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The captain laughed. “I understand totally…thats part of the reason I authorized the call. The other part being that this is a populated part of town and…” he pointed to the two dozen cars that had belonged to surveillance agents, “I’m not going to allow a group of foreign spies to cause traffic problems, simply because they want to watch over Kreft.”

As the cheif spoke, the pandemonium began to calm slightly. THe officers had gotten the majority of those watching, and those they hadn’t gotten were by now at least a block a way, being chased by further officers. On the roof overhead, the Milesandian team was being booked for trespassing, the rest of the group was being arrested on charges of resisting a parking fine, assault on a police officer, and failure to comply with the order of a police officer.

As the chief laughed at how the reporters and agents were attempting to explain themselves, the captain beckoned over several officers. “Call the drug and alcohol unit…we got a group of squirrels here, taht I think they might want to take custody off.”

The officers nodded.

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>Their laughing was cut off by the cocking of a shotgun behind them. Turning, they saw a policeman, and three building guards, all armed, blocking their way off the roof. “Do you guys have a pass to be up here?” the officer asked.

“Yes, we do,” Agent Dumas stated.
“Can you show it to us, please?”
“Certainly.”
The young girl spinned around with a Fully Automatic 7-1-Tempo machine gun and started firing at the arresting officers, striking two in the legs.
Agent Harket, the only man on this job, kicked a building guard in between the legs and started running towards the other side of the building, fiddling with his watch as he went.
Agent Dumas and the young girl aent left their stuff and slowly followed Agent Harket.
All three jumped off the building, expecting to land on the ground or a vehicle.

They landed in a swarm of RPD officers.

They were apprehended and taken towards the patrol cars, to be booked for tresspassing. Harket looked behind as he was being escorted to the police vehicle. Suddenly, out of nowhere a black MMW 750iP turned the corner and started firing upon the vehicles. The agents struggled against their captors and broke free, running towards the 750 iP.

The RPD tried to catch the 3 agents, but were unable to after the doors of the 750iP opened up. They tried firing their guns at the car, but were met with a missile aimed straight at the heart of the police cars. Which all exploded in a blaze of glory.

The vehicle drove away, soon to be pursued by many police officers. They raced around the island for a little while, and soon turned down a road that seemingly ended at an empty pier.

“So, Agent 770, how do you think we’re getting home?” the young girl asked.
“Well, Missy, I think we’re gonna paddle home.”
“Huh?”
The car raced onto the pier, followed by many RPD car. 30 feet, 20 feet, 10 feet, Off the pier it flew…and landed. The RPD officers got out of their car and just watched as the car started to sink under the coastal waters. They watched…until they saw the car jet up out of the water, land back onto the surface, and motor away.

“We blew it,” Dumas said to everyone.
“This seems to be the way with any jaunt into Rillannon,” Harket sighed.
“Maybe we should get assigned somewhere else,” Missy responded.
“Let’s just get back to the rendesvouz point and we’ll get the next orders. In the meantime, I’ll contact MI7,” Agent 770 finally stated, as they drove out to sea.

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“CRAP!!! Get the PIZZA!!!”

As officers approached the van, a man in a pizza delivery outfit jumps out with a pizza box.

“Hello officer. I delivera the Pizza. Muuahh. Is Deliciouso!”

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Street Outside LadyRebels Bar and Grill
The cheif looked at the destroyed vehicles in front of him. “How many?” he asked.

“Well, they killed about twenty agents that had been arrested and put in the cars, along with seven officers, and around five civilians. Additionally, about twenty officers and civilians were killed as a result of the explosion…not to mention the two they shot up on the roof.” the captain responded, watching as the medics attempted emergency revival on several of the dead.

The cheif swore. “I want them dead. Period. Contact the coast guard. Contact the air force. Contact whoever the [Fark] you need to. Just kill them.” A third fire truck pulled in, as firemen continued to fight the blaze that had now reached the second story of the building across the street from LadyRebels bar and grill.

