you be taking a room or taking a hike?"

Definitely didn't recognize Kazuko, since he was giving the guy the Surly Businessman routine of 'either come in and do business or get the hell out'. There were reasons the Royal Refuge Inn was not a bustling wonder of the London area. The owner was certainly one of those reasons.

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As Charlotte had waited five seconds for Viscus, Asagi had pulled out ahead by a great length. With her body finely-adjusting her course and her eyes computing courses to take, she had more freedom in her Mirage than a car and was making exceptional time back to the safehouse. She was there soon enough at the entrance, flipped around, and had out her Glocks in an instant. Thing is, she thought maybe she heard gunshots. Creeping in quietly, Asagi practically skittered across the open floor to get a look at the rooms. The interrogation room was empty, which fit in neatly with the 'shots fired' report, exactly why she didn't call out to Irina. Doing so could get them both in dutch. Instead, she made a sweep of the rooms in a hurry. Once she saw the presence of no one, she moved on. She came to the room with the...*Sigh*...Edward fanboyism. This is going to be so awkward... Asagi pushed open the door and pointed guns.
 

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London 2056 | Buckingham Palace - Enroute to Gungnir Safe House #2
"A Vending Machine and ***** are Driving in a Car..."
Charlotte Sorrowfeld​
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The suspicions of one Lieutenant Charlotte Sorrowfeld had been confirmed as the Vending Bot... sorry... Augmented Human Being known as Viscus mounted the vehicle and got inside. A metallic elbow stuck the Lieutenant in the ribs, causing her to clench her teeth in as much annoyance as pain. Pumping the gas, the spinning tires caught the road and the London PD police cruiser took off like a bullet, its sirens blaring and its lights flashing. The pedestrians who had stuck around the scene due to morbid curiosity jumped out of the way to avoid being hit by flying traffic cones.

As she drove, the Lieutenant pulled up her ocular display and noted that communications for local law enforcement had been restored and that she had a new offer from Gungnir. Opening the message she noted that the contract was once again from CyCorp but this time is wasn't from Mister Adler. It was from someone far higher than he, the Chairman himself.

Gungnir Contract #20213420 said:
Operation Type: Informational
Assigned to: Consultant Charlotte Sorrowfeld
Pay: 750,000 Creds

Description: Miss Sorrowfeld, I have received word that you have recently carried out a mission for CyCorp and that this contract turned out to be bogus. On behalf of CyCorp I would like to open the following contract with you. Please brief CyCorp employee Viscus as to the status of your investigation into these crimes that are being perpetrated against CyCorp and H.A. Dynasty. Allow Agent Viscus full access to any crime scene pertinent to this investigation and allow him to assist you when finally do catch these Neo Luddites.
A loud thud coming form underneath the car caught Charlotte's attention as she saw that she had drifted into a construction zone and that she'd just taken out a jack hammer and a few cones. Hesitantly, she accepted the contact... after ensuring that she had a physical copy of the contract printed out on a safe house printer.

"Alright, Tin Man. I'm guessing that you're aware of the bombings that occurred at CyCorp Headquarters roughly 48 hours ago. A few hours later, I received a contract to bring in Miss Irina Rostikova and set her up as the main culprit. It appears, however, that either the group responsible for the bombings at CyCorp or this Neo-Luddite group are responsible for setting up a bogus contract in the Gungnir servers. Miss Rostikova does not have anything to do with the bombings and has been assisting me in this investigation. The girl that you wanted to interview is the daughter of this woman. Hopefully while we were out stopping this Buckingham Bombing, she'll have some more concrete information regarding this embarrassment for your company." The Lieutenant said as she rounded a corner, the tires squealing in extreme protest at her abuse.

The Safe House #2 was dead ahead. With any luck, even if Irina Rosikova was dead, she'd have left a clue as to the whereabouts of the Neo terrorists. If so, there would be a reckoning coming down on their asses by your's truly.

"We're coming up on the Safe House. Any questions?"

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London 2056 | Gungnir Safe House #2
An Agent walks into a room
Irina Rostikova​
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If Military Operative Karine Asagi thought that the Edward's Fanboyism was disturbing, perhaps it might have been equally disturbing to see the actual StripKitty in the middle of the room, covered in blood and straddling an obviously dead Prisoner Billings with her augmented tail wrapped around his neck. The varied images of a smiling Irina appeared to be staring at the Real Feline Strangler. Irina's shoulders heaved as she struggled to stop hyperventilating.

Hearing the door open, the CatEared VidCaster grabbed the gun that lay at the former prisoner now corpse's side and pointed it at the source of the noise, the as of yet unidentified Karine. It was probably fortunate for all parties involved that Felton had emptied the pistol into the walls because when Irina pulled the trigger in a panic before properly identifying her target, the gun responded not with a boom but a click.

"KARINE!" Irina managed to cry out as she realized that the person entering the room was actually a friend and not another psychopath hell bent on killing her. The gun fell to the floor as the young woman ran to Karine and gave her a rather familiar hug followed by the familiar sensation of having someone crying on your shoulders.

The two stood there for a minute before Irina came to a realization.

"Ow." The young woman ow'd as she felt the adrenaline leaving her body. The pain that she'd been allowed to ignore came screaming back and it was at that point she felt the pain in her side. Looking down, she realized that she'd been hit by one of Felton's bullets. Though it was just a graze, that didn't mean that it didn't hurt like a *****. But that could wait. Irina had news.

