Society of Justice 3: Crisis on the Earth

[socialtangent]

"Give 'im a moment"

It seemed that Mordtoten shared Levi's disbelief. He sat down, shifting uncomfortably in his seat while Mordtoten downed what was left of his drink. The man next to the distraught scientist spoke up.

"Greetings, I am Dustin Stitch, this is Herkimer Mordtoten, who is no doubt reeling from the scientific implications of your existence...

"It's...a little more complicated than the science, I'm afraid," Levi replied. "Levi Harland, by the way."

Dustin started to reach for a handshake, but Tommy's incredibly enthusiastic entrance cut that gesture short. In true Tommy fashion, the man stormed in and gave the now-terrified Dustin a powerful hug. Shortly afterwards, Jason entered. Levi gave the Keyholder a polite nod as he sat down next to Tommy. It was nice to see his teammates again, especially after what he'd been through recently.

He returned his attention to Mordtoten. There was an elephant in the room only the two of them could see. The sooner it was addressed, the sooner they could move on. Levi cleared his throat.

"Mordtoten..."

Levi paused uncertainly. Did he even go by his surname in this universe? What did he prefer to be addressed as?

"I know that my being here is a bit of a shock. I'm still dealing with the implications this has for my own life as well and..."

Levi's expression softened with sympathy.

"...I know it isn't fair to you. I wouldn't be surprised if my very existence made you angry. All I can say is...I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I wasn't the one who started this nightmare, but I feel so terrible about what's happened in this universe. And what's happened to "me". And what's probably happened to you..."

His words began to drift away. Levi wasn't sure if there was anything left to say, but he hoped his intent was conveyed. As heart-wrenching as this meeting was, it couldn't hamper their efforts to return home.

 

[tsatoma]

"Thank you for the 'elp Thomas. This will get taken care of," Renee told Tommy as she looked through the various paperwork inside of the purse, pouring Dustin a drink before handing the items to Serdar. "I'll tell my brother to come over, and you can 'and these off to 'im. 'E'll know what to do, and will 'opefully find this person before they go back under the radar," she said, watching Serdar nod and head out before typing out a few messages on her phone, "If any of you want something to drink, you are more than welcome to a glass or two."

Mordtoten nodded at Levi's heartfelt words, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking up. "It is quite a shock. I suppose it is to be expected...not all universes would have the same things happening in their timelines...there would always be some discrepancies. I am not angry, just shocked. Perhaps a bit torn. Maybe even some annoyance thrown in there as well. It wouldn't be your fault for what happened to your counterpart here Ba- Levi. It was his own choice," Mordtoten said in a calm manner, clearly uncomfortable with the situation at hand. It had been a hardship what had happened so many years ago, and Mordtoten had put much of the blame for it on his own inept parenting. "I appreciate the apology though. I'm sure when I tell Cecilia about this she would be grateful as well."

 

[Captainguy42]

" Happy to help, and don't mind if I do." Tommy replied as grabbed a pair of glasses and poured two drinks. He slid a glass to Brian, and as he started sipping his he sized up Dustin. He looked just like his father but younger, there where no grew hairs around his temples, fewer wrinkles, his face was thinner, and his eyes less tired. It wasn't simply that this man looked more youthful it was also a darker air about him. His father was a necromancer, he had never been the most saccharine figure by any stretch of the imagination, but he had always had a glint of warmth in his eyes. This man had none of that, instead there was a certain lethal quality in them. He wasn't just looking at people he was looking into them. When he met Tommy's gaze, Tommy could not help but think of his own mortality.

[hr]

Dustin thanked Renee for the glass and started with a hearty gulp of whisky. The burning in his through was a lovely distraction from his present company. He didn't even bother to chastise himself for the obvious mistake he made introducing Mordtoten. Instead he simply took another sip and did a thought exercise to calm himself, he thought of new ways to kill people. He started to look around the room and his eyes laid upon Mordtoten, Draw him away from his lab with a false contact pretending to be an old friend who had defected, then send a sniper to meet him. Levi. Same plan as Victor. Jason. Feed information of whereabouts to UA, their Keys will do the rest. Renee. Try to kill Roman. Weep at massive casualties sustained in your failed attempt to kill Roman. The last and only time he had seriously made one of Roman's children a subject of his thought experiments had lead to very tense conversation on top of Mt. Everest. Brian. Stun with a concuss blast, then remove and dispose of the head. Tommy. His train of thought came to an abrupt end when they matched gazed, he had been watching him the entire time. Dustin broke eye contact and looked back at Mordtoten. Damn that boy, just looking at him gives me the chills, and what in the bloody hell is with his eye? In an effort to make his sudden change of gaze seem less forced, he asked Mordtoten, " So Mordtoten, just how confident are you that you can return our guests to their home?"

