NON-CANON BATTLE POST
Brian almost snorted, but didn't want to give away his position. He had made it back to the bathroom window when Johnny alerted him to the presence of an intruder.
~Crap,~ he thought,
~easy enough. Johnny, we'll send a message back to the trapped guy in a minute. First, we have to get that person out of there. Where's my squirt gun...Ah yes, back in the RV. Perfect.~
The first thing that he needed to do was to get to the RV and his squirt-gun. Everyone he showed the gun to was always laughing at him, but he knew it was the most effective way of dealing with unwanted visitors. So as he wound his way, taking his time and carefully picking hiding places, he noticed movement within the hotel room and it bothered him. A headlamp or flashlight was being flashed around and it didn't seem particularly friendly, he was being either robbed or setup, but that was not his primary concern at the moment.
He palmed the lock on the the door to the RV and clicked it open carefully, with as little noise as possible and slipped in, moving the door to click closed gently behind him. In it's collapsed state, it was not a comfortable fit. He crawled to the fridge opening it and thumbed the drawer lock, and instead of delicious cheeses and veggies in the drawer, there was a compartment with several vials of bluish juice and a squirt-gun. He quickly emptied the contents of one vial into the gun and making sure there were no leaks in it, put it into his pocket along with another shatter proof vial. No, better to make that two more vials, just in case.
He then carefully got out of the vehicle. Careful to listen for noises which might come from outside, indicators that he would need to stay inside. He checked his internal time, ~crap, another pass of the guard due any moment,~ he waited. One minute, then two, he heard muffled footsteps as one of the agents approached. Then stop, and begin to converse in low tones with the person within his room. They had found him out and Brian had been correct, they just waited much longer than he thought. He needed to act fast if he was to save his bacon...
Using the sophisticated channel he had accessed earlier, the one that all the security seemed to be on. He quickly accessed his voice modulator program and began to make adjustments, to mimic a manly voice, this one would have a German accent. He spoke with thoughts into his interface and pocket terminal and what emerged over the radio was the German voice. His mind flew as he thought of the mapping system they had used for coverage,
"Contact by the lake. Shit, the guest's a late night skinny-dipper, sector six."
The agents outside stopped their conversation,
"Copy, Gambit-1 moving to you," one of them sub-vocalized. The other one actually spoke in low tones to Gambit-1,
"Just in case you lose him, I'll wait outside."
The Gambit-1 moved off, and the second agent remained. This would be easier to accomplish. Brian slowly crept from the RV. Luckily, there were other vehicles parked around to make it seem like a hopping place, or maybe there were some other guests here. Whatever the case, he knew that this was just what he needed. He internally flicked his suit to try reactive camo, and as long as he didn't move beneath those street lights, he'd be pretty tough to see, even for a trained eye.
Meta began to slide from car to truck to car, conscious of his shadow even in the moonlit parking lot. He circled where he thought the agent was and stopped as he got closer to reassess, he didn't want to pop out only to have the agent take him from behind because of an assumed position. There, a boot moving on the pavement. He zeroed in. Then he came up behind the agent, squirtgun in hand and said quietly,
"S'cuse me, got a light?"
The man turned expecting something completely different from what he saw. The man was dressed in street clothes which was exactly what was required for the squirt-gun,
"Shhhhurrrr?..., " he started to say seeing Meta's masked face as he shot him in the eye with a squirt, it took mere moments for the juice to begin to take effect.
The breadth and width of Brian's knowledge of neurology and materials science was pretty astounding. So it was that he had come upon the sleep inducing toxin he named, FADEAWAY. It was super fast acting by greasing the neurons of the skin, and as long as skin was indeed present, absorption was fast. The man began to crumple before he even finished his sentence, he might not even remember what happened, he couldn't be sure though, brain hacking was hard if you didn't want to hurt someone and he didn't want to kill this man. Brian caught the man before he hit the pavement and began to drag him into the open room. He put him into the bathtub and squirted him again. It would last a good two hours he calculated...
From there it was a quick grab of his suitcase, stuffing his material into it. He cursed that the man had found it and moved it, but he hoped it would not be the main thrust of his report. He closed up the room and cleaned the room of any prints he might've left, he couldn't be as thorough as he'd like but time was of the essence now. He quickly headed for the RV and packed up. Agent Gambit-1 would not take long to figure out he'd been had, he had one chance to help the guy within the compound and it wouldn't be over the SOS interference.
Meta dived into the security system and initiated Gorbachev's disarmament protocol. If they had some higher than average technicians and he suspected they did, they would be able to get security up and running again within half an hour to an hour. Until then, Gorbie would throw false positives around the system sensors and disrupt communications and monitoring devices, even lights might flicker. He was careful not to leave his calling card anywhere in the system, because they would really hate him after this, but it was the only way...
~Alright Johnny, we've got to get out of here or we are dead meat.~
He hopped into his truck and began to pull out of town.
Edit: I'm done editting, caught a couple weird errors. I'm a perfectionist like that.
This message was last edited by the player at 03:27, Wed 05 Aug 2015.