The Hunt is On {PLOT}

[Locke F. Herald]

Locke nearly slapped his forehead. Why would you antagonize someone like that? His conscious wouldn't let him observe a little kid get run over by a human steamroller.

So he ran around the corner he was hiding by, stowing his book.

"Garion! Hey what are you doing, we're gonna be late for class. You know how much trouble we'll get into if you're late again!" He grabbed Garion's arm and pulled with a good deal of force, if need be he would overpower the boy to get him away from this muscle man. Then they could tell the people whose job it was about these obvious intruders.

After all, if you could believe the points Garion made, and the false ID, that seemed the only possible conclusion.

[Garion DeLuse]

Garion attempted to wrench his arm back.

"Locke! What are you doing!? You can't just-" Then Garion realised the obvious coverup, and the wisdom of having one. After all, he had already proved his point, and now he had to get away before he ws complettely annihalated.

"But I was just having a back and forth! But yeah, they will get mad if we don't get to.... uh... The World Around Us!" he adressed the two men.

"Sorry about all that. I was just pulling your chain! I knew you guys wre real inspectors, so go right in. Maybe I'll see you again!"

With that, Garion bolted, trusting Locke to lead the way.

[Admin]

Niplik had been about to faint. The kid had all but called him on the badge, and had looked to be ready to turn him in. Or worse: unleash some supernatural death ray on him. Once the lie had crumbled, so had Niplik.

And Stephens had been about to taze the child into submission. Then he could just get a few more and all would be good.

Then Locke showed up.

Niplik smiled at Locke, waving fingers and attempting a greeting.
Stephens just shifted.

They both didn't interrupt as the two boys exchanged a hurried conversation. It looked like the perfect set-up, and Niplik almost collapsed in relief:

Locke led Garion away.

Stephens nodded, and started inside himself, falling right behind the two students. Niplik had to hurry to catch up.

"W-W-w-w-w-wait for us!"

[Locke F. Herald]

Like Hell Locke thought as he heard the nervous man's calling from behind him. The boys were moving at a near run, and Locke spoke as quietly as he could to Garion.

"Garion, don't antagonize someone four times your size, he could have squashed you like a bug! We need to find one of the teachers, or an Agent, or someone. They don't belong here at all, and we both know it. Plus, I don't think you are ready for combat, cause I'm sure not. So let's try and find someone who can put a stop to this whole mess." Locke said, moving through the halls.

[Garion DeLuse]

It was harder work for Garion to catch up to Locke, as his legs were far shorter. Still, his legs pumped fast, and he considered using telekenisis to make his faster, but it would be too akward; he hadn't even tested it and it would drain him too fast.

"I was just trying to find out if those people were legitiment. Can't always judge by appearances. I was in a hall full of witnesses... with super powers. Who are we going to tell? We need an Agent, or a least a Tutor that can take care of themself."

[Admin]

Witnesses wouldn't be good. For that matter, witnesses that could run and get help would be very bad.

Niplik darted forward now, gasping for breath. He stopped to shout and point at the two younger boys, flailing his arms and clearly panicking.

Stephens darted past him, taking the time to clobber his "partner" over the head, leaving the unconscious doctor behind. The massive bodyguard jerked his taser out, aiming it carefully.

Bigger meant more dangerous. Simple. So Stephens had to take out the larger boy, the one with the cat ear. Come to think of it, cat ears were probably a sign of some super power.

Grunting, Stephens fired the taser at sprinting Locke. His aim was good, and the boy probably wasn't paying attention. But you never know...

[Locke F. Herald]

"Well, if we can find anyone it's a better start then-" Locke didn't get to finish that sentence, as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was then that he felt a prick on the back of his neck, and felt the electricity flowing through him. If he knew it was coming, he might have been able to dampen it, but not by surprise. His arms snapped rigid, and his body fell over as his muscles seized. Why even his tail was stiff, as if under rigamortise, though he was not dead at all.

He thudded to the ground, his hand still clenched around Garion's arm. That was a problem with electric shocks, they contracted your muscles, meaning he now had quite a death grip.

[Karmine de Arcadia]

It wasn't much for subtlety, but you couldn't expect much from Stephens. Jefferies was another one sent here, but he had chosen to sneak in through a window instead of using the front door.

Just because this was some superhero place, didn't mean that they weren't simple ways to break in. And he, luckily, came up the hall just as the little cat eared freak hit the deck. The other boy was stunned now, for but a moment, and that was all Jefferies needed, wrapping his arm around the boys neck.

"Now now, don't move, wouldn't want to...miss." He informed his captive, placing a syringe into his neck and injecting the serum into him. That was designed for a full sized human, so it would knock this kid out no problem. He then spared a glance to Stepens.
"The front door, honestly? Almost got your cover blown by a couple of half-pints."

[Admin]

"Niplik," grunted Stephens, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. Jefferies had a point, it was a very obvious entrance. But it also let them test the security, which had turned out wonderfully lax. Two strange men had been allowed to simply stroll in. And there weren't even guards or anything around. The Director would have kittens.