"I found them. I know where they're coming from." She exclaimed to Karine, "Those sons of a bitches."

It wasn't just the Neos that Irina was referring to. That was the obvious answer. The less obvious answer was how the Neos were able to stay off the radar. It would have been rather easy for anyone with half a brain to run through a list of known PNLL members and run it against a database of property dealings. The police had done so and come up empty. However, now that Irina was aware of the point of origin for the H.A. Dynasty Trucks, she was able to run the address and find out the owner... her very own employers... ZaibatsuCorp. The one augmentation manufacturer whose stock was not in free fall.
 

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Ira gave a sigh of relief knowing that he'd no longer be considered a suspect and he shook Wakefield's hand. "Thank you." said Ira with a strong sense of gratitude in his voice. Still, Ira wasn't happy about all this, someone had set him and Liam up to take a fall and it was probably the same people behind these bombings. 'The London Militia', whoever they were. "So, are you going to advise me against looking into all this?" Ira asked.
 

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London 2056 | Gungnir Safe House #2
"I don't have anything witty to put here"
Viscus​
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"We're coming up on the Safe House. Any questions?"

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[Negative]
Viscus droned on before he stepped out of the car, the audible sound of his whirring servos filling the air as he marched into the safe house.
When he got inside, it was certainly one of the more stranger experiences he had in his line of work as he saw Irina Rostikova sitting in a room coated with photos hoped pornographic pin ups of her, currently covered in blood and after strangling someone to death with an out-model cat tail cosmetic augment.

"I found them. I know where they're coming from. Those sons of a bitches"

Glaring at the Vid-Caster for a moment, He made his way over to where she had gathered her findings before seeing the conclusion she came to.
Code:
[ZaibatsuCorp. This would not be the first time they have interfered in the affairs of CyCorp...]
He said before activating his own Cyber-Investigation augment to locate a the nearest ZaibatsuCorp manager or representative to "Question" via public records.
Code:
[This information will be rather productive in my future operations. My Current objective is to find the member of ZaibatsuCorp who staged the attack and bring him in to the authorities.]
He lied, his orders were to kill the target outright as well as anyone else who dared to stand-up to CyCorp's dominion, but he wasn't going to openly say it in front of a police officer and a military official. That would be a legal nightmare waiting to happen
Code:
[Your Assistance in my investigation will no longer be necessary. I will be able to complete my task from this point on.]
he then "Thanked" his hosts before waiting for the search to finish, prioritizing employees that A). Lived Alone, B). Held high-to-mid level positions in the company and C). had family in the city to be used for leverage.
Another reason for him to try and ditch the women, The Grey Death was going to ensure that this would be a black day for CyCorp's enemies...[/quote]
 

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"Yes, we have him on record as having past dealings with CyCorp and then a personal falling out. We're hoping that he isn't trouble, what with all that is going on." Replied the intel gathering representative as the sounds of hectic activity were going on behind them.

"No, he isn't in any trouble... yet. Though given who we're dealing with, things may change." Selene said, showing some concern for Kazuko as she drove, taking a slight detour to avoid the traffic congestion that was being caused by the recent attacks. Reviewing the information that was being sent, it looked like a low/middle income area with several hostel inspired living areas, they would likely be the first place to investigate once Selene had arrived.

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?"

"No, not for the moment; will call once if I happen to find anything else."
 

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Kazuko's first impression was that someone had neatly lopped the sides off the Royal Refuge's innkeeper, though the lost weight helped alleviate some of his attempted intimidation, as did his rosey cheeks and face, which made Kaz smirk as he was reminded of the Armenian's namesake.

"Welcome to the Royal Refuge Inn, my man. Will you be taking a room or taking a hike?"

While he was disappointed that he didn't recognize him, Kaz wasted no time in replying. "Rudolf, you've been using that line for 8 years mate, you gotta come up with some new material, keep things fresh, you know?" Kaz had hoped that would be enough to jog his memory, but when all he got was a look of confusion, Kaz sighed and kept talking.

"Kazuko Wright." He said, pointing to himself, "Remember, before I moved out a few years back you had me basically doing slave labor to pay for a room?"
 

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Asagi most definitely found the room disturbing, and the worst part was how awkward it was to know that the man behind it all was capable of such self-sacrifice. So, upon entering the room to find the VidCaster herself strangling a man with her prosthetic tail, the mind just wants to throw down its cards and go 'I'm out!'. This was not an option in the real world. It came surging back from cognative dissonance once iit became obvious that {A} Irina was safe and {B} Felton Billings was not. He was finished, not that there was much left when she got done with him. A few more inches and he would've been a broken man in all senses of the term. However, before she could let loose a sigh of relief, Irina's fighting instincts put a gun in her hand, squeezing the trigger. Asagi's shock was palpable, but that didn't stop her from ducking as-

Click!

Oh, thank goodness...

That was the last thing she OR her needed, an accidental shooting between friends. Irina shouted her name and tackled at her for the second time that day, still failing to budge her more than a slight lurch. Even with velocity on her side, the smaller-framed VidCaster was not gonna throw her off of her feet. Irina had been hurt, but not severely. Not as much as the close call between her, Karl, and a Buckingham Turret. Irina would certainly note that Asagi had been through a helluva thing. So had she, overall, but the woman now had a pinpoint on where the Neos had come from. Asagi immediately messaged her gung ho cohorts to raid ZaibatsuCorp. Afterwhich, she looked the other woman in the eyes so she wouldn't miss this.