 

[socialtangent]

"I appreciate the apology though. I'm sure when I tell Cecilia about this she would be grateful as well."

Although the name didn't ring any bells, Levi instantly knew who Mordtoten was referring to. He felt a tight ball of emotion punch him in the gut. He wasn't quite sure what the emotion was just yet, but it took a moment to suppress tears.

"That means a lot to me," he said finally. "More than you know."

There was so much he wanted to ask. Who exactly was Cecilia? What did she do in life? Where did they meet? Where was she now, and was she safe? The questions whirled around in his mind and as much as he wanted to ask them, no words formed. An uncomfortable silence formed as English completely failed him.

"So Mordtoten, just how confident are you that you can return our guests to their home?"

Dustin's own question sobered Levi enough to realize there was no time for this. He wanted to know more about his long-lost parents, but returning home took priority.

Levi cleared his throat. "I'm wondering the same thing actually. Mordtoten, how do you plan on helping us anyway?"

 

[tsatoma]

"So Mordtoten, just how confident are you that you can return our guests to their home?"

"Well," Mordtoten started, taking a few moments to gather his thoughts on the subject that he knew everyone was so interested in, "I know I can. It all comes down to exactly how much time it would take though. You see, parallel dimensions and all that were things that I was always very interested in...however, I have not worked on any of that in a very, very long time."

"I first started to work on the theories and basic groundwork for dimensional travel back when I was working for United America all those years ago. Patriot was interested on the subject, but he was less interested when he was told exactly how long it would take for anything fruitful to come to it. After that, everything was shelved on the subject for ventures more in line of weapons and such. That was the end of that until after I had safely escaped from United America and made it here. Once here, I went back to all of the notes I had and began working again on projects."

"Of course, nothing really came from it other than simple prototypes that would not be able to send any of you back. They were smaller, and more for just exploring. A number of years after I began taking the European Union's military contracts, and that was pretty much the end of the universal projects except for some random ideas that I'd have every once in a while. So the question on how long it would take to make you a device that can send you back is a tricky one. I would have to reread all the notes that I've made in the past on the subject, see what I can salvage from the older works, and make a device that I've never fully made before and try to calculate it to be able to send all of you safely to the exact universe you are originally from. Along with fulfilling all of the contracts I also have going on right now," explained Mordtoten as he tried to explain the situation that they were putting him in as best he could.

"So, a few weeks then?" Garrus asked after stepping forward, having waited to make his presence known until after the scientist was done speaking.

"I wish. If there were ways around a few of those then it could take less time, but as of now...maybe six months at best. And even then, there is the chance of that things do not turn out as well for your group," Mordtoten said, looking at Garrus hoping for him to give him some good news.

"Uh...well, I know we have some really smart people in the Society that could probably help. Levi and Taryn know their stuff, and Ethan knows electronics pretty decent. I know that the Mordtoten from our universe made cameras to check out the various places first, and that when we were sent through we went through a bunch of other universes or dimensions before we landed here," Garrus told the group, hoping that that could help in anyway.

Mordtoten sighed and nodded, giving Renee a look of uncertainty on the situation. She nodded and said, "We can 'ave some of the less important contract work loaded off your back for you to focus a bit more on 'elping them back 'ome. Some of it we can postpone even, perhaps only 'ave you supervise."

"That does take a bit of stress off my back. I wouldn't say no to any of the help that your group can give as well. I know that you can pay off some debt by just helping me out," Mordtoten told Garrus, who showed some slight annoyance that everyone seemed to keep reminding them about the debt they owed. "I have a research lab in Dunkirk that has the all of my previous work regarding this subject. It isn't in use currently, but it should not take longer than a few days to get it back up and running."

[hr]

None of them are any of my friends, Leland thought solemnly, disappointed that his search for the Society seemed to never end. He did not want to stay in this place any longer than need be, especially after being attacked and chased numerous times while following the trail of the Society's goings. The road to get to them had certainly been dangerous, though Leland had been lucky each and every time so far.

