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Spider sighed, and nodded. Yes, that would be right.
"Sooooo, let's seee...... this is the medical quarters...... seems decent to me...."
He looked from his hand-drawn map, and grinned. Obviously, he was in the progress of getting in a very good mood.
He opened the door, and sighed. Yes, he knew the usual interior decoration....
"Jesus jacking off a monkey, that vicious swine of an interior decorator got here too.... what a shame to smear all this white stuff on the walls, when there are so much more colors in the universe....."
He grinned, and put beaches down. Obviously, this was a very decent place.
"HELOOOOOO? Anybody in here? I am a mercenary, and my buzz is starting to wear off....."
He waited for a few minutes, and then shrugged. Obviously, noone was there. He grinned, and looked at his cat.
"See? this is what the american dream of total service has become. Noone here, even with a drug fiend in the premises. "
He grinned, and looked around.
"See, Beaches, Normalls, this whiteys are all the same. They insist on having the most fascinatring tech in the research and organisations area, but when it comes to their secrets, it all comes tumbling down. "
He grinned, as he saw the white, nondescript doors, labeled controlled substances.
"OOOOOhboyohboyohboy!"
He rubbed his hands, and went towards it. His eyes registered some minor protection. A number pad, a swipecard slit....
"Man, this is what I hate about my job, cat. I mean, come on, this place spends millions and millions on a decent architecture, and now, this stuff is absolutely worthless, if faced with a decent drug-fiend. See this lock here?"
In case beaches had missed it, he pointed over it, and looked back. His cat was displaying extreme satisfaction, in farting and cleaning its chestpelt.
"You know, the only thing that safes you from me bringing you to the taxidermist is that I envy you. heck, if I could lick my own nipples, I would most certainly do it..."
He turned around again, fishing in his suit. Moments later, he pulled out a needle.
"See, that is usefull and tasty at the same time. Now, I simply tipe in a wrong code, let's say, 45637, and.... aaaah yes, like I expected, error code. Now, let's doo this three more times...."
He tiped away, with his hands slightly trembling. A loud beep sounded.
"Now, see, now it requests a master code to be reactivated. In most cases, any decent security operator would have put in the preassure to change the existing codes, but there are allways the cases in which a bad guy forgets the numbers, and then has to call the security company to fix it. And that is why they have master codes...."
He grinned, and scratched his ear. let's see..... the company was secure-tech, nice, decent and reliable, a big supplyer of medical equipment, and security locks, and the error relief code was.....
He smiled, licked his lips, and carefully pressed in "12345", while with the other hand, he swiped the needle through the card-reader, untill he heard a clicking sound.
"Weelll, they called me insane for writing an article about this companys policy, but noone was at the office at the time, and some nice little documents of significance slipped into my suitcase....."
he stepped back, and waited. After a few minutes, the door clicked, and swung open. He grinned, and hurried towards it.
"AAAh, come on, pappa needs a new buzz....."
He opened the door, and his smile died. He took a step back, and gulped. Then, he blinked rapidly. Nope, the immage was still there.

the room inside was almost as big as a penthouse. Just piles and piles of steel, molted together into beautifully arranged rows of steel racks, filled with big bottles of....
"Pills, jugs, suppositories, siringes, uppers downers....."
He started mumbling to himself, as he walked by the racks, and grabbed handfulls of the pills. latin names, untested stuff..... once he had finished refreshing his jacket and his pants, he drew out two large shopping bags.
"rattlesnake antidote, horse tranquillizer, toilet cleaner, acid, a big stash of pure mescaline, opium-derivates, laudanum, ether, nice, all very nice....."
He just grabbed samples after samples, filling up shopping bags with the connaissance of a true drug fiend.
"You know, beaches, most people would see that as an open invitation to get as high as possible, but that is nothing for a good freak. I have learned that if you are truely tripping, you have to rationalize it, like a hamster. OOoh, what do we have there....."
He pulled out a big bottle. The lable ritaline just flashed over his face, then he had already unscrewed the bottle, and shoveled a handfull in his mouth.
Grinning very hamster like, he sat down, and hugged his bags. he was tired, he had eaten well, and now he wanted to sleep......