"Irina, we got Sienna back and we're already sending her back to the hospital. But Edward...the big man that brought you here...gave his life to make sure she was alright. They made her march on Buckingham Palace and he saved her. Go to your daughter. Don't worry about this for a while. You've been through enough."

And hopefully, while she was getting that through to her, there wouldn't be much questioning about the Terminator that was now wandering around and looking to do some company work for CyCorp.

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Under normal circumstances, Wakefield would be doing just that: Telling him to stay out of it. However, he could not. Not because of any personal reason, but rather a more professional one. In response to Ira's question, therefore, he shook his head.

"I would like to say that, and you could of course ignore it without my knowing and thus give me a clean conscience, but this is an unusual circumstance. Your reputation proceeds you, so after I sent the message, the ones who sent back the message were that of the military branch looking into situations of late. They changed you from a suspect to an asset, no doubt because they know something we don't. They want you to investigate down to the source of the problem, to find them answers from angles they themselves do not employ. My advice to you is to cooperate to avoid being on the wrong side of this hell."

Because...they could easily put him back, or at least hold him in irons for a while during a crisis, of which this most certainly was. As it stood, though, Ira was free to go...just so long as he went to work on this problem.

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Well, with no further requirements from the office, Selene was free to go on her merry way. And if that took her in the direction that Kazuko had already gone - The Royal Refuge Inn - so be it. However, there was a brief message sent to her inbox while she was in communication. It'd been from the boss man, informing her of this because of her role in the investigation. There were two parts to it. First, the bomber's identity was known: It was a CyCorp employee with no prior incident to indicate an action like this was ever going to follow, someone who may have been coerced or worse. And the second part...reported that the Grey Death was in town.

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Karl, by the by, would get a report about what Irina found out about Zaibatsu via a message from Karine...which of course was on top of the message from her parents, telling him the findings about who it was that had blown up in the CyCorp building.

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Seemed like the Armenian was a little slow to react and a little slack in his expression somewhat. Perhaps the years had not been kind, or maybe last night have been great...but this morning had been rough. Take your pick, because he wasn't entirely in there. However, he seemed to recognize him now, fixing his eyes on him a little more carefully.

"Kazuko Wright. Yes. I remember you now. What do you want?"

Oh, you're all heart, Rudolf...
 

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Choosing to investigate this was one thing, being blackmailed by the government was another. Any sense of glee left Ira's face once he was given the news. He nodded accepting what he'd have to do. "Well, thank you again. I'll see you around." said Ira. He left the room deciding to depart the police station. On his way out he tried calling his sister. He wanted to meet with her, it's possible that she'd know a weapons expert that he could get in touch with.
 

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London 2056 | The Dusty Miller and Beyond
"Beggers can't be choosers - even if they really want to"
Elliot Aubergine and Dimitri Petrov​
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"Do you know anything about the Royal Refuge Inn?" Elliot asked as he opened the door for the bartender, "That's where my contact says he's staying but all the older vets have told me to avoid the place like the plague."

Dimitri grimaced at the mention of the hotel, and gave a nod, [color=3897E0]"To quote an old text I read once, 'You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.' I have never heard particularly stellar things about the place. But... i do know it's a good place to gather information when you need it. At least, if you know who to find."[/color]

Elliot chuckled after a moment. The description of the Royal Refuge Inn sounded rather familiar but he couldn't quite place its origins. Perhaps some sort of religious text or maybe a great literary work? Dimitri looked the type of person who buried his head in books as often as he did dive into the Grid.

"I know who to find." Elliot said with a grimace on his face, "She's a pain in the ass, she's unreliable as hell but she knows her stuff. If it wasn't for that, I probably would have arrested her a long time ago. Anyways, Vermilion Weissbourd is who tipped me off to your case."

Elliot shook his head as he drove. Thinking about the woman they were on their way to see, the man couldn't help but smirk internally. Vermilion had confided in him over a lengthy glass of wine over some guy who'd ditched her for no reason at all. She was rather pissed at her ex-boyfriend and vowed to both heaven and hell that she'd kick that guy's ass if she ever got a chance. Elliot felt sorry for the guy, but not too sorry mind you. You didn't simply leave a woman like that with no explanation. If the officer ever found out who this guy was, he's probably punch him in the face as well... or shake his hand... Elliot wasn't quite sure about that woman.

Dimitri, on the other hand, blanched at the mention of that name - what Elliot did not know was that Dimitri WAS the man who had dropped Vermilion like it was hot. Ever since things started going nuts with the replacement arm, Dimitri had next to severed all ties with those he knew; save for the few trusted employees at the Dusty Miller. He didn't want her involved in whatever business the data in his arm was going to bring, and several years later, here she was coming to crash back into his life. If there was a God, he was really laughing at the twist brought upon Dimitri's sorry ass. Of course, unless he wanted to draw suspicion to himself about WHY Vermilion was in fact dumped, he would have to grit his teeth and bare with it... Oh this wasn't going to end well.