Magic barely works here. Everyone is trying to kill me. They can track me down whenever I use magic. This place sucks, he thought as he looked over the edge of the cliffs that branched out of the last place the Society had been before crossing the ocean. They just had to make it difficult to follow them. My map doesn't even show me where they landed yet; I hope my magic picks up once I'm further away from this place.

Down below he got a slight jolt of voices rushing to his head. For the most part it was the normal chitter-chatter he was used to, but it seemed now that they had noticed his presence. "I'm not even a bad guy," he muttered bitterly, having read more than enough in the random newspapers he had found to know that he was definitely on the side of good in this particular instance. As he heard of a patrol group being sent out to look for him, he made a beeline parallel the cliff. He ran until he reached a beach that allowed him access to the water. "Time to go. Let's see if I can do this," Leland told himself, taking a step onto the water. When he didn't fall through he gave a sigh of relief, taking a few more steps before he started to run across the water with the map in one hand and his pendulum pointing out the direction to go in the other.

 

[NeoAC]

The science stuff was all going over Brian's head, but the main thing he had been waiting to learn was loud and clear, and it was not what he wanted to hear.

"Six months? Come on there now, you've got to be kidding!" he exclaimed. "I mean, jeez, that other guy back home he had that right off the bat. Sure you can do something quicker than that! I don't want to be stuck doing the French thing that long! I stopped speaking that long ago!" Brian slammed his head down on his arms as they thudded on the table, still upset over this time frame given.

 

[Captainguy42]

"Oh I got an idea Brian!" Tommy said, good eye lighting up with bolt of inspiration. " What about all you're old research back in the States? What if we all go, grab it, and then you can use it to work on you're machine! I mean that's gotta help you speed things up right?" He asked, looking quite proud of himself.

"You want to got to the "States" by which I believe you mean the heard of United America, the place that we just spent considerable resources and energy to liberate you from." Dustin asked in a mild, almost derisive tone.

"Ya we just head over, go to where they're keeping the information, grab it, and head back."

"How simple. And I don't suppose you know where they would be keeping this highly classified scientific data?"

"No but I'm sure someone there would."

"And they would tell you because of their love of spandex and gaudy costumes?"

"I was thinking more because they didn't want to get thrown in low atmosphere, but if they like our outfits that would work to."

Dustin didn't respond, he just shot a glance over to Roman, You know, even if this entire venture is as foolish as it seems, we could certainly gain quite a bit from letting a band of Super humans with a grudge loose on the UA.

 

[tsatoma]

"Young man, six months is being very generous considering what you are asking for. One ever so slight miscalculation, something so incredibly minute that it would seem to be nothing worth bothering with, could you to all of you being flung out of this universe and into nothingness. Something that we cannot even comprehend. So understand that this time frame I've given is for your own safety," Mordtoten explained calmly, though he did not seem amuse that Brian couldn't understand what he was talking about.

Tommy brought up the potential research back in United America, causing Mordtoten to pause and think over his proposal. "Yes, that could help out. I'm not entirely sure of where they would be keeping my old research though if they still have it. There are a few places it could be filed away in, but it would be dangerous to break in any of them. And they'd start locking things down once they find out. You would need to know exactly which one, and not many people would know about them in the first place."

"Only the important higher-ups of the government that are, coincidentally, the hardest to get to would know," Roman said after pouring himself some wine that he had taken from the kitchen. Taking a sip, he responded to Dustin. Doing that would just get them captured or killed. We can put them to better use than that if we can plan this out.

"Well we could at least try it out. Not all of us of course, but just enough to get it done," Garrus chimed in, "If you can get us all the details about it than I say we try it."

"I'm not going to even pretend like I know about what it takes to do it. I'll leave that to the people who know about it," Mordtoten said, looking over at Renee and Roman. Roman just shrugged, muttering something about him needing time to think about a plan.

Renee, however, had an idea. "Tomorrow, I'll let your group know what needs to be done for this little mission 'ere and where else your 'expertise' will be needed. In the morning, I shall 'ave a few meetings with others to figure that out. Until then, I do not 'ave anymore to say on this subject," she explained as she broke her silence on the subject at hand.

