CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Forged Fury]

Cyril stared out the window as the van passes in front of Wee Bee Toys. He checked the crowd, oddly curious to know if that annoying fat woman made it out or not.

"I'm not sure if I would be that worried about the cameras. I mean, they may have gotten our faces and what went down inside, but I may have told a little fib in front of all the customers that should jive with what the CCTV is showing. It turns the story from a fight over a toy into two heroes rescuing a man from a sexual predator. As long as they don't catch the Russian, I doubt they'll come looking for us."

The man chuckled to himself momentarily before he finally registered what Feral was showing everyone. "Holy s(*&! You've got a gun?!?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

"Yeah. You or Otter can have it. The rest of us can handle ourselves." He looks at J.R.'s gunshot wound, "More or less."

 

[Forged Fury]

"Thanks for the offer, but guns aren't my thing." Glancing at Death Otter out of the corner of his eye while she gleefully mucked about with the Bun-Bun, he finished, "Maybe we just let Marks figure out who should be carrying."

Pausing, he noticed some of the torn and bloody remnants of the T-shirt J.R. had been wearing and said, "You know, while Otter is hacking or whatever, she might need to get into CODIS and delete our DNA profiles. J.R. inadvertently left a bunch of streaks of DNA all over that store. I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of us did too, to a lesser degree. Fingerprint databases as well, if we can figure that out."

 

[Shayuri]

"Mm...I could buuuuuut...probably it's a dumb idea," Otter opined. "Because one, we're working for the Feds, so they can smooth it over. Now if we were guilty of wrongdoing, they wouldn't because they want to keep their noses clean, but the cameras will clearly show NOT US shooting into a crowd, so having your blood at the scene only proves you were there...and there's no need for the FCC to disavow that. On the other hand, hacking CODIS, as hilarious as it sounds, basically means breaching secured servers. Either by getting through a bunch of proxies and firewalls, or by going onsite and getting direct access."

"And either approach would be a full on heist, complete with planning and prepwork and effing George Clooney getting a band of misfits together and dramatic suit-up sequences, so..."

She nodded. "That actually sounds pretty badass now that I put it like that. Lets do it!"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral shrugs, "Whatever. Technically we did steal the stupid bear. But, I doubt that matters, much."

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril squinted to try to understand Death Otter and then just shrugged.

"I'm guessing the FCC doesn't want to have to get involved in answering anything related to us. If the locals run a blood sample, it's going to, at best, show someone who was just released from prison today; early for no apparent reason to boot. At worst, we're still showing as imprisoned."

"So what's the deal, Marks? Do we need to be worried about it or is the FCC going to do some CIA magic and make it disappear?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

As the van passed by Wee Bee, Cyril didn't spot the fat Christian woman. The police cars swept through the parking lot and stopped at odd angles in front of the entry door. One officer remained in one of the squad cars, but the other seven uniformed officers darted to the store, drawing their sidearms. Before Cyril could see more, the van went out of range further south down Meridian Street.

Marks didn't look happy. He fell into stony silence for a long two minutes. When he angled the car through the canyons of high rise buildings in downtown Indianapolis. At the corner of Meridian and Michigan, the War Memorial loomed in the inky night. Floodlights lit a long column of stairs that clawed their way from the grass at the base of the memorial to the concrete monstrosity of the memorial's tomb.

When the van passed by the memorial, Marks turned left onto New York Street and headed east. Marks resumed talking. "Higher up won't be happy. This'll make the eleven o'clock news, but they won't have time for full coverage, so misinformation'll fan the fire. The cops will be looking for witnesses, and when they view the tape, they'll come looking for us." Marks turned his head sideways and threw a look at Otter. ."It means a little visit from Garvey. It means questions. And we'd better have answers."

Ten minutes later, Marks pulled into the old Methodist church and parked behind the fellowship hall. He turned to face the group in the rear of the van. "Let's get inside. No talking until we're inside and the door is closed. First order of business is wound care for Feral and J.R.. T-dawg, can you help Feral while I tend J.R.?"

 

[Forged Fury]

Cyril shrugged, not particularly worried with Marks' threat. It's not like anyone had anticipated some dude pulling a pistol and shooting. They had done the best they could with the resources at hand. The former lawyer glanced down at his empty hand, In fact, those resources were still in hand...

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral eyed Marks, "What are you so worked up about all of a sudden? Garvey wants answers, we give her the truth. Let the higher-ups worry about spinning things. We did our job, we completed the mission. Bull&*^% ain't in the job description last time I checked."

 

[Shayuri]

Otter bobbed her head in agreement. "We've got better than answers. Answers are cheap."

"We have results. Garvey can suck it."