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Royal Refuge Inn

So, here they were, at the veritable dragon's den. Dimitri had to use every ounce of his cool to avoid showing off any of the nervousness he was currently feeling at the moment. Hopefully, they could just walk in, get the information, and then leave. No harm no foul rig-

[color=FF5349]"YOU."[/color]

This was going to end terribly.
 

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With the conversation over for now, Selene carried on driving, albeit taking a slight detour back towards the apartment to gather a few items, but also to drop off the notepad; namely she would be retrieving a couple of magazines worth of tranquillizer rounds, after all, if she was aiming to bring Isaiah in alive, she'd hate to be bringing a prime suspect in bloody. She'd also be taking with her a stun knife, concealed of course, along with a lightweight ballistic vest, worn underneath a shirt so as not to arouse suspicion. You see, Selene wasn't anticipating trouble, she was expecting it.

En-route though, Selene received another message, this time from Mr. DeGrasse. It appeared that they had discovered the identity of the bomber for the CyCorp attack whilst sifting through some of the wreckage; a security technician by the name of Rolland Clarke.

The second part of the message mentioned that the Grey Death was in town. She had heard of this thing before, CyCorp's personal boogie man, sent to deal with troublesome employees; either through beating them into submission, or just outright beating them to death. Selene breathed a heavy sigh as she got closer towards her apartment.

Merde! As if London needs another sociopath right at this moment.

Eventually Selene made it outside the Royal Refuge Inn, having parked up a short distance away at a nearby car park, her equipment carefully hidden on her person. Despite working as private security for a major corporation, didn't make her exempt from the UK's gun laws; though it did provide a bit of wiggle room in case of incidences. It looked as though something was going on inside, not wanting to get involved in it, she decided to go around the back of the Inn and investigate.
 

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London 2056 | The Grid | NYSE Trading Node
Re-Education (Through Labor)
Talasian​
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The New York Stock Exchange was in a frenzy over news from across the pond regarding the Buckingham Palace Bombings and the apparent involvement of augmentations in the attack. It was uncharacteristic for the Corps to be quiet, especially when their publicly traded stocks were taking a nose dive. There was only one stock that had weathered the storm successfully and was actually making gains in the down market. Where there was a virtual media blackout coming from all the other Corps, Zaibatsu Corp was able to make press releases pointing out that it was inevitable that the competition's products would suffer these sort of mix ups given that the competition was so heavily invested in the Military Application of Augmentations.

A Demon in a business suit rez'd outside the chaotic scene that was unfolding on the NYSE trading floor and started walking to one of the trade terminals with a purpose. It's not like he stuck out or anything. Ever since the NYSE had moved from the physical realm to the digital, Demons, Cat Girls, Shark Men, Mermaids, Centaurs... they were all a common sight on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange. The one reason he did stand out from the others however was the fact that he was actually purchasing shares of CyCorp and H.A. Dynasty.

Stock Trade Confirmation said:
Code:
Trade Completed
CyCorp [CC] - 1,000,000 Shares @ 5.24 Cred
H.A. Dynasty [HAD] - 1,000,000 Shares @ 4.23 Cred
[center]---------------------------[/center]
These shares have been allocated to your portfolio.  Please access your portfolio for any further actions
Talasian's avatar smirked inwardly as he left the Exchange's trading floor confident that by that time tomorrow, he'd be a very VERY rich man.

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London 2056 | Gungnir Safehouse #2 | Edward's Retreat
Good Left Undone
Irina Rostikova​
[hr]

The CatEared Vidcaster was relieved to hear that her daughter was safe and being transported to the hospital where they would take much better care of her that time around. Since they were already going to be facing a number of law suits from the families of the augmented victims, the hospital staff would take the time to cross their Ts and dot their Is. Unfortunately, due to the scale of the bombing, the hospitals would be swamped by casualties. It was going to be a mess.

Releasing her friendly next door neighbor and military operative from a rather tight hug, Irina wiped away a few residual tears before taking a seat on one of the beds, the one that had the least amount of blood on it. The woman detached her tail from the anchor and tossed it aside in disgust before rubbing the tail's anchor site. There was a fair amount of bruising but that was to be expected. One could not simply use an augmentation as a Garrote and not expect a little pain for it later down the line.

"Whoever was behind it at Zaibatsu Corp is probably long gone or put so many proxies between themselves and the purchase of the warehouse that you'll never be able to pinpoint who it is exactly." The Young Mother said tiredly as she pulled out her Mobile Device and opened up a messaging app.

"I don't think that there's going to be enough evidence to implicate anyone these..." There was a sense of defeat in her voice as she continued typing, "Zaibatsu might be one of the smaller Corp houses out there, but they've learned from the big boys over the years. I should know since they're the sponsor for my show."

From what Karine could read from the message, it appeared that Irina was typing some sort of resignation letter to Zaibatsu's Human Resources department. The Cat Eared Vidcaster sent the send button, releasing her from her ties with the company that had betrayed her and placed her daughter in jeopardy.

"I know at least one son of a ***** that's going to get what's coming to him." The teary eyed red head said in reference to her former hacking compatriot.