"I say meeting adjourned for now, unless anyone 'as anything else?" Renee asked, waiting just a moment before standing up and pushing her chair in. "Herkimer, your usual accommodations here are available."

"Thank you. In the morning I will leave for the lab and begin making it ready for work," he replied, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"Tyson, a word?" Renee asked the man who had entered the apartment a while ago as she walked by him, heading outside onto the balcony.

 

[socialtangent]

Levi frowned. Tommy's suggestion was crazy. Granted, the kind of crazy he was accustomed to as a member of the SoJ, but still crazy. It disheartened him a little more to hear Mordtoten and the others considering it seriously. He wasn't keen on returning to the Orwellian wet dream that was United America, or facing Lector again. And besides, he had to remain here to look after Taryn.

With a heavy sigh, he looked towards Tommy, Brian, and Garrus. "If they come up with a plan and you guys really want to go through with this, I'm not sure if I'll join you." His attention turned back to Mordtoten. "I think I'd be more useful here. I'd like to lend my help to construct this device. After all, I am a scientist."

 

[Pm0n3y]

"...unless anyone 'as anything else?" Jason managed to let out an stifled "Uh-" before Renee quickly departed the scene, taking Tyson with her. "So, was that a rhetorical question, or...?" Erebus questioned the occurrence. "Well, anyway..." The Keyholder sat up in his seat, opening his eyes, brightening his expression, and overall showing his attention as Levi provided his opinion.

"If Tommy's plan actually follows through, then i'll stick with him. I'm a bit more versed in magic than I am in quantum physics, anyway." He volunteered, flexing his fingers and shuffling a bit in his seat. "And by 'a bit more', you really mean 'not really all that much'" Erebus piped up again. "Yup." Jason shot back quickly. "A 12th grade education can only get you but so far." "It was more in vein with the magic claim, but okay..." "What? Kids learn magic in public school too, don't they?" "...Ohhhh child." Erebus concluded the back and forth, head in claws. "What?"

 

[elementsoul]

Tyson hadn?t had slept nearly enough for what he was going through and almost considered making Serdar kick down the door, or rather just go get a key since his boss owned the hotel, and force him to leave but decided to just comply.

Once he was back into Renee?s apartment Tyson hit up her bar for a drink, but ultimately decided to just make full use of her built in water dispenser and took an apple from a fruit bowl. While he ate it he listened to the ongoing conversations and decided that he had nothing to add beside internal dialogue. Levi ignoring what they had talked about before bothered him a little, but given the situation the man had been through recently, he easily let it go.

The plaques and pictures hanging on her walls were something that he felt deserved a little more time to go over. Numerous photos of Renee and what Tyson assumed were various members of her family. Those started out as many from when she appeared to be a baby with her parents and two other brothers. Then it was just her more often by herself or with one parent than all of them together. Before long she had grown into a teenager and a new sibling appeared with both of her parents again. Next she was in the military; various pictures of her with other personnel and more notable Serdar. Those disappeared quickly and returned to just her family and with herself and Serdar, often apart of a premier or opening of some sort.

A single photo stuck out from the rest as it was the only photo containing this person. Both Renee and this man were standing out in a country side smiling like Tyson didn?t believe Renee could. So she wasn?t always a soul sucking *****. Tyson thought to himself, before Renee walked past him.

"Tyson, a word?"

Tyson followed Renee outside despite the lack of a coat or jacket. It didn?t matter; Tyson could tell that this wouldn?t likely take long.

 

[tsatoma]

"I know you might not be so keen as to remember your brief stay in Alaska earlier, but I'm going to need you too. Was there anything, anything at all, unusual when you were there? I'm looking for more of a, 'why is this 'ere', than a 'why am I in a foreign place such as this'? Do you understand what I mean?" Renee asked Tyson after closing the door behind them once they stepped out onto the porch. Leading him to the answers she wanted could net false information that could jeopardize the plan that was just beginning to take shape. Remaining vague for now to see what he could recall on his own could bring better results she hoped.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean. It was like I was experiencing living through another person, another creature rather. I wasn't so much seeing as hearing and everything seemed kind of strange and a bit blurry. Trees exploded, a random bear appeared and attacked me like I turned her cubs into a new pair fur boots, and then I was getting half flayed before causing the cliff I was on to collapse taking the bear with it. Bishop said something about that airhead Palin hunting me or something, but beyond that I'm not sure that I'll know what you want to know." Tyson said hoping that what he listed off afterwards might give her something that she wanted, or lead her in the direction of it.

