*Knock Knock* Candygram

by **Narrator** » Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:34 pm

A man in a red suit knocked on the heavily guarded service entrance to the Order's complex.

by **Cyclone** » Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:51 pm

Chloros, being the only one in the vicinity who was anything higher-ranked than a grunt-level guard, sighed and looked at a monitor to a camera outside. The man looked fairly harmless to his eye, but still seemed suspicious. He ordered several guards over to answer the door, while he stood back and observed.

"I don't remember being told of any field agents returning tonight. If his credentials seem suspicious, kill him."

One of the guards opened the door, asking in a gruff voice, "Wha'd'ya want?"

by **Narrator** » Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:53 pm

"Delivery for The General," he said, wheeling a silver cart forward, covered in a white tablecloth.

by **Cyclone** » Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:57 pm

The guard looked back at Chloros, who shook his head ardently.

"Back away from the cart!," ordered the guard, raising a hand that buzzed with electricity.

by **Narrator** » Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:57 pm

"Yes sir," he said, taking four steps back.

by **Cyclone** » Mon Jul 18, 2011 11:59 pm

Chloros frowned, backing away.

"You, kill him. The rest of you, examine the cart. Now."

by **Narrator** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:04 am

Under the tablecloth was a lidded serving tray, which smelled good, even over the smell of charred flesh from the man in the blackened red suit, as well as a bottle of wine and a card.

by **Cyclone** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:08 am

"Sir, all of this looks innocent enough to me..."

"That's because you're a fucking dolt. Give me the card, dispose of the rest of the rubbish."

by **Narrator** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:11 am

The card read "to the General, from your loyal subjects at the Cantina Vinopolis
please don't kill us"

Under the plate was a huge, juicy steak, and a nice baked potato, and some peas.

by **Cyclone** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:18 am

Chloros looked the card over and then pocketed it.

"Duly noted," the green-skinned mutant muttered. Apparently the fools at that establishment don't know how to properly send a gift.

"Fine, wheel it in."

"Yes sir."

"You heard what I said, dispose of the rubbish!," he shouted, waving a hand at the charred body.

"Of course, sir."

Chloros followed the soldier with the cart into the service elevator. "You know the drill. Have some of the prisoners do a taste-test, and scan it over for radiological, chemical or metallic anomalies. Quickly, before it gets cold!"

"Yes, sir," replied the guard. "This elevator won't go any faster."

Once they got out onto the appropriate floor, some lab techs, apparently used to this sort of thing, wheeled it into their laboratory, pulling out all kinds of elaborate scanners that they started pointing at the food and cart, and one of them started to cut some of the steak with a scalpel.

by **Narrator** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:34 am

The cart was reading something off the scale, some sort of metallic anomaly of an odd kind--though, one they were not entirely unfamiliar with. More of Faultline's handywork, here.

The steak tested as "delicious".

by **Cyclone** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:48 am

One of the techs picked the food up off of the cart, then knelt down and started examining it more closely.

This made Chloros frown. Again. "What's the matter?"

"Oh, the food seems to be fine," the round little scientist replied. "This cart, though, I'm not so sure about," he muttered in a very low voice, taking away from it.

"Why not?"

"Ah, you see...I think this came from Faultline," he whispered.

"Get rid of it! All of it, now!," Chloros barked.

The lab techs scrambled to grab everything, cart and food, to throw it all in an incineration chamber. Because what kind of respectable lab wouldn't have one of those? And tesla coils. Yes.

A couple of the techs brought everything into the chamber, and barely got past its threshold as the door started to close...

by **Narrator** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:49 am

FOOM fire! And everything buuuuuurrrrrrned!

There was a quick thump on the other side f the door, and then--silence.

by **Cyclone** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:59 am

"Open the door. I want to be sure."

"But that was a lot of heat we just expo-"

"OPEN IT!"

"Y-yes, Sergeant..."

The timorous scientist opened the chamber door, even sent the lab techs back in the look more closely.

by **Narrator** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:00 am

The flames had done their job, there was no sign of anything.

No sign. Of anything.

by **Cyclone** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:12 am

"Hm. Normally, there should be at least some residual material left over."

"Looks well and disposed of to me. Back to what you were doing, all of you." The lab techs nodded, and guard saluted, and everyone returned to their previous business.

by **Cyclone** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:14 am

Later...

Chloros was asleep in his quarters, sawing logs.

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:15 am

Quietly...ever so quietly, from the trashcan, the wadded up note twisted, and a tiny, tiny Legion emerged, tiptoeing towards the door, and shimmying under the crack.

by **Cyclone** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:21 am

Unless some loud enough sound was made, Chloros was likely to sleep right through it.

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:23 am

Legion escaped into the hallway!

Not growing to fullsize quite yet, he began to stealthy get his bearings in the massive complex.

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:26 am

Despite his sneaking soon a clawed foot (well, more like a paw really) came down in front of him, cutting off his path.

"There you are." Atropha says, looking down at him.

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:28 am

Legion instantly cut to one side, dashing away from the foot and springing down a hallway as fast as he could---knowing if he got TOO large, all kinds of sensors would start going off.

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:29 am

When he starts running though there's already a hand there to grab him.

"Are you trying to get yourself caught?" she hisses quietly.

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:30 am

Instantly, Legion tried getting really hot--no trusting ANYONE, right?

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:34 am

atropha mumbles something in Egyptian. Nothing seems to happen, but if anyone were there to notice they'd see a veil of some kind settle over the two of them to cloud them from whatever sensors Hellsmith might have around. After that she quickly drops him before he can burn her hand.

"Will you just listen for a moment? Else she is going to notice you." she whispers.

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:37 am

He stopped for a moment...but got all spikey and nasty looking.

"Three seconds."

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:39 am

"I can help you. In fact I'm already doing so by hiding you from Hellsmith. But that requires a nominal amount of trust and you telling me what you're looking for."

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:39 am

"Why should I trust YOU."

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:40 am

"Because you don't have many other options."

"I could just sound the alarm. I'm risking something here too by even talking to you."

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:42 am

"Wheels within wheels. That's what you order folks do. I don't believe you for a second."

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:43 am

"Very well, wander around the hotel until she notices you then. It won't be long, that I promise."

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:44 am

"You think this is my first rodeo?"

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:45 am

"No but I'm fairly certain it'll be the last for this particular you."

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:47 am

"Wanna bet?"

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:49 am

"I don't have to."

"Listen. I know you're here to either spy on us or sabotage something. If you tell me what I can point you in the right direction. All I'm asking is that you tell me what you find out."

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:50 am

"And why would I do that? So you can scuttle off to your masters?" he said...though his head was titled to one side, as this was odd for an agent of order--not by the book at all.

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:52 am

"The only people who think they're anything remotely close to being my 'Master' are the ones who'd expect me to turn you in immidiately. How does Sara put up with your idiocy?"

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:53 am

"FAULTLINE," he said, and irrationally leaped for her, furious.

by **Atropha** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:54 am

Atropha swats the tiny Will out of the air and into a wall.

"Will you be quiet!" she hisses. "You'll get the both of us caught!"

by **Legion** » Tue Jul 19, 2011 1:55 am

The spikey bit would hurt Nailah's hand, which would also go numb, but Will slammed against the wall and stuck there.

"Don't you DARE call her that, you bitch," he whispered out.

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