Talasian had always been a close friend to Irina Rostikova and her family. He'd been there to help the then happy Rostikova-Cray family welcome their daughter into the world. He'd been there when the marriage between her and Nathaniel had crumbled into so much legal mumbo-jumbo. He'd been there to assist Irina in whatever way possible and she'd always been thankful for that. In the end, as it was with many a story, he'd been turned by greed and by jealousy. He sold Irina up the river and never looked back. IF there was one thing that Irina could do to repay him, it was to at the very least make his demise quick and relatively painless.

As she had been thinking about Talasian, she'd been accessing her online stock portfolio and selling all of her shares of Zaibatsu Corp. At the very least it would make a good severance package and it would go a long way to paying for the therapy that Sienna would need once she opted back in to getting augmented legs. Children were resilient that way.

Picking up her phone once again she made a call...

"Katya. Hey... God don't you speak English over there in America?" Irina asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Wut R j00 tawkin' ab0u7? 3y3 am sp3ak1ng 3ng1ish!" Came a voice that sounded like Irina's but different from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean

"Whatever. I need to call in a favor. Talasian. He's hurt Sienna." The Vengeful Woman said to the dial tone. Katya Rostikova only needed to hear that someone had hurt her neice. She knew what to do after that.

"That takes care of that." The StripKitty said to her next door best friend, "I left you the address of the warehouse. I think I'll go and see Sienna."

As she left the room, she noticed the Giant Go-Bot patrolling the hallways of the Safe House. She already knew of the existence of Viscus given the fact that she had done a story about him last year. It was only a matter of time before CyCorp would sent their Transformer to clean up this little mess. Ignoring Optimus Prime, Irina headed to the garage where she'd take one of the cars that would get her to the hospital.

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London 2056 | Gungnir Safe house #2 | Garage
Help is on the Way
Charlotte Sorrowfeld​
[hr]

The Lieutenant was spacing out while sitting in the driver's side seat of the car she'd just arrived at the Safe House in. The car was quiet, too quiet without the banter of ... no... he didn't exist, never existed. Blinking her eyes a number of times, Charlotte Sorrowfeld opened the door of the car and exited it. Looking around, the Police Officer noticed that the walking talking Vending Machine was nowhere to be found. It was just as well, she no longer needed to assist the thing in any way. Instead, she simply needed to prepare for the next operation.

Entering the building, she nearly crashed into the Cat Eared VidCaster and former bombing suspect, Irina Rostikova. The short feline-esque woman cast the Lieutenant a withering look before she entered the garage, the sound of a vehicle being started and exiting the building could be heard.

Shaking her head, Charlotte entered her bunk area and stripped off her grimy, blood soaked clothes and entered the showering area. As the scalding hot water ran down her body, Charlotte tried to organize her thoughts and plan out her next moves. The Rostikova woman had likely pulled the location of the Base of Operations for the Neos. If she'd done it without anyone noticing, chances were that the whole Neo cell could be taken out. If the hacker had been noticed, either the Joint Police and Military force would be walking into a trap or they'd find nothing but an empty warehouse. If CyCorp caught wind of this, it was likely they'd be sending over their own people as well, "people" like Viscus whose goal was to protect the company name. They would likely purge the area of CyCorp related materiel and end up hampering any investigation. They'd also kill anyone who could be remotely linked to CyCorp.

Stepping out of the shower, the Lieutenant put on a clean set of clothes and went to the Safe House's armory, grabbing a flak jacket, a 40 MM Pistol, a Military Style Carbine and some spare ammunition before spotting Miss Asagi.

"So. What are we going to do?" The Lieutenant asked, deferring to Karine's jurisdiction over this matter, "You know London PD is going to want a piece of this action... I want a piece of this action."

Which meant that this was Karine's opportunity to either let the Lieutenant go and shoot up a bunch of Neo-Luddite Assholes or go do some shooting herself. The choice was her's.

[hr]

London 2056 | Royal Refuge Inn | Lobby
Make It Stop (September's Children)
Elliot Aubergine​
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Normally one would never call the neighborhood where the Royal Refuge Inn was located paradise. As it was one of the crackier neighborhoods in London, it would be difficult to imagine people wanting to hang out in this area more than the area that surrounded some place, like say Buckingham Palace. Of course, this didn't mean that everyone felt that way. Dimitri for instance would have probably rather have been at the Buckingham Bombing attacks than facing his former girl.

There was a crash and the sound of shattering glass as a bottle was thrown at Dimitri. It was probably fortunate that Vermilion Weissbourd had poor aim considering that the bottle missed Dimitri's head entirely. It was not too fortunate for Elliot Aubergine since the bottle shattered against the man's forehead, sending the Officer sprawling against the floor.

Elliot stared at the ceiling for a while, counting the number of wads of gum that had somehow been stuck there. The sounds of approaching footsteps could be heard and a face soon covered his view of the ceiling. Vermilion's hair dangled down into the Officer's face as the woman leaned over to check on her victim, a look of concern gracing her face for a moment.

[color=E34234]"Good Lard, Elliot. D'ja haff ta get in the whey of me bottle?"[/color] Elliot's Informant asked as she attempted to assist the giant into a vertical position before being waved off.

"Hey Vermi. Long time. Did you really have to hit me with a bottle?" Elliot asked, thinking that the bottle was meant for him rather than Dimitri, "This is my associate, Dimitri Petrov."

Giving the bartender a sharp look the woman offered her his hand with the palm down.

