Project: Daedalus (Issue #2)

[Agamon]

"So what's the story on Eagle, I have never seen someone so tense before, don't get me wrong, I appreciate the fact that she has saved my bacon and all but," at this point he pauses to search for the right word "I don't know, it just seems that there is a point that no one is allowed to cross."

Devil just smiles. In a lowered voice he says, "Yeah, that's Jenny for you. She's always been like that. Not sure why, maybe it comes from growing up the daughter of an army Colonel, I'm sure he was the same way with her...he's a bit, erm, stuffy, y'know what I mean? And she takes her job very seriously, which isn't a bad thing. As our leader, she's held accountable for any screw up we make. And she hates it when we screw up." He shrugs. "When we're not on a mission, she tends to loosen up a bit."

 

[Agamon]

"Yo, kid. Be there in a minute," Tyrone says, going and getting some food. He's not quite sure what of Minotaur sitting on the wall. "Mama always told me that if you kept making faces like that, it'd stay that way, Angel," Tyrone says with a smile at the scowling and vigilent Screaming Eagle. "Hey big guy. You uh..." He looks over the food. ".... want something to drink? Hey, what's up with the glowing eyes. Nice look for you by the way. Very menacing."

Moving over to the counter, he overhears Kiro. "Welcome to America," he says, taking a spoon and slapping a heaping helping of potato salad on Kiro's plate. "Gravy with that, boss?" he says in a bad southern accent.

He tosses his coat and shirt into the air behind him and holds it there with his powers as he gets food. "Hey, green beans, stuffing, corn, potato salad, buscuits, gravy. You sure you aint eating there Max?" he asks the Minotaur as he heads to the table. He starts to eat, then looks around at everyone.

"What the... you gotta be <expletive>ing me. How come I'm the only one who got shot? I'm gonna start whistling as I walk soon, and I won't have to use my lips," he says semi-jokingly, sounding a bit grumpy despite his attempt to be cheerful, with his bandaged arm and chest showing plainly what he means.

Minotaur blinks a few times, his sight begining to return. His nostrils flare at Tyrone's taunts, but he glances over at Eagle and continues to sit, back to the wall, saying nothing. (This is what we call a 'minor miracle')

Calvin walks over to Eagle, smiling at Tyrone's tirade. He tells her something and she nods. "Tyrone," she says, "could you skip the stand up routine and just eat? The investigators are here and waiting on us."

 

[Mimic]

"When we're not on a mission, she tends to loosen up a bit."

I'd almost be willing to pay money to see that. He says with a chuckle.

 

[Calinon]

"Tyrone," she says, "could you skip the stand up routine and just eat? The investigators are here and waiting on us."

"Hey, you cope in your way, Angel, and I'll cope in mine," Tyrone says cheerfully between bites. "I mean, me? I'm just happy to sit here eatin'," he says going through his food, "and checkin' out your butt. I mean," he says swallowing a bite, "the Furball is definitely right, it is a bit small. Needs a little bubblage, too, but not bad." He takes a long drink. "Especially for a white chick. Not that I'm complaining. That many months without tail doesn't make a man that choosy," he says, looking around the table. "I mean, I got to check out Sarah in various stages of undress," he says pointing at her with his fork for a second, "but after a while that lost its thrill. What?" he asks, mouth full. "Hell, at least I wasn't checking out Neutron's ass," he says, returning to his meal without missing much of a beat. "Don't think another six months in that hell hole would have made me do that. Leave that particular piece of anatomy to my mama," he says, swallowing his last bite. "Don't worry 'bout the leg, man. She won't make you walk to get any," Tyrone says with a grin.

Grabbing his coat and shirt and last can of juice, he gets up.

"Jeeze people, didn't you hear the man? The investigators are here! What the heck we all sitting around for? Let's get this done so I can have a nap," he says, still feeling tired.

"Is it still stand-up if I'm sitting down I wonder?" he asks nobody in particular, throwing his coat over his shoulder and putting on his sunglasses. "C'mon kid," he says to Aaron. "You can stand between me and Angel so I don't 'accidentally' take a punch in the head. She's a bit serious and all that. Needs to smile more. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time that her and Silvertip stole my spotlight?" he asks, spinning into one of his stories without pause.

 

[Elementor]

"Hey, you cope in your way, furball, and I'll cope in mine," Tyrone says cheerfully between bites. "I mean, me? I'm just happy to sit here eatin'," he says going through his food, "and checkin' out Angel's butt. I mean," he says swallowing a bite, "you are definitely right, it is a bit small. Needs a little bubblage, too, but not bad." He takes a long drink. "Especially for a white chick. Not that I'm complaining. That many months without tail doesn't make a man that choosy," he says, looking around the table. "I mean, I got to check out Sarah in various stages of undress," he says pointing at her with his fork for a second, "but after a while that lost its thrill. What?" he asks, mouth full. "Hell, at least I wasn't checking out Neutron's ass," he says, returning to his meal without missing much of a beat. "Don't think another six months in that hell hole would have made me do that. Leave that particular piece of anatomy to my mama," he says, swallowing his last bite. "Don't worry 'bout the leg, man. She won't make you walk to get any," Tyrone says with a grin.

Grabbing his coat and shirt and last can of juice, he gets up.

