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Post by Clio on Aug 10, 2011 22:32:05 GMT -5
"Pleasure to meet you, Jacob."
She may have missed that little perk, but it's hard to miss when Jacob's attention drifts from her to this Antigeneratrix thing. It's hard not to feel a little put off, but she'll try not to take it too personally. After all, he's not the only one of these young men who are suddenly much more focused on the tour than they were before.
Doing her best to keep her face straight, Patra strums her fingers against the laptop case, not sure how else to let Frenzy know that something might be up. Or at least that this particular bit of technology is especially interesting. Getting Clio to radio him might trip some sort of warning bells.
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Post by Frenzy on Aug 15, 2011 12:36:24 GMT -5
Jacob glances back at Patra, then deliberately slows to drop back with her. He gets an elbow in his side from one of the other young men. The tour guide has stopped to introduce the group to an unlucky scientist wandering the halls at the wrong time, so there's time for a quick question.
"I'm afraid I'm due back at base this afternoon, Miz Patra, but could I take you for lunch sometime?"
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Post by Clio on Aug 15, 2011 14:14:54 GMT -5
Oh look, Patra's young suitor has returned for the moment! Smiling a little, she says, "That sounds lovely."
She has no phone number to give him, but she does rattle off an e-mail that begins with MadameSnakecharmer. Perhaps a little unorthodox, but really the internet seems to be ubiquitous in the developed parts of this planet. Clio finds it to be absolutely fascinating and thinks she could spend decades just studying the creation of the internet and its impact on human culture. "Drop me a line sometime, darling."
Patra might even take him up on the offer if he does. Maybe. Maybe not.
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Post by Frenzy on Aug 15, 2011 17:19:29 GMT -5
Jacob grins and offers a quick salute. "I will, Miz Patra."
He drifts forward again. Several of the young men take out inhalers, press the tops to activate them, and toss them to the floor. The tour guide looks puzzled, and all the young men yank film-like clear masks over their mouths and noses.
The inhalers hiss, and a white fog spreads through the hall. It covers everything, but Patra and Frenzy can hear the thumps of bodies hitting the floor.
"All right," Jacob says, muffled. "Get on the horn, I want those cameras down. Red Three, pop the locks."
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Post by Clio on Aug 16, 2011 20:51:06 GMT -5
Patra may have expected that something odd was going on, but the suddenness of the gas attack still takes her off guard and she curses. Her head begins to spin as she inhales the chemical fog, but whatever it is, it wasn't designed for regular Nebulan biology, let alone a Nebulan who was rebuilt to be a living fuel filter. Unlike the people around her, Patra remains conscious.
Consciousness won't stop her from dropping to the floor, though. Wouldn't want to look out of place as the fog begins to clear. She lays down with her head right next to the laptop case and whispers to Frenzy, "So much for boring."
Patra, get out of there immediately, Clio demands.
The Nebulan smirks beneath the curtain of her hair, peering up through the beads at the now masked young men bursting into activity around her.
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Post by Frenzy on Aug 19, 2011 18:55:09 GMT -5
Frenzy snickers very, very softly. Best tour ever! In Cybertronian, so he sounds more like a muffled machine warble than a person, he says, "Wait for 'em to get it."
The fog cleared quickly, and now Patra can see black suited and black masked men working quickly. The little red lights on the two visible cameras are dead.
Two men are working to cut the armored glass between the hallway and the lab. They've almost got an opening big enough for a man to go through.
One man is unpacking something that looked like a wrist brace earlier. It's unfolding into something more like a carrying case, then one of the other guys steps up and starts attaching some plastic bits, inflating it. Frost visibly forms around the rims of the plastic attachments.
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Post by Clio on Aug 20, 2011 19:42:22 GMT -5
Sorry, darling, Patra sends back to Clio, Things are just getting interesting!
To Frenzy, she mumbles an almost inaudible, "Yes, dear."
Watching the men-in-black as best she can from her awkward vantage point, Patra tries to take account of how well-armed they are.
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Post by Frenzy on Aug 23, 2011 10:24:39 GMT -5
Not well-armed at all, from the looks of it. Given the equipment they've already brought in past Security, guns would have been pushing it.