[color=E34234]"Ples t'meet'cha, D'mitri."[/color] The woman said with a smile before turning to Elliot and giving the man a long a deep kiss, much to his apparent surprise.

"MMMMMMFFFFFFFFFF!!!" Elliot mmf'd as he wondered what in the hell was going on.
 

Texas Joker 52

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~ Karl Adler ~

As the nearby paramedics started to swarm around the wounded, including Young Sienna and himself, he had to sigh softly even as he forced his hand away from what was left of his left arm. The two of them were quickly led to to an ambulance, particularly after he motioned for them to take them both together, and Sienna was quickly sedated. But she still managed to ask one last question before finally slipping under.

"W... what about a wheelchair? Do... do you think... thah you cud m8k a wheel share dat rollz over peeeeeple?"

Karl couldn't help but laugh, and he gave her a surprisingly genuine smile.

"I'm sure we can come up with something along those lines. For now, just rest. The doctors will take care of the rest." he said, before adding, "And these are the real thing. No impostors here."

Turning to the paramedics, he held up his hand to get their attention.

"This little girl has been through hell, and was kidnapped because there wasn't anyone keeping an eye on her. So you're not to put me under in any way, and I'm to stay with her, at least until her mother arrives. Understand?" he told them firmly.

The medical personnel simply nodded. They knew better than to argue about medical protocol with someone already entrenched in the Corp world. Besides, it wasn't like they'd be able to give him a sedative without his permission.

"Sir, I could give you a pain blocker." The Medical Technician offered, "It will block the nerve impulses that transmit pain along your neural pathways but it won't sedate you. You'll at least be comfortable."

Sienna looked around through the haze of sedation and smiled. She had been given something that was not what Karl was given but she didn't look like she minded. In actuality, she was glad to be under the effects of the drugs that had been administered to her intraveniously.

"Is Doctor Rabbit going to be okay?" The young girl slurred the question.

Doctor Mercy Rabbit, one time employee of CyCorp. Fired for breaking certain protocols during human trials though it was done under the orders of the board. Her whereabouts were unknown for a time since people who left positions similar to her's seldom ended up having a happy ending... in fact a vast majority of them ended up meeting agents like Viscus.

"A pain blocker would be outstanding right about-" Karl started with a grateful smile until he heard a familiar name and whipped to look over at Sienna with an impassive expression, "Did you say Doctor Rabbit? You wouldn't mean a woman by the name of Mercy Rabbit, would you?"

If it was one in the the same, the implications were disturbing. Doctor Mercy Rabbit was someone he had had a few dealings with during her time in R&D, including him eventually firing her personally for her more unorthodox methods. Ones that even he had to disagree with. Oh yes, he thought darkly, he could see her surgically attaching bombs to some poor bastards.

But why? To get at Cycorp? Was this a personal vendetta of hers, or maybe... Maybe she was hired because of any possible resentment of the company. She would be a tailor-made pawn for whoever was actually pulling the strings.

Sienna nodded her head, sort of, it was more a wobble than a nod. Despite all this though, the young girl maintained her smile and appeared to be far different from the abnoxious girl that had fallen out of her bed in the hospital demanding to see her father. Not that anyone could fault her of course.

"Mmmmhmmm. That was her name... she was really nice to me..." Sienna responded as she reached for something in her pocket and gave it Mister Adler. It was a datachip meant to fit into a mobile device, "She said that I should give this to someone..."

Taking the datachip, he looked at it with narrowed eyes before smiling at her and tucking it into one of his inner suit pockets. But the smile didn't reach his eyes, even as he reached over and lightly stroked her hair.

"You did the right thing then. Your mother, Miss Asagi and I will figure out what to do with it. In the meantime, get some rest. I won't be going anywhere." he reassured her.

[hr]

As it turned out, when they had gotten to the hospital, Karl had to be taken away from Sienna's side for a short operation. Most of the bullets that had taken off his left arm passed through his augments, all save one, which had still been lodged in-between the flesh and metal. Since it was a bad idea to simply leave it in there, they decided it was best to take it out in short order. By the time he had gotten back to the hospital room that they shared–at his insistence–he realized that he had had a few messages.

First was an email from Ari and Toshiro regarding their findings about the CyCorp HQ bombing. As it turned out, a CyCorp employee had walked in and simply blew up, causing the massive explosion largely on his own. He was essentially a corporate everyman: His record was spotless, with no previous misgivings about the company, no black marks to speak of, no real shine. No problems in his personal life either. All-in-all, there was absolutely no apparent reason for him to be a human bomb against the company that signed his paychecks.

It had been immediately followed up by an email from Karine herself. That one turned out to be a bit more interesting. As it turned out, the warehouse that the Neo-Luddites had used as a staging area had been purchased by one Zaibatsu Corporation: Another augmentation and robotics manufacturer, but one that wasn't as big a name as H.A. or CyCorp.

Whether or not Zaibatsu was the source of the Neo's bankroll was potentially scandalous and definitely intriguing. Perhaps they were using the attacks against CyCorp and H.A. to help bolster their own business. After all, if the two biggest names in augmentations suddenly had their stocks in a rapid decline, any of the smaller companies that weren't involved could easily swoop in and snatch up the profits that were waiting to be made.