Cat looked up. She was softly pissed. First, owner had talked to her, and had dared to ignore hger when she was in the mood to give him some righteous attention. Then, he had curled up in a cart full of vetinarian suits, and had been helpless against her attempt to conquer him.
It had been all nice and good, untill she had sensed his heartrate getting much slower. Which was a bad thing. It usually ment he was getting more active....
Now she sat on the pile of coats, licking her slightly bloody claws. owner had been high like this before, so she knew what was coming. She knew it as he had tried to heave her up, rambling something about organising and alphabetizing....
She had given him a medium scratching, and he had been smart enough to understand.
Curled up on top of her soft heap, she watched him weasel around, carrying bottles, jugs, cartons and other stuiff fropm, one big steel thingie to the other. She sighed, and put her head on her leg, keeping one of her four eyes open and ready. She guessed that at least for the next few hours, he would be busy.

Spider grinned as the message hit his ear. It was all clear. In seconds, a plan formed. He jumped to his feet, and thanked his gods of addiction that it had not been too late. He had already arranged everything from a to z. He was free to go....

He grinned, and stormed out of the controlled substances room. It was clear that His cat would be found, and that this one was a winnable situation. He grinned, and started to get into a serious sprint. A shopping list formed in front of his eyes, with what to get. Grinning, he spoke into his communicator, which had been conveniently placed inside his sunglasses.
"Mishaps personell, dire emergency. Doc Loki needs you to ready the following...."

Sixteen minutes later, a pair of elevator doors opened, and he ran out like a bat out of hell, in the little beach-buggy he had found downstairs, with the keys conveniently stuck in the ignition.
On his back was a bagpack full of various stuff he had grabbed from the arms department. As far as he could see, enough handguns for a small batallion, enough ammo for a serious standoff, some playdough with watches, a couple of hand grenades, and of course rations and some other stuff he had thrown into the bagpack. You never knew what you needed.
He grinned, slid down the hallway, stepped on the irons, and increased the speed, missing a couple of workers. Only the sand-buggy had been small enough to navigate securely through the enclosed corridors, even with all these people wandering about. It was clear that he had what he needed to get these poor people out of whatever situation they faced. Only noobs went bare....
He corrected the placement of his sunglasses, and smiled like a shark, as he rammed down the doors to the room which had been said to be the portal room, fully riding the lucious wave of a ritalin-buzz. The techs jumped away, and he immediatelly saw it. A glittering, wonderous ring of some sort of transparent water.
"ANSWER ME; VERMIN MAN! THIS LEADS TO MISTER LOCKE?"
The tech just nodded, and tried to say something, but he released the brake, and sped through the portal.