"Jeeze people, didn't you hear the man? The investigators are here! What the heck we all sitting around for? Let's get this done so I can have a nap," he says, still feeling tired.

"Is it still stand-up if I'm sitting down I wonder?" he asks nobody in particular, throwing his coat over his shoulder and putting on his sunglasses. "C'mon kid," he says to Aaron. "You can stand between me and Angel so I don't 'accidentally' take a punch in the head. She's a bit serious and all that. Needs to smile more. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time that her and Silvertip stole my spotlight?" he asks, spinning into one of his stories without pause.

Almost spitting food a number of times during Tyroc's rant, Aaron hurriedly finishes his food so he can keep up and run along side of Tyrone. Regular "Uh huh" and "Oh yeah"s come from Aaron as he grins up at Tyroc nodding constantly.

 

[Master_Pugs]

Kiro will eat as much of the slop as he can stomach and then while Tyroc goes off into another story he will stand and move beside Eagle, "He's a bit of a blowhard, but he has his own form of courage... he says it too plainly but I believe he's right, you need to relax once in a while or you'll explode... There's a saying among my people, a sharp wind can blow down the greatest temple but the supple blade of grass survives a typhoon." he smiles slightly at Eagle and watchs from the corner of his eye for her reaction.

 

[Agamon]

Jersey Devil grins at Miguel's comment. "Well, it's not like she gets all crazy or anything...'course, you'll have to remind me later to tell you about the time at the karaoke bar..."

"I do relax, Kiro, and, no offense, but once all of you are on your way, I'll be able to," Screaming Eagle says. "Is everybody ready to go...oh, for...Neutron, can you cover up Max, please?" she says pointing to the dozing man, slumped over against the wall where Minotaur once was.

"Geez, Max, you need to get some super-stretchy spandex or something," Neutron says, turning to him and creating a blanket over him.

"Huh? Where?" Max mumbles. "Ah, yes, he was back. I hope he wasn't much trouble for you." He gets up, wrapping the blanket around himself.

"Alright, if everyone's ready, would you follow me?" Calvin says, motioning for the door. He leads all of you the building next door. Inside is a wide lobby, with tall windows and comfortable looking chairs dispersed throughout. Inside are 3 men and a woman, all four wearing business suits. "They're all yours, Alec," Calvin says to one of the men.

"Good morning, my name is Agent Alec Howe of the FBI," the man states, flashing a badge, "and I'm leading the investigation into the allegations of your abduction and subsequent testing. These are my colleages, Agent Elizibeth Mathers of the FBI and Agent Richard Bowlen of ACE, they will be assisting me in this stage of the investigation. This will be quick and painless if you're co-operative," he says with a smile. "All we want to do is ask you a few questions about your time at the research facility, as well as what happened leading up to the capture and after your escape.

"This gentleman," he says pointing to the final man, "is Patrick Turnbull, a lawyer that will be acting on your behalf, should you wish him present. We'll be speaking with each of you seperately, and Richard is a telepath; he'll be assuring us that all you say is truthful and complete. As this is a federal investigation, you may not opt out of being telepathically scanned during the interview.

"If you're not interested in having this go quickly so you can be sent home ASAP, you may send for your own lawyer to be present. However, if all the evidence we've discovered thus far is correct, you are the victims here, answering our questions will only help you and help us put together a case against BioGen." He pauses and looks the group over. "Any questions?"

 

[Mimic]

Still in Jersey Devils' form, with his tray of food, Miguel raises his hand.

Yea, why aren't we started already, lets get this over with.

 

[Calinon]

"Telepath huh... can't say I much like that," Tyrone says. "But hey, as long as you aren't going plumbing in here or nothin', lets get this done so we can get to my mama's place and some decent beds for a change."

 

[Agamon]

"There won't be any 'plumbing', Tyrone, don't worry," Agent Bowlen says with a smile.

"Great, then, let's get started," Agent Howe says. Each of you are taken into a side room where you are asked how you were abducted, what types of tests you endured, and how you escaped. Aaron is not questioned, as he is a minor and does not have his parents' permission. Also, they insist on leaving Jaya until last.

Jaya enters the interrogation room, leaving the rest of you to wait for the process to end in the lobby. Neutron did his best to create a set of clothes for Max. They ended up a bit on the big side, but are a lot better than the blanket. Jersey Devil, reading a National Geographic, puts it down and looks over at Screaming Eagle, who is simply quietly staring out the window as she sits.

"Hey, Eagle," Devil calls out.

She turns her head and looks at him. "Hmmm?"

"Maybe you should fill them in before they leave..."

She blinks. "Well...it's not a sure thing."

"Still not a bad idea to bounce it off them, though, right?"

"Yes, I guess so." She stands up and looks everyone over. "I have to admit," she says, addressing all of you, "that was really good work you people did out there. We could have had a real disaster on our hands, but you did more than your fair share to help avert it. The manner in which you conducted yourself at the farm and the hospital was also commendable, despite where you had been and what had been done to you. I'm sure it was difficult to trust anyone, but you did the right thing.

"My point is this: next week, I am to report to a congressional committee a list of names of elites that I believe would make good candidates for a second government sponsored team. With your permission, I would like to add each of your names to the list." Frowning a bit, she