Renee bit down on her lip as she listened to Tyson recalling what he knew, shaking her head once he was done. "I'd prefer to 'ave confirmation that she was there at all instead of just sending some of your group in blindly to find 'er. Maybe taking a look at scouting reports will give me some concrete information," she mused aloud, looking at her shoes while trying to come up with other options, "That is all I needed to ask. Thank you, even though I did not get what I need. That is what the multitude of resources are for."

"If you're talking about Palin, I wouldn't know if she was there. I'm new to the whole sound as eyes thing. If this universe is that same as mine, she hunts wolves from helicopters, so bears might not be too far gone from her hunting prowess. If I were you, I'd just check the report she probably put out. Either someone found a ton of trees that exploded from the inside out, or she was there watching hunting that bear. Based on what Bishop said it doesn't matter, she's hunting me regardless of if she knows it's me or not. If a tree blows up like that again, you'd be sure that she'll show up rifle at the ready." Tyson said as he left the balcony and Renee's apartment back to his own hotel room.

It is going to be a busy night, Renee thought before heading back inside.

[hr]

Chronic insomnia came in handy on nights where there was work to be done, and Renee certainly had a lot to do once everyone left to go about their business. Planning out missions was an in depth and time consuming process. And I need to find something for those staying behind to do, Renee thought once she sat down at her in-home office, taking the filled out papers the Society had filled out and taking a look at them.

"Let's see...who would work best for this?" she asked herself as she opened up each one and glanced at them. She continued to look between the files before settling on three, placing those to one side separate from the others. "Now comes the best part of these missions planning." The bulk of her night was spent on going through the scouting reports from the last few days, calling up to verify information, minimizing the potential location of the target, and notifying people who needed to know about the mission.

Once the planning for the mission was finished, she moved on to finding things for the rest of them to do which proved to be a far simpler task. Putting their powers to use where needed was what she focused on, keeping most of them in the nearby vicinity in case she found something else for them to do. Not sure who will go for the second part of the mission, but that will be for another night, she thought after stifling a yawn, finishing up for the night.

[hr]

After a quick breakfast, Doctor Mordtoten took his leave with Renee promising to send some people his way to help clean up his lab. "You will get a few members of the Society 'elping you out, and I'll send my brother that way whenever I see 'im today," Renee said, walking Mordtoten to the elevator. "Hah, just send him. He'd clean the place up in a flash," Mordtoten replied stepping into the elevator, bidding farewell as the doors closed.

Renee walked over to the staff desk and picked up their phone, making an announcement that went over the various room's phones to meet in her home in ten minutes. She heard the rustling of people waking up from her announcement as she went back into her home, taking a seat at the head of her table as she waited.

Soon enough everyone started filing in in various states of alertness. "I 'ope you all slept well," Renee greeted, handing a thin dossier to each one, "It took some time last night, but I managed to come up with both jobs for everyone to do and something that could lead to getting back 'ome quicker."

"Levi, Taryn, and Ethan shall help the good Doctor in building a way to send you all 'ome, with the majority of you providing various amounts of security and legwork that I am sure Herkimer will require," Renee began, reading off from a larger file that she had made, "Katie will get to see some sights when she goes to 'elp some of the much-needed produce producers that feed the numerous mouths of Europe's inhabitants. Brian's power will be put to use in various 'ospitals in that 'elp those most in need. Garrus, I 'ave yet to assign you anything specific since the wanton destruction that your powers bring do not necessarily aid anyone. I'll 'ave something for you soon though."

"I selected Thomas, Jason, and Rowan to partake in the mission I 'ave set up to retrieve a certain United American individual who can give us some answers on where to find Herkimer's old information that was left behind regarding universal travel and all that. Once the information 'as been collected we'll move on to actually collecting the data, which will require much more planning and will involve a number of you to complete it," she told them, mentioning she would get into specifics on the mission to the three members in a while.

"Any questions?" Renee asked to the Society, taking a sip of juice as she watched them read the dossiers.

 

[NeoAC]

Brian looked over the folder he had been given. It was pretty straightforward; help people with basic injuries, free up time for the doctors to work on the more critically ill patients. It made sense given what he could do. Plus if things weren't too busy, it would leave ample time for taking in the sights, and sample the wares of the city. Even if there wasn't going to be a decent beer to be had.

