CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE


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Death Otter looks a little crestfallen to see Cyril wearing it, but she nods.

"Just thinking that thing in the bathroom might have something to do with weird phone calls and mysterious teddy bear transmissions. Still might. Hm. Like, if someone didn't appreciate the job we did at the train crossing. Or they did, but didn't want to leave loose ends."

She paced restlessly to the hallway, thinking. The thing had tried to escape out the toilet...it could have gotten in that way too. Its attack had seemed pretty haphazard to her...just jumping the first one through the door. It might not have been intelligent. Not an assassin then...more settling a scorpion into someone's sleeping back when it's rolled up. Assuming it was more than chance. But chance seemed like by far the strangest possibility.

So. Mysterious transmissions that seem like they're meant to be prophetic. First from a bear, then from a headset Cyril buys. Russian mafia. SUVs at the roadside, one lives, one dies.

"We steal the bear. Then we get the calls. We decide who lives and who dies. Then...alien monster tries to kill us. So, if the Russians got the bear, would they be getting the calls...would they get to decide which SUV to warn..."
 

When asked about the thing, T-dawg replies in the affirmative, "It sure looked dead the last time I saw it, but I can go check if you like?"

Then, unless anyone asks him to check, he sits back and waits for the smart - and possibly crazy - people in the team to figure out what to do next.
 

"We should stay here. We really don't have any resources to draw on that aren't connected to the FCC. I'm pretty sure your comptroller is going to wonder what the Hell we're doing renting hotel rooms somewhere when these palatial lodgings have already been provided for us." Cyril pointed at his ankle tracker, "Then there's these things, it's not like we can hide anyway. At the end of the day, whatever that thing is is way above our pay grade."

Cyril hoped Garvey would call back. He was totally telling her everything that was going on, Marks be damned.
 

"We should go," Otter opined. "It comes down to who you trust. The FCC's hands are dirty on this. This whole operation is clandestine, crewed by convicts, and probably funded under the table. Someone up there has some idea of the actual risks, and we're the canary in the mineshaft...testing the waters...getting killed probably, so the REAL agents will know what they're getting into."

"Give me fifteen minutes and I can grab everything in our expense accounts, stick it someplace out of the FCC's reach, and we'll have it ready for safe use before you can say 'wire fraud' and 'money laundering.' The rest of you can pack up all the stuff we'll need in the same time, and we're out before anyone knows what hit us."
 





[MENTION=95059]Forged Fury[/MENTION]

Marks is visibly nervous about the prospect of having to deal with Garvey's reaction. He doesn't appear to be nervous about the police's involvement--other than the basics of, you know, going to jail on a murder allegation--but he flipped out nice and good when he thought Cyril was dialing up Garvey. Cyril has heard Marks make other comments the past two days about avoiding Garvey. There's something there in his interactions with Garvey that is coloring what appears to Cyril to be a desire to pack up and ditch the Bat Cave. It's as if Marks thinks that by ditching the church, he can ditch Garvey.
 

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