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Post by Clio on Aug 25, 2011 21:32:48 GMT -5
What's that about popping hoods?
Patra, ma petite, please make your way here. Now. Clio does not want some strange humans poking about under her hood. Especially since she doesn't exactly have a normal engine. That's where Patra connects!
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Aug 25, 2011 21:54:42 GMT -5
The lighter man gives the darker one a withering look. "Franklin, do I need to remind you what kind of badges we carry?" he says, whipping his out of his coat pocket. "If we want to, we can cut the fancy cloth hood open on a Gina, or a Dinah, or any other car we please, and the owner can damn well thank us for protecting their national security!" he exclaims, pointing an accusing finger at the sports car.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 25, 2011 23:12:49 GMT -5
The darker man snorts, and a quick shake of his head suggests that he's rolling his eyes behind those dark glasses as he mutters, "The kind of badge no one's even heard of?" It's hard to get people to think you when they don't know who you are! Then he brings his hands up in a gesture that's half placating, but half exasperated shrug.
"Look, I was just thinking that if we did decide to look in one of those things, we might want to start with one that's not going to show tampering, but if you want to cut open the cloth car, we can cut open the cloth car!" Well, of course they can. The lighter man is the boss, of course.
Counterpunch still does not stir, even as the two discuss cutting him open. If that does happen, however, the game changes. The attempt would give him away, anyway, since his armor, no better than average on the scale that Transformers judge by, is far stronger than cloth has any business being.
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Post by Clio on Aug 27, 2011 21:07:03 GMT -5
"Excuse me, gentlemen!" Patra calls out, approaching the group of vehicles with a confident strut. "But who are you?"
As the men don't appear to be staff, perhaps Patra can pass as an employee and hurry them on their way. Or at least prevent them from peeking under any of the Decepticons' hoods.
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Post by Swindle on Aug 29, 2011 20:06:41 GMT -5
"Do Whatever We Want And Get Away With It Badges, that's what kind. I didn't say we were going to, just that we could. Obviously we're not going to cut up the fancy car when we can just pop the hood on one of these other ones. That would be crazy," the lighter man responds rapid-fire, but with a certain amount of smug satisfaction.
The G-man whirls to face Patra as she approaches. "I'll ask the questions around here! Who are you? What's going on here?" he demands, unholstering his Geiger counter.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Aug 29, 2011 20:48:52 GMT -5
It's possible that Franklin might have had a reply for the lighter one, but any such words are pre-empted by the arrival of Patra. As the other whirls to face her, he takes up position to the right and slightly behind the lighter man, putting on his best 'Official government lacky on official government business' face (which is really quite good).
Counterpunch, meanwhile, finds himself annoyed and frustrated that 'Lucy Franklin' is probably a fairly common name. He'll have to narrow searches to those related to aliens in some way. That is, once he can access the internet again.
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Clio
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Post by Clio on Sept 4, 2011 20:23:14 GMT -5
Patra crosses her arms firmly and tilts her head up slightly, glaring down her nose at the man addressing her from behind her dark shades. "I work here," she bluffs, giving the Geiger counter a suspicious look. "You, however, do not, so who are you what exactly are you doing here?"
Countering questions with questions is easier than coming up with a false explanation on the fly. However, it helps to have a giant alien robot in your mind to back you up, and as Patra speaks, Clio helps her formulate some excuse to use should the men keep questioning her.
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Post by Swindle on Sept 5, 2011 17:49:51 GMT -5
"Oh yeah? Let's see some I.D." the lighter man demands, glowering behind his sunglasses and moving the business end of the Geiger counter over Patra. "We are on official government business, and there is something fishy going on here, missy. It'll reflect well on you if you cooperate and turn over any information you have."
Even Swindle's customer-service honed patience is wearing thin. The arms dealer is about a microchipbreadth away from just extending his scatter blaster from his roof and rendering both humans into their constituent atoms.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 5, 2011 18:46:07 GMT -5
Counterpunch continues to sit there, like an ordinary car. A very expensive shapechanging car. But not one that turns into a robot.
Franklin also remains quiet, though not particularly car-like as he watches Patra, expression stoney. He nods faintly in support of the paler man's words.
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Post by Clio on Sept 8, 2011 18:52:40 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Patra says as Simmons waves the Geiger counter over her, glowering back at him from behind her own sunglasses. "I think I should be the one asking you for I.D.."
But that would only be a delaying tactic wouldn't it, given that these men are with the government and she is not. Perhaps she and Clio should just play decoy and try and lead these men away so the other Decepticons can work. Tutting and making a show of muttering about nosy government employees thinking they can just waltz in a do whatever they want, Patra rifles about in her handbag and produces a piece of identification - a fabricated driver's license. It certainly doesn't say she's an employee at the VLA, but she holds it out low and fairly close to her body and partially hidden by her hand. If one of the men wants to read it, they'll have to come nearer and look down.
And if one of them does, she intends to use her free hand to show him her other piece of I.D.: A punch to the head.
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Post by Swindle on Sept 10, 2011 12:13:25 GMT -5
Simmons is more than happy to show Patra his I.D., flashing his official badge at her. He relishes the act, in fact. "Thank you for your cooperation," he says, less than politely, as he reaches out to snatch the driver's license from her hand.
It's not like she can do anything to him. Hitting him is a federal offense.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 11, 2011 20:28:39 GMT -5
Mikey tenses as Simmons reaches for Patra's ID. He doesn't quite have his superior's belief in the inpenetratablity of the law. He watches the Nebulan closely, ready to react in case she tries something.
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Post by Clio on Sept 12, 2011 18:52:58 GMT -5
Patra does, indeed, try something, because as far as she's concerned Decepticons - and accomplices - are above the law. While Clio takes note of the particulars of Simmons's badge and Simmons snatches her I.D., Patra swings her free fist in a mean left hook at his head.
Doors unlocked, please, sweetheart! she thinks to Clio.
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Post by Swindle on Sept 17, 2011 14:45:37 GMT -5
To say that Simmons thinks of the law as an impenetrable shield would be misleading. He thinks of it more as a very permeable shield that he can also bludgeon people with when he wants to. When Patra deals him a tooth-loosening blow to the face, he rolls with it, ending up on his hands and knees on the ground.
"Oh, that was such a felony. Bag 'em!" he says, spitting out a wad of blood and drawing a taser from his coat as he rises to his feet.
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Counterpunch
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Post by Counterpunch on Sept 17, 2011 19:16:11 GMT -5
"Hey!" exclaims Mikey, reaching into his own jacket for his own taser. "You really shouldn't have done that, ma'am," he declares, turning it on and stabbing it towards the Nebulan while he tries to grab her with the other hand.
And then the GINA's engines roar to life.
"Wha-?" Franklin's eyes widen and he glances back towards the car, distracted for just a second...
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