A single second, which seemed like eternity. He closed his mind, as a scene from his past flickered up. Christmas tsunami..... he had planned, had organised, and had been to late. He remembered the smell of the rotting corpses, as he had stood on the small island beaches, and had seen what carefull planning had done.
He opened the eyes, as he felt gravel and grass under the wheels of the buggy. Damn, it was close......he stepped in the irons, and the buggy came to a screetching halt. He breathed deeply, and oriented himself. Nighttime. Obviously some rural part of the worlds. Well, he could deal with it.
He took the time to open his bagpack, and pull over some bullet proof vest. It was very likely that this was where the ancient settlers had chosen to stay because of sore feet, and had managed to carefully cultivate a mass of inbred rednecks that he was sure would have made even the texans proud. He sat back, and fastened his seatbelt. With one switch, he flicked on the miniature computer one of the hardware guys had given him.
"Search location of nearest mishaps member..... Display.... let's see..... yes, as an arrow on the screen....."
He breathed deeply, as the computer showed him some kind of map. What a way..... and it was already 20 minutes after the call had been placed.
He laughed, and mentally signed off the first point on his list....
"Being prepared and there.... check...."
He knew what would now happen. Some cloud of attackers would surround the guys, and would possibly mutilate them in every imaginable orifice. He enjoyed the silence. His ritalin-super-focused brain came up with a plan.
"First, get their attention. Second, steal the guys. third, get away. Fourth, get revenge.... Got it..."
He nodded, and looked at the screen that had calculated the quickest route. He flicked on his twin-neon lights, and was surprised how radiant they where. In this kind of darkness, he would be seen for miles. He unlocked his bowel disruptor, and set it on "maelstrom". Then he nodded. His lessons from nam in psychological warefare had been priceless.
In the silence of the woods, he clicked on the icon, and the sound system blasted Wagners Ride of the Valkyres on full Volume. He started his motor again, and charged into the woods, howling, screaming, and laughing, hoping the poor fools got the hint, and made a break for the best, while their enemies tried to understand what had happened. He grabbed into a sidepocket, pulled out a hand-grenade, pulled the pin with his teeth, and threw it into the darkness. The explosion lit the sky for a second, as he raced down the woodland roads, hoping that he was not too late. Only a fool went in unprepared, a serious drug fiend came packing.....

I'm doing it for Him.
Please, by the cross, protect me

(Sorry, I had renovations done to my house, so I completely forgot that I came back for Mishap. Except I'm using a better equipped character.)

Ko looked up, the building looked rather sophisticated, and hi-tech. Nothing said getting her hands on the information like the best of the best, and this was most definably the best. The whole place was not a far away place from civilization at all, and yet the lush greenery and crystal clear air was very deceiving. However, the place was silent, completely silent from the outside, and yet she knew that the space in between her and all that information, more then she will ever need to know, or have the time to learn, it was as if delicious victory, and vengeance, as close. A bird chirped, singing its grievances, it's struggles, and she felt at home. This was the place she would find him, this was her last chance. Even the warm sun on her head could stop her from feeling a chilly sensation run up her back, as a small smile spread across the ghastly face behind her.

She only had several feet to walk, and still, she couldn't seem to help herself from having her lips tug upward, as she made her way slowly towards the main doors. She was taking one more step towards her ultimate goal, and then she will be free from the golden eyes that haunted her mind, her memory. She would be free from the wrath that she felt, that burned inside her. And she would be able to break free from the chains that grounded her to the blood stained earth she stood on and finally be with the only person who ever loved her, even though he knew who she was. Her only friend. The fact that sh stood, or rather floated behind her gave her confidence, her normally blurry mind blank. She rounded her shoulders back, stood up straight, and began to walk in the regal posture. The air around her was anything but pleasant, and rusted smell of crusty blood, bullets, and behavior medication was prominent under her coat.

She always kept the simple winter covering clean, as well as her abnormally black scarf, which put an even damper look to her whole ensemble. It was the only things that she treasured, which didn't remind her to bring any form of luggage. All she had was herself, the cloths she wore on her back, and the gun with extra rounds on her belt. She also had a kitchen knife set, which was a rather interesting selection of weaponry, but she was free to pick whatever she felt comfortable with. Not only were they easy to replace, but also easy to handle, light weight, durable, throwable, but they were also the things from her most fondest memory of the kitchen. More importantly her friends kitchen, and whenever he got made, knifes would be thrown around. It was to say that least that she could have always taken scalpels, which she did, and used them as weapons, but they just weren't effective as the kitchen knives, with the exception of throwing them and not bothering to retrieve them.

A see through hand tapped her shoulder and she turned to look at it, she saw him, no one else did, that was fine by her, she enjoyed his company. He pointed a finger, or something along the lines to her pocket, which contained some behavior medication and relaxing drug rested in bottles. Oh, the one other thing that she carried as well, her medication. It was time to swallow yet another blue and yellow pill, wasn't it? She hated the colors, she despised their taste, there was nothing she liked about them with the exception that they made her feel calmer and more in control. So she took them out with a mitten covered hand, unscrewed the white lid and poured three of each into her palm. Though she missed and actually put five of the yellow ones and two of the blue ones, she liked the yellow ones better anyway. She took a deep breath and popped them in, swallowing them dry. Which brought the sensation of emptiness in her belly full throttle. Great, more things to deal with. Sometimes Ko wondered why humans had to be bothered with such petty things.