The captain nodded. “Aye, sir.”

Three thousand miles above the East Pacific
The satilite changed position slightly, and zoomed in on the car. Several minutes later, a license plate was run through the regional databse.

Off the coast of Crystle Isle.
“This is the East Pacific Coast Guard. Bring your vessel to a stop, immediatly, and prepare to be boarded.” The coast guard cutter pulled in front of the floating car, as a nuclear submarine surfaced behind it. Overhead, several helicopters could be heard approaching.

Packilvanian Vehicle
The cops looked at each other, then the Packilvanian. “Sir, you’ve been parked here for over an hour, and you haven’t paid the meter once. Which is a parking fine.” One of them said, smiling. “But you see, you just lied under oath, because it doesn’t take an hour to get a pizza out. Thereby, you’ve commited perjury. Which were arresting you for.”

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“I lied under zee oath? I don’t understanda? We Have zee oven in zee trucka. Come Looka!”

We are going to knock the officers out, and get the hell out of here. I think we may have hijacked Wach’s thread.

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ooc: Ha, no worries. I like organic growth in these things.

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Kreft’s aide steps back outside to survey the damage, sighs and walks over to the chief

Chief, the commander would like to request that leniency is granted in the case of those you arrest here. Many likely have diplomatic immunity and none have threatened him to this point.

I’ll have my fellow citizens on hand to provide aide and…

He quickly pulls a small bamboo tube (obviously hanging from his neck out of site before) from his shirt. In a moment, one of the mysterious agents running from the police falls to the ground.

help with the clean-up. I would suggest that you shackle that man before the sedative wears off and deposit him back at his embassy. We need no more loss of life today.

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OOC: Post deleted due to misreading earlier.

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OOC: I would have hoped that you looked at my info a little closer, because you would have noticed that my characters jumped off the back side of the building. FI, IL, FPS, etc. were all in the front of the building…which is where the agents were originally watching. They ran to the back of the building, and into only RPD officers, rather than any other security force, as most others were being arrested. Figured I’d go for a James Bond type of scene.

IC:

“These guys just don’t quit, do they?” Agent Dumas said, in exasperation.
“Apparently, they really want to get us,” Agent 770 replied.
“They want to board us. My question is…how can a person board a floating car?” Agent Harket moaned.
“With a nuclear sub in back, and an aircraft carrier in front and helicopters above…what do we do?” Missy replied.
“Give me a moment,” Agent 770 replied, as he typed into a computer. After about 2 minutes, he closed the computer, flipped open a switch, and pushed it. Everything in the car started fizzling, frying, and smoking. After flipping another switch, he looked at everyone.
“We have approval from MI7 to give up. If we get out alive, we may be able to return. MI7 will send someone to defend us at trial, unless we’re dead. Just for safe measure, though, this vehicle will be self destructing in 10 minutes,” he finally said.
Everyone got out of the car, and put their hands above their head.
The Coast Guard agents grabbed them and loaded them up on the deck.
The ship slowly moved away from the still smoking car, and the nuclear submarine close by. After about 7 minutes, they were on their way back to Rilannon, when from the place they just left exploded.
The agents sat below deck, in chains, awaiting.

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OOC: Oooh, crap, I misread your post. Big mistake by me.

I’ll edit my earlier posts ASAP, and work on a new post at that point.

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OOC: That’s a part of the fun, though. At least we have something else we can do with the courts system. chuckle

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Outside of LadyRebel’s Bar and Grill
The cheif nodded. “Well, the majority of them will simply get their parking ticket plus a small fine for resisting arrest. But the woman that tried to kill two of our officers…”

The captain turned from talking with another officer. “Cheif, she wasn’t trying to kill the officers.”

The cheif turned. “What do you mean, not trying to kill them? She shot them in the chest.”