Regardless, he wondered if the person responsible for the farce at both the diner and Buckingham Palace would have been smart enough to leave Zaibatsu components out of the bombs makeup. No, he thought as he slowly shook his head, it probably wouldn't have occurred to them. Wouldn't have needed to, since it was clear that only the two mega-corps were being targeted. Chances were, they were only careful because they likely only chose H.A. and CyCorp manufactured components.

Of course, that also left the datachip. He turned to look at his bedside table and stared at the small sliver of plastic. He had been tempted to plug it into his own cell phone, since it looked like it would fit easily, but he resisted the urge. No, better to wait until Karine, Irina, and preferably a few other computer experts were nearby to supervise. Best not to take chances.

The door to the hospital room opened and allowed a taller than average woman with red hair and cat ears into the room, her eyes wide from having to go through so many extra layers of security that the hospital had enacted in response to the recent kidnappings. Stepping into the room, Irina Rostikova immediately rushed over to her daughter and checked on her, tears refracting the light that the room's windows allowed in. Sitting down next to her daughter's bed, Irina waited patiently for Sienna's eyes to open.

Through the illusionary veil of privacy offered by the curtain between the beds, Karl Adler heard the sound of a woman crying silently. It had been a long day. Emotions were running high and the climax brought on by the Buckingham Palace Bombings, the death of Felton Billings and the discovery of Talasian's treachery had left everyone rather exhausted.

When he heard the door, and the sound of quiet sobbing on the other side of the privacy curtain, Karl forced himself to sit up.

"Miss Rostikova, I hope?" he called.

The sound of a curtain being drawn back echoed through the room as they were drawn back by a suddenly alert and armed Irina. There was a pistol in her hand, one that she'd managed to sneak past security due to the fact that her augmentations set off metal detectors. Her eyes quickly identified who it was that addressed her.

"Mister Adler," Irina said as she wiped the tears from her eyes, "What are you doing here?"

There was a tinge of suspicion in her voice. Despite the fact that she knew that Karl was one of the parties responsible for saving her daughter, he was still part of the machine that had spawned this whole debacle.

Karl quickly held up his remaining hand when a pistol was leveled at him, but she lowered it once she recognized him. Once she did, he had to exhale a sigh of relief. After Buckingham Palace, he wasn't exactly a fan of firearms being pointed in his direction. Not that he was a fan to begin with,

"I'm here because when Karine and I were driving up to Buckingham, the Palace Guard saw fit to fire at us and, ah... Disarm me by mistake." he said dryly as he motioned to the capped-off shoulder.

"I've been keeping watch on Sienna so that we didn't have a repeat of last time." he said more gravely.

Irina nodded in appreciation. It was nice of Mister Adler to take the time to watch over Sienna despite the fact that he could have probably been taken to a private facility. Sienna needed to see a familiar face when she woke up and if Irina wasn't able to make it on time, at least Mister Adler would have been there.

"Thank you, Mister Adler." Irina said quietly, sitting in her chair. There was a moment of awkward silence as the Cat Eared VidCaster tried to decide what to speak of, "It looks like Karine will be helping with the mop up operations against the Neo cell responsible for this."

Speaking of Karine, was there something going on between her and Mister Adler? She had seen a hint of it at the Safe House hadn't she? But this wasn't necessarily the time for that.

"And, I've got my own loose end to tie up." Irina checked her mobile device, waiting to see if Katya had gotten back to her on that little task.

"I get the feeling that this these attacks run deeper than just a single Neo-Luddite cell. But still, it's good to know that at least this cell is being taken care of. I'll have to speak to Karine and give her my thoughts on the most recent findings, regarding the CyCorp bombing and the fact that Zaibatsu Corp seems to be involved." he said, frowning thoughtfully only to break into a wide yawn.

He smiled apologetically shortly after.

"You'll have to excuse me. I haven't actually gotten any sleep since the night of the bombing, and I'm wiped out. Now that you're here, I think I'll take the time to get some rest." Karl told her, before laying back on the hospital bed.

It wasn't very long at all before he had fallen asleep.
 

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London 2056 | Gungnir Safe House #2
"Grand Theft Auto: London 2056"
Viscus​
[hr]

During the conversation regarding which lead to follow up next, Viscus was mostly out of the loop as he focused on his single objective, figuring that the others weren't really going to provide too much assistance in that task (And would even hinder him).
However, Irina did have a point, there was little hope in finding the actual manager who made the call at this stage, at best he could shake down a few people and possibly flush out who the other employees believed would do such a thing, but the odds of that working were slim.
However, the information regarding a warehouse which was believed to have been used by the Neo-Luddites was deemed to be pretty useful, but if Irina just handed that information over to both the police and military, then the odds of him even getting a peek into their inner workings before the entirety of both LPD and The Army flattened the place was starting to decrease.
He had to get to that location first.

Closing down his investigation program, he walked out of the room stating
Code:
[I am en-route to a possible lead. This is where we part ways. Thank you for your co-operation.]
to the women in it, namely Asagi, before making his way out of the building (or at least appearing to).
Once he was outside, he began to consider his transportation options, looking over to the police cruiser that Charlotte had driven them here in.
The woman herself wasn't to be found, she was most likely inside the safe house, worked for him, her constant attitude contributed little to his operation.
Making his way over to the car, he scanned the inside to see if the keys were still inside, which they weren't, the policewoman most likely still had them.
Time to correct that.