Stephens thudded over to the two boys, nudging them with the toe of his shoe. One was out from the shock, the other would be dropping soon, if what was in the syringe was what Stephens suspected.

Niplik arrived then, looking as nervous as ever. He saw the boys, and pointed a shaking finger at them. "Y-y-y-you s-s-s-shocked them! They're unconscious! W-w-w-we're not done y-y-y-yet! W-w-w-we have to figure out w-w-w-what's..."

Stephens shot him a look, then went to Jefferies. "They've seen us."

That should be more then enough. Simple: they'd seen Stephens and Niplik, and their cover would be blown soon. After all, they hadn't exactly been clever in getting in here. Jefferies, on the other hand...

[Garion DeLuse]

Garion couldn't stop the syringe from entering his body, nor the sedation from entering his bloodstream. The chemicals were pretty strong stuff, and he missed his window of opportunity to attempt to TK these goons.

Garion fought to stay awake through half lidded eyes, and cried for help. The cries fainted into a whisper, and he was out.

[Karmine de Arcadia]

"Well then..." Jefferies said. "Grab those two and beat it." He said gesturing to the two unconscious kids. "I didn't come alone, we'll see if we can't round up a few more. If something goes bad, we at least need something to show for our work. After all, too much greed is taboo." He said with a grin, inserting the syringe into a bottle hidden in his coat pocket, and refilling it.

"I've got a few more doses of this stuff, plus whatever my partner decided to bring with him, so we should be fine. We'll meet up with ya at one of the safe houses, now get moving!"

[Garion DeLuse]

Brett walked beside Jefferies, a half bottle of cologne in hand. The thin man had a sharp pointing chin on his bony face. He had been constantly spraying himself with the cologne, strong-smelling mist spritzed onto about every physical inch of his body as he shook his head.

"I hope this was well worth the me almost falling into that sewage in the sewers, Jeffr-"

Brett looked up at the other pair of operatives, then the open front door, eyes wide in shock and outrage.

"ARE YOU FRIGGEN KIDDING ME!? THE FRONT F**KING DOOR?!" The quick to anger man's pointed face reddened, turning a bright crimson. His hands flew to his taser. then pepper spray... then army knife. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the colour of his face revert back to normal.

He eyed the two kids.

"Ah! you caught a few of the little buggers. Must have been tough to get a freak and a toddler." A small sneer crept up on his face. Children were number one on Brett's hate list. Freaks were number five.

The constantly out-doing-him Stephens was about number three.

[Admin]

OoC: way to slide in there, Garion. Fate approves!

Stephens snorted. He didn't like Jeffries and Brett outdoing him. But he also couldn't very well argue with Jeffries's statement. He'd been more or less suggesting just that.

So the lumbering bodyguard walked over to the two, tactfully ignore the raging Brett. Stephens bent over, sliding Locke over one shoulder, and tucking Garion under an arm. Even if the two were to awake, they weren't likely to slide out from under one of those beefy arms.


"R-r-r-r-remember!" insisted Niplik, taking a step forward and raising a reprimanding finger. "You're n-n-n-not to hurt the s-s-s-specimens any m-m-m-more than you have t-t-t-to! They're important!"

He glared at Brett, unaware that he looked utterly ridiculous with his large glasses. hardly enough to threaten someone like Brett.

"We should have distracted them," said Stephens. He shifted the kids then looked at Jeffries. "Try and find some specimens with decent powers. We're heading out."

He nodded to Niplik, then headed down the hall, clearly figuring that the front door would be a bad idea for a second time around.

Niplik glared at the other two men, raising a finger. he then lowered it, chewing his lip. He glanced over at Stephens, then at Jeffries and Brett. "D-d-d-don't hurt them!"

[Garion DeLuse]

((Hah! so what I had in mind! Minus the hair..))

Brett smiled evilly at the cowering Niplik. His custom monocle flashed in the light as his Swiss army knife flashed out of it's case.

"I'll be as gentle as a baby. Ever seen The Omen?"

He smiled still as he put the knife back, and turned to Jefferies.

"So, do we just pick a brat, see if he's got a power, club him and put him in a sack, or what?"

Brett, as I may have mentioned, hated kids. If it were up to him, kids would be all killed at birth or given to prisoners as a crueler alternative to capitol punishment. Filthy vermin, cluttering up shops, stinking up airplanes, constantly whining for freebies from their parents, then crying if it isn't good enough for them.

[Karmine de Arcadia]

"I would say, no more young lings. Maybe try one a bit older, like the one we let back? They might be stronger, but better risk means better reward, don't you agree? In any event, this place will be crawling with kiddies soon, we should move on." He said moving towards a hallway. "Better be careful, no telling what kind of freaks exist here."

"After all, maybe the powers develop with age, might be better to get something more potent. Let's see if we can find one in use, that will give us an excellent selection."

Almost as if a godsend, a directory by the door pointed out a location Jefferies jabbed his finger on.

"Training Area. You agree?"