Shadow stepped forward from the plane and waited to follow. He wasn't sure why they were waiting. He had thought they were on a schedule, racing against the clock and the enemy. But all he could do, was wait.

((Now that was weird. Step out of portal onto airport, admire plane, step off of plane onto same airport. Plane must be magic.

Let's try a ground vehicle. I'm afraid to fly now.))

Kathmandu, Nepal

In answer to Riku's comment, Joel pointed at the parking lot. One of the twelve parking spots held a camouflage painted Jeep Wrangler. Joel jogged over to driver's side door and climbed in. A moment later, the engine revved, and the locks popped up on the other doors. When everyone and their cats packed themselves in, he would burn rubber leaving the airport parking lot.

((Rather than go through a round of "I get in"'s and "Me too"'s, someone else say when we get there.))

Sixteen minutes later.
He leaned against the buggy, and lit up a cigarette. Yes, this was working well. He had driven through sheer endless hordes of trees, rocks, and wooden madness. He believed he had heard some protesting, after the jump over a small canyon, and the one edged drive over the trunks. He shook his head, and grinned. One of the good side effects of higher dosages of speed was that you were able to pretty much pull bullet time stunts. He sighed, as he remembered the screams from the villagers, as he had rammed one big pile of trees, and the trees just had rolled over the buggy downwards to the villagers in pursuit, forcing them in hiding.
After that, it had not been that bad. He had simply turned off the lights, the soundsystem, and the music, rolled down the hill between the trees, guided only by friendly moonbeams and the occasional orange giraffe, and was now at a safe place near a lake, a little clearing just wide enough to be easily overseeable, yet big enough for a decent stop.
After that, his thoughts had been kinde of fuzzy, because his buzz had started to wear off. he remembered some inexpliucable desire for lemons, him unbuckling, jumping out of the buggy, dodging the manta rays that swirred through the night, hovering and screeching, and peachefully grazing the nice grass, which was also a bit cold.
After making sure nothing had fallen off his suit, he popped a handfull of pills, delighted to see that they where aspirines, straightened his looks, and turned around.
The girl was mumbling some gibberish, and was somehow blowing at her hands, while the fella seemed delighted with the prospect of some rest. He nodded multiple times, as their words became clearer. It was allways important to wait untill their realitys synchronized. Otherwise, it could lead to some seriously bad vibes....
Yes, there was something else. The girl was somehow trying to aid her ruptured friend, who seemed bruised a bit. Strange.
After he had opened the bagpack, he removed three ration packs, a first aid kit, and aa second load of painkillers.
carefully, he squatted, and held them towards the woman, who looked somehow slightly angerish.
"The red packs are rations, to have a quick snack. The white one with the red cross should cointain some first aid material for your friend. But, it could also contain some mormons which I cannibalized, could not finish, and thought it would make a nice lunchbox. You never know. ..."
he dragged on his cigarette, filling the air in his lungs with the agressive biting smoke which reminded him of his home, the citys.
"Ok, since the introduction was kind of short, let's do it again. I am Spider, but my codename is Doc Loki. I have just taken you out of a potentially hostile situation, which involved many hostile forces. So, in my calculations, we have somewhat 16 minutes before the villagers could catch up with us. I suggest we use this time as a friendly zone, in which we plan, refresh ourselfs, and obviously inform myself about what this whole mission is about, because honestly, I do not want to return with empty hands from a mission. Plus, your firend there looks kind of ******** up. any idea what happened to him? maybe I can help..."
He grinned, and hoped he looked helpfull and nice enough that no unneccesary violence would ensue.
((ooc: and that is how a timejump is done. ))