The captain pulled out two evidence baggs, each containing a shell. The cheif looked at them closely. “Wait a minute…these are…”

“Normal, everyday bullets. Not armor piercing, not hollow point…just regular old bullets. Bullets that only a moron could believe would penetrate a police officers bullet proof vest. And as all our officers are required to wear a vest…”

The cheif swore. “Your telling me that I called in the coast guard, air force, and an FPS submarine commander in to apprehend someone who purposefully tried not to kill anyone? What about the explosion?”

“Well, sir, the cars were all but abandoned, and as the missile only caused most of them to flip over, those officers were able to escape with only minor injuries.”

The cheif turned back to the aide. “I’ll have to think about leniency.” He looked across the yard, and saw several officers talking with a pizza man. “For now, I’ve got to go…captain…what the hell are those men doing?”

The captain sighed. “I’ll find out, sir.”

Packilvanian Van
The two officers were about to follow in when the captain walked up. “What is going on here?” she asked.

The officers turned. “Well, mam, they attempted purgery by sayng they’d just arrived.”

The captain rolled here eyes. “Thats obstruction, not purgery, and it wouldn’t make it more then a minute in a courtroom. Issue the ticket, and then take care of those squirrels, will you?”

“Yes mam.” they both said.

OOC: I’m gonna create an OOC thread about possibly doing a trial for the Milesandian crew. Depending on the result of the thread, I’ll have the cheif either heavily fine them, or let them go.

Oh, and the RP is back to you, Wach.

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Time for some mayhem.

Special Agent Zed was walking down the street when he saw the comotion. What the frack?! A clown? A borg trying to be Italian? Wild police chases? What the frack? He had heard about this place. Suposedly, they had the best steak in the region, but apparently they had the biggest bar fights. Did I lock the Galabird up? Checks his PErsonal Terminal (PET). Apparently I did. As he walked in he bumps into the Police Captain.

Zed: “Oops! Sorry about that!”

PC: (Suspicous) “No problem.”

Zed walks to a table and waits for his waiter(/ess). What a freak show.

OOC: What? Can’t there be a clueless Alpha Team member in this place. Oh, and yes a bar fight would be nice.

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https://forum.theeastpacific.com/invision-404

an old style growler siren is heard slowly dying as a large white motorcycle with a single blue light on its antenna blinks, its rider an older model cylon, the bike stops and he steps off, “Radio this is unit 8063 reporting to the scene of crime 987/b.369 to assist as needed”
Radio replies back, “remember Assist 8063 you are Highway patrol”
“Confirmed”
he walks up to the investigators van “I am Unit 8063 here to assist in any fashion needed”

ooc 8063 is a Cylon of course.

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a Wachovian waiter stops by the table of the new guest

Welcome to LadyRebels. What can I get you?

ooc: the chaos outside was hardly my doing and though i’m not clamping down on such things i’m not going to start a bar fight in someone else’s place

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OOC: At this point, I think loop is either setting up plot for the trial (if we have it), or just having fun with an old charactor. I’d suggest continuing as was in the bar.
IC:
The CSI detective turned, and eyed the cylon. “That depends…do you have any CSI Training?”

OOC: CSI=Crime Scene Investigation, if you didn’t know. And, out of curiosity…does this thread have any specific heading, Wachovia?

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ooc: not necessarily. i’ve pmed Kand. with an offer to be his nemesis of sorts but not heard back.

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8063 (yes a reference to Mash) replies in his normal monotone, “I have no special training by necessary trainig can be loaded in 3 minutes, and my scanning optics can aid in investigating”

ooc, Yeah Had to bring 8063 in, as for the trial bit havnt started on it, I thought you were orhestrating it FPS?

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Zed looks up from his menu. “Yeah, I’ll have the prime rib, with a baked PAX FRUIT, extra sour cream. And… what kind of beer would you recommend. I’m… new to these parts.”

OOC: Meh, I can do with out the bar fight. But, it would be interesting to see what happens inside the grill while there is chaos outside.
8063? I though it was the MASH 4077.

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[ooc] The 8063rd was one of the other Mash Units