The transbot wends its way back out of SPD Sector and eventually deposits you at a platform bearing the sign:  "Welcome to DMM Sector Troubleshooter Central."  Another new Troubleshooter team is waiting at the platform, expecting to board once you have gotten out.  They look so shiny and optimistic!

Just beyond the platform area is a RED Clearance reception desk clerk, engrossed in something on his workstation.  When the transbot doors slide open and you step out, he glances up for just a moment, then back down...then back up, his eyes suddenly wide.  "But how...where did--How did you find me?" he shouts, leaping up and trying to make a run for it.

Just as this is happening, Rob's clone comes from where the new troubleshooters just came from and joins you again.

Gunther has no Idea who that guy is but since he is running, he is guilty of something, so he yells to the top of his lungs: "TRAITOR!!!" And draws his laser, firing at the runaway guy, He will use his advanced military training to aim for the legs however, so that the traitor may be questioned later.

Dexter runs to tackle the runner, careful to let Gunther shoot first.

Gunther hits the fleeing person in the leg.  "Ouch!" he screams as he begins hopping.  Then he is unceremoniously tackled by Dexter, and he sprawls out on the ground.

"I won't talk!" he says.  "You can't make me."  He looks really upset.

OOC: This is where skills in Interrogation and Intimidation come in handy.

"Oh you WILL talk or I'll have to resort to my military training for extracting that information from you I'll start by extracting your toes." Gunther says pulling out a military sword.

The man laughs.  "Ha, you're a traitor!  That's not an authorized weapon.  You'll be thrown to the incinerator for that."  (Bad roll for Gunther.)  "Besides, you can't prove anything.  I don't even know how you found me or got away from the scrubots."

Ginger's clone also joins the gang again!
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"That was easy for cunning Troubleshooters like ourselves, we tracked down your itinerary by recalculating the vortexes in the Spam timeouts and indexed them to a shop list of variable stores and free pay per view offers and retransmitted that back to our PDCs therefore getting back to your PDC with your location which by adding the gamma filament to the itinerary described let to... here! AND this sword is experimental R&D It was developed with carbon filaments so that it saws through a clone's bones with more ease. Now, first, I'll take out your bigger toe, that ought to help you speak and will demonstrate the functionality of this R&D device..." He says swinging the thing to show off dangerously near the traitor's foot.

Ginger grabs Gunther's hand before he can cut off the toe of their captive.  "Come on," she says with a sigh and a smile.  "Didn't you know we'd catch you?  We'll help you if you help us."  She twirls her hair and speaks sweetly.

"You are proposing to help a convicted traitor responsible for this whole mess?"

Gunther puts his sword away and draws his notepad.

He scribbles a bit and smiles, biting his pen for awhile. Then he remembers he is in the middle of an interrogation and points his sword back at the prisoner.

Ginger shakes her head.  "You've never heard of the good cop, bad cop routine?  I'm trying to extract critical information for the sake of the Computer.  You should go back to training in interrogation tactics instead of assuming everyone's a traitor.  Ah, well," she says with a sigh, "I guess that's the insecurity of our registered mutant talking."

The man watches you both, not sure what's going on but obviously knowing it's not going well for him.  "Okay, so I created the virus and conspired to murder the spammers.  Yes, I'm Don-R-PNY-4, aka Ally G8R, the Computer Phreak author of the 'Mister Bubbles' virus.  It was my masterpiece.  But if you let me go, I'll turn Comlex evidence over and you can know all about my fellow Phreaks.  And I'll give you that 100 credits I owe you for Marco's death.  Pure genius to have him fall prey to the crazed scrubots."


Not too far away, luckily and coincidentally, are signs pointing to the Infirmary, the Mess Hall...and DEBRIEFING!  And just in time.  You've caught Ally-G8R, the writer of the virus that sent the scrubots crazy, and now you've got only 5 MINUTES left in your mission.

"SHHHEH you are spoiling it!!! I was playing the Good-Cop-Even-meaner-cop which-will-turn-you-in-for-doing-this routine..." Gunther says with a sad expression on his face.

Ginger sighs.  "Well, maybe next time.  Let's get this guy to debriefing and get our promotions, or whatever accolades await!"

OOC: sorry for the double post,

"Team leader, Quick! let's drag him to the debriefling room, and Quick!"

Dexter, still holding the man on the ground, attempts to pull the captive to his feet and head to debriefing.

Gunther takes note of Dexter's valiant effort.

"Whew, that was some fun ride, wasn't it?" He says recovering his breath and making sure he doesn't puke. He then helps Dexter get the traitor to his feet.

Ginger crinkles her nose as you make your way to the debriefing room.  "All of you except CL smell like you puked on yourselves.  Too bad Peter, our hygiene officer, isn't here.  As team leader, if we weren't so late, I'd have you clean yourselves up before a debriefing.  You should take note of their reekiness and failing to take proper care of their uniforms, Gunther.  And write yourself up as well."

You walk down the debriefing hall, which is a row of eight doors.  All but the last one are closed with an "In Session" sign illuminated above them.  As you walk past the doors, you hear muffled sounds behind each one:  someone screaming through the distinct buzz of a large electrical arc, shouting voices erupting into a flurry of laser fire, evil maniacal laughter.  Finally, you reach the last door.

You push your prisoner, AllyG8R, into the room in handcuffs.  He seems very frightened but remains silent.

Inside the room is a single desk.  A haughty-looking BLUE citizen is sitting behind it, casually reading over some notes on his PDC.  Without a word, he gestures you toward the six empty chairs, arranged in two rows of three each.  You take a seat, and the BLUE citizen closes his PDC, sets it on the table, calmly knits his hands together, and asks, without prefacing his statement:

"So, where did the missing fissionables turn out to be?"

Dexter cocks an eyebrow, but says nothing.

CL lets his leader answer the question.

Gunther takes out his notepad, and looks to the team leader as if she is the one who should answer that, his pen ready.