"No, I don't think I have any questions about this here," he answered as his stomach growled. He was more eager to get some food into him then go over this any further. "Still not happy, you know. Bout the whole months thing. But I guess if I can do something during it, it'll be all right."

 

[Captainguy42]

Tommy skimmed through the dossier, a close reading would have no better as the documents inside was a gumbo of initialisms, acronyms, and military jargon. Still after a few minutes he managed to extract the basic gist of the document:


1. Go there.
2. Find the guy.
3. Don't kill guy.
4. Make sure others don't kill they guy.
5. Ask guy questions.
6. Get back to France without getting killed.

It struck him that he wasn't used to dealing with briefings like this. The SoJ normally didn't plan mission, the closest they got to a briefing most days was Garrus running out of the shower to interrupt their lunch and explaining that Major Crime was threatening to kill the judges of America's Got Talent or something. From there anything resembling a plan was entirely off the cuff. He looked up to Renee, "Alright, seems good, when do we head out?" he said.

 

[tsatoma]

"As soon as I am finished going into detail about your mission," Renee replied to Tommy, ushering for himself and Jason to take a seat. Once the two did, she opened up a file that had the same information they had been given, "You will be teleported to northeastern Russia by my father, and 'e will 'elp you get over to Alaska; where your target is. Alaska 'as the weakest amount of magical resistance in United America, making the teleportation the best way to infiltrate it."

"Your target is a woman named Sarah Palin. She is a 'igher-up in Patriot's regime, and just so 'appens to be on the 'unt for a certain creature that did quite a bit of damage in the Alaskan wilderness just a few days ago. You will get a 'old of 'er and radio in so that she can be transported to Russia for a brief amount of time, and then will place her back. 'ow you do this I will leave up to you, though I 'ave always been fond of the more stealthy tactics."

"Palin will be traveling via a military 'elicopter fitted out with all the basics needed for tracking and 'unting game, along with two 'ighly armed guards and a pilot. No kills would be preferable, but at the same time we do not want this to be potentially linked to the European Union in any way, shape, or form. A 'elicopter mishap, or simply going after too big of game than what they were prepared for would be better culprits for this, understood?"

"If you have anymore questions, I'm sure my father would be willing to answer them. It will be cold there, so I 'ope you bought a jacket," she told them, sending a quick message on her phone now that their brief was done.

 

[Pm0n3y]

"Okay, seems like a simple retrieval mission, doesn't seem to difficult-did...did she say Sarah Palin? You wot?" Jason raised an eyebrow at the mission briefing, more surprised at the target than of the potential fat stacks of security the target would most likely be surrounded by. "Sarah Palin..." He mumbled as he mulled over the objective once more. He wanted to question why they couldn't just be teleported straight to Alaska, but it most likely had to do with some sort of extraneous magical-middle-ground rule that he didn't really feel like commenting on. "Oh wait, she's touching down with next-to-no security. Never mind~" Okay, by the way things were being explained, they could be in and out before-"...though I 'ave always been fond of the more, stealthy, tactics."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." Wide eyed, Jason slowly turned to his partner. "I think it's safe to toss those tactics out the window." Erebus piped up. "What? Nahhhh, it'll be fine, he'll be fine, everything'll be fine, it's fine it's it's fine." He tried to reassure the situation. "Tommy...you can be stealthy, right...?" He asked the seven-and-a-half-foot tall bruiser if he could just keep it down for once. It was like the equivalent of asking if a carnivore could stop eating meat, or if a certain Keyholder could stop falling for the same girl over and over.

 

[Captainguy42]

Tommy quickly looked back through his file, " Sarah Palin? How did I miss that? I guess I sort of trained myself to block her out whenever she shows up." He then turned to Jason. "Stealth? I can do stealth, I mean how hard it can it be? Just be really quite, hide under a cardboard box, and put the KO'ed guards inside of broom closest in compromising positions."

 

[tsatoma]

"The two of you seem to be somewhat familiar with Palin, good. I am sure that will come in 'andy for the mission," Renee said to the Jason and Tommy, taking a look at her phone after it beeped. "Looks like you will 'ave to get clothes while at the outpost. Good luck on the mission," she told them with a satisfied smile, watching as the two vanished before they could even reply.

