[sblock=Otter]The BunBun does, in fact, have ten minutes of audio and visual recorded on it, which Otter accesses. With Marks's phone torn up and no screen on which to view any images the toy has to transmit, Otter's restricted at the moment to hearing the audio, which seems to be background conversation last night in the kitchen while she torn out the BunBun's innards. The recording picks up from about the time Feral retrieved the toy from under the kitchen table, and lasts about a minute and a half before dying out. Other than that, there's audio from what sounds like the van ride home from the store last night.[/sblock]
Marks returns an hour later than promised. He drops two sets of keys down on the table, grinning profusely.
"I got us a batmobile. Go take a look." He heads out the back door of the fellowship hall, into the rear parking area. Outside is a gunmetal gray four-door sedan. A Ford, if the front grille is anything to go by.
"She hauls hind tail," Marks says.
"I got her up to about 115 on the 465, around the Fort Wayne exit for I-69. Ford Taurus SHO. Can't believe the dealer actually had one on the lot."
"And that's not all. Come on back inside, I've got cards for you." Marks upends a 5 x 7 manila envelope over the table, shaking out six plastic credit cards.
"Garvey authorized spending accounts for personal items. Use the card like a credit or debit card. The five of you each get $3000 a month. Like a stipend. Gear for the missions, though, goes through purchase order. These cards are just to cover personal expenses or reimbursable emergency expenses." Marks eyed Cyril.
"No health insurance. You're independent contractors. Though, if you need something," Marks looked at Feral and nodded,
"we requisition it, and there's a chance the Feds will procure it. They'd have paid for J.R. to go to the hospital last night, for example. 'Reasonably related to a substantial purpose' of the mission," Marks cites.[sblock=OOC]The debit cards officially give everyone the Wealth +5 bonus I mentioned in the OOC when you hit 2nd level. Please add this to your RG sheets, if you haven't already. In addition, you each have the $3000 monthly stipend I mentioned above. Not exactly core d20 Modern, I know, but I didn't want to be in the position of handing Wealth checks to buy donuts and coffee, if you take my meaning.[/sblock]
"I put in the requisition for the items we discussed. Most of it went through and was approved for purchase immediately. A couple of things are still pending, however." Marks ticked off list items on his fingers.
"The sound system and music, motorcycle, and Feral's hormone therapy request weren't approved yet. Higher up rejected the HERF gun request. Officially, that item does not exist. The SQUID is pending. As is the T1 line. We'll probably get both of those, though, given the nature of the mission. I didn't even ask about Five Eyes; if the HERF gun is classified TS-SCI, then ECHELON officially won't exist, either." Marks picked up a set of SHO keys and twirled them wistfully.
"The home gym will be here and installed by close of business today. The Kevlar and other purchase-order items are on order and should be here in the next five days. The small potatoes tech, like cell phones and laptops, we buy locally ourselves. I have the purchase order account number and signatory authority here." Marks waved a paper in his hand.
"Who's driving?" He jangled the car keys.