[hr]

Through process of elimination, Viscus found which room Charlotte was in, she was currently having a shower, Humans were always concerned with their appearance.
It wasn't easy for a figure of his size to sneak in, having to move as slow as possible to decrease the amount of noise his servos were moving.
Following the source of the mist, he glanced over at the policewoman's naked form before looking for her clothing, finding them in a damp heap as the blood slowly runned into the drain.
As he crouch walked towards her clothing, he rotated his head a perfect 90 degrees in order to keep an eye on her, to be sure he would be in the clear if she was to spot him.
Once he was near her clothing, he turned his head back to normal and quickly checked the pockets before fishing out the keys.
Pocketing them, he then booked it for the exit, a lot less worried about being detected now.

[hr]

Now equipped with the keys, Viscus wasted little time before making his way into the driver's seat, quickly adjusting it to his size before firing up the engine.
Punching in the location of the warehouse, he then slowly rolled the car out onto the street before silently sliding away.
Least until he was out of range of the Safe house, at which point he then turned on the sirens before burning rubber towards his target.
 

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The Most Generic of NPCs
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London 2056 | Hospital | Trauma Ward
Plots within Plots
Katya Rostikova​
[hr]

Looking up from her mobile phone, the mother of Sienna Rostikova-Cray noticed that Mister Adler, Sienna's benefactor, had fallen asleep. The afternoon glow of the setting sun filtered in through the room's panoramic windows and shined upon the visage of Karl Adler, his face peaceful after for the first time in hours. The Cat Eared VidCaster allowed herself a smirk as she wished whatever was going on between Mister Adler and Karine well. Looking down at his lap, Irina noticed that the CyCorp General Manager not only had his mobile out but a datachip as well.

Ensuring the her daughter was resting peacefully, the Curious Kitten creeped over to where the man rested and gingerly took the datachip from him. Examining it, the VidCaster saw that it was a standardized datachip manufactured for mobile devices. Sliding the small data vault into her phone, she touched the screen and noticed that the data that was housed on the chip had been encrypted. Not for long however. Whomever had encrypted the chip had used a commercially available encryption application, one that had been cracked several months ago. Irina knew this because she'd covered this in one of her episodes of "HACK THE PRANETO!"

Accessing an application, the data on the chip was soon displayed in clear text.

\\dev\sdc0001 said:
Code:
[b]File List[/b]
Manifests 
Emails 
Message.txt
The VidCaster frowned for a moment as she opened the text document. Ever since the advent of computers, the text document had been present. Written in unaltered ASCII, the simple document could be read by any device ever made.

Message.txt said:
To Whomever Finds this Message:

My name is Doctor Mercy Rabbit. I was doctor with CyCorp's Research and Development Division until I was forcefully resigned by their board. While I was there, I was in charge of human trials for their military applications projects. I did my job as they requested and when the human rights violations were discovered, I was sacked and was handed over to the authorities. This was the cover story that given to the public. In actuality, CyCorp is holding my sister hostage in their South African Branch Offices. I was given this directive. Install the Augmentations that have been provided on the patients that have been provided.

Since my departure from CyCorp, I've been assisting in a project designed to eliminate some of the smaller competitors in the Augmentation market. Under the supervision of one of the Post Neo Luddite Groups, I did as i was told and I found out what information I could. Included with this message is a copy of the shipping manifests and emails that I was able to copy from one of the Post Neo Luddite Members. It shows that there was one man responsible for sending the augmentations that I installed on my patients.

Upon discovering what it was I was installing on my patients, I became horrified and looked for a way to sneak this information out. If you're reading this, the young girl that I gave this chip to is hopefully safe. The next thing for you to do, my reader, is to find the one in CyCorp who was the head of this project.

Find Nathaniel Cray.
The CatEared VidCaster'a eyes opened wide as she read the last line in the message and could help but laugh softly to herself. Nathaniel? Nathaniel Cray? The late Nathaniel Cray, her ex-hudband, was responsible for this ... horror?!

CRASH!

A television remote control crashed against the sunlit window, cracking the the glass. Next to Irina, Sienna tossed a bit in her drug induced sleep. Karl on the other hand did not have the assistance of pharmaceuticals to assist in his rest.
 

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"Kazuko Wright. Yes. I remember you now. What do you want?"

"Well I was wond-" Kazuko didn't get four words into his sentence before he was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. Turning towards the sound, Kaz cocked an eyebrow at the scene taking place on the far side of the Royal Refuge Inn's lobby; a woman helping an absolute colossus of a man (who was bleeding lightly and covered in broken glass to boot.) while a 2nd man looked on. Kaz let the scene play out for exactly 10 seconds before nonchalantly turning back around and resuming his conversation with Rudolf, after all, such sights weren't exactly uncommon in the inn, and both it's proprietor and the DJ/Hacker knew better than to interfere with someone else's drama.

"I was wondering..." Just as quickly as he resumed his conversation he paused, if only for a second, as synapses in his brain fired on overdrive with the realization that after the words about to come out of his mouth were spoken, there'd likely be no going back.

"If Isaiah Kaligian still hangs about here. I haven't seen the bastard in ages and I owe him a drink, after everything." Kaz said with a friendly grin. He didn't really owe Isaiah a drink, but he hoped the promise of a willing customer, would help persuade the stout Armenian.