Two men ease the glass down, while the third hands off the carrying case. The glass-cutter who takes it goes in after the Antigeneratrix and methodically detaches its cables and loads it into the case.
Jacob signals the guy who'd had the carrying case and the one guy who'd been standing around. "Make sure the coast is clear."
They nod and take off down the hall, one of them palming something small and rectangular. They're around a corner and out of sight in a matter of moments.
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Post by Clio on Aug 25, 2011 20:53:33 GMT -5
Good, that makes Patra feel better, particularly with the pistol she can feel pressing into her chest. It does little to reassure Clio, however, who would love to simply smash her way into the building and retrieve her partner. If it weren't for the order to lay low...
"Your plan, sweetheart?" she murmurs to Frenzy, hoping the noise of the men will continue to cover it up. Should they just wait until the thieves leave and everyone else starts to wake up? Clio says 'yes', but that seems so... dull.
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Post by Frenzy on Aug 30, 2011 19:35:43 GMT -5
"Get it when they got it packed," Frenzy mutters. "Nice'em do all the work, yeah, yeah?"
The Antigeneratrix is now fully loaded into the case, and the three remaining thieves are turning their backs on the tour group.
"Ten minutes to get this out and get back before security breaks through the blast doors," Jacob says. "Move!"
"-she is never going out with you, you realize."
"The gas is a short-term memory formation suppressant, too," Jacob snaps. "She won't even remember."
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Post by Clio on Sept 4, 2011 21:01:12 GMT -5
As the men turn away to head down the hall, Patra rises to her feet, laptop bag in one hand, the other hand hovering at the low neckline of her dress with slight indecision. As much as she likes an adventure and is getting used to being part of the Decepticon cause (or is at least ancillary to it), she's still a scientist, not a criminal. Stealing things and hurting people is... new. Clio reminds her that this wouldn't be an issue if she'd just stay put and not get into trouble.
Drawing her pistol, Patra mutters to Frenzy, "I hope you don't expect me to deal with them all by my lonesome."
Eyeing Jacob with her one dark eye, she takes a deep breath and prepares to rush forward and club lover-boy in the head with the butt of her gun.
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Post by Frenzy on Sept 10, 2011 15:48:10 GMT -5
If Frenzy could see what Patra was doing right now, he'd throw a hissy fit. Guns are for shooting! Not for clubbing!
"Throw the bag, throw the bag, throw the bag!"
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Post by Clio on Sept 11, 2011 18:15:19 GMT -5
Frenzy may be a seasoned warrior, used to killing robots and organics alike, but Patra is still thoroughly squeamish about the idea of murdering people in cool blood. Especially these humans who really, really look like Nebulans. She already has to deal with Clio performing dissections on cadavers. That is at least as fascinating as it is disturbing.
Breaking into a run, Patra swings the laptop bag and tosses it ahead of her, aiming for just in front of Jacob's bunch. "Remember this, darling!" she calls as she attempts to pistol-whip Jacob.
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Post by Frenzy on Sept 12, 2011 11:35:32 GMT -5
Frenzy is less seasoned warrior and more practiced murderer.
The laptop bag clips one of the mooks in the side, but he's barely got time to register that before a) Patra calls out, and b) a silvery spiky thing explodes out of the bag. It leaps forward, hits one of the men in mid-chest, then slams a spike into his eye.
There's a brief moment of total shock from all three of the men. Then Patra's pistol slams down on Jacob's half-turned head, and the man Frenzy is on drops to the floor.
"It must be Japanese," the other guy says inanely, clutching the Antigeneratrix in its case while he fumbles for his taser.
Jacob stumbles, then whirls on Patra, taser coming up and sparking. He's a little unsteady on his feet, though- another good blow to the head might do the trick.
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Post by Clio on Sept 13, 2011 20:08:31 GMT -5
Well, a tried-and-true killer either way.
Patra dodges out of the way of Jacob's taser, glad for his unsteadiness, and tries to follow up with another smack of her pistol butt to his head. "I'd go down and stay down, sweetie, unless you want to say 'hello' to my little friend?"
Which would be a rather lethal greeting, no doubt. She does her best to avoid looking too closely of the ruin that used to be the one mook's eye. Being distracted dealing with Jacob helps.
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