Looking at the rest of the Society that remained, Renee waved them off. "The Doctor's laboratory will not be ready for guarding just yet. The mission your companions were sent on should only last a day altogether; so I suppose you all can 'ave the day off before your work begins. Unless you want to be productive and go help with laboratory cleanup that is."

[hr]

"I had put it somewhere obvious...where did it go?" Roman asked aloud as he looked over his living room. He recalled that he had put it on the couch earlier, but now it was nowhere to be seen. "I'll never find it like this," he muttered under his breath as both Tommy and Jason appeared in the room, turning to address them. "Well, I see that neither of your are dressed for the occasion. Not too much of a problem; we'll put you in adequate clothing for the Alaskan wilderness. Just give me one second and we shall go," he told the two heroes, taking another sweep of the room.

"Hu- ah, there you are my boy. Have you seen my cloa- oh, you've found it. Why thank you for the help," Roman said to a young man that had practically appeared out of nowhere who handed him his cloak. "Tommy, Jason, this is my eldest son here, Hugo."

Hugo looked over and waved at the two. He was a thin young man, though not as tall as his father. He had strawberry blonde hair that was cut short on the sides and longer atop, and wore a simple white shirt and red jeans. "Nice to meet you," Hugo said before turning back to his father, "Somet'ing I can 'elp with?"

"No," Roman said sharply as he adorned his cloak, looking at his disappointed son before adding, "I do think that Renee will be calling you for some help with Doctor Mordtoten's next project. I am sure he will need all the assistance he can ge-" Hugo had already vanished before Roman could even finish his sentence; leaving the sorcerer talking to thin air.

"That will keep him busy for a short while. Always need to keep him busy. Anyways, let us go to the outpost now," Roman said as the trio's surroundings shifted from a comfortable living room to a decrepit looking room with a few sparse signs of life. Numerous maps lined the available free space on the walls, numerous notes written on each one. Roman moved towards a table that had its own map laid across it, looking over it and beckoning Tommy and Jason to come over.

"These are the last known whereabouts of Palin," he started, pointing at a red circle on the map, "The furthest I can get you safely would be along this green line here; not too far away from the target but it will take some traversing to reach her. Plus it could give you the opportunity to set up a trap if you decide to go that way. She is currently on the hunt for a creature that had decimated some of the area, and her weaponry will show that. Get her back on our side of the green line and I will teleport you all back here briefly, then I will place you all back in Alaska and you can drop her off. Be careful. More importantly, do not let them suspect anything. There should be some clothing in the trunk over there; once you are ready to go let me know."

 

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Tommy popped open the trunk's lid and was pleasantly surprised to find a set of clothes that could actually fit him. He didn't bother taking off his current outfit in favor of layering." So when we get her how are we suppose to contact you? Click our heels and think of home?" asked Tommy as he pulled on his snow pants. When he was dressed his outer-wear was head to toe snow camo. It wasn't military grade, simply the stuff one would find in any hunting store complete with a white ski mask.

 

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Jason followed after Tommy, taking slightly longer than the bruiser to rummage around the massive clothes trunk. "I don't really need extra clothing...the armor easily handles most extremities, weather included..." He mumbled as he passed over various parkas, pants, and suits. "Not to mention the whole 'limited movement' thing that tends to go down with these types of coverings..."

"Yeah, but I doubt the blackest, black armor coupled with glowing blue cracks would be the stealthiest thing out in the wintery wastes of Alaska." Erebus pointed out. "Well yeah, I know that. Why else would I be looking through this trunk-?" He spotted something. He pulled it out as he stood to his feet, revealing a long cloak, as white as the driven snow. "This'll do." He swung it over his shoulders, and fastened it shut around his neck. As Tommy queried more on the mission, Jason did the same.

"And uh, how're we gonna capture her? Y'got some sort of sleep spell, or chloroform handy? Or maybe one of us could just put her in a sleeper hold or something..." Clearly rambling again, he nudged Tommy. "Like, y'know what i'm saying? Like, she'd put up a fight if one of us got a hold of her, and I don't want to compromise the mission by her yelling for help or something..." He stopped himself. "Eh, ah, it's cool, don't worry about it, i'm rambling, we'll figure it out when we get there." He swung the cloak's hood over his head, its fur lining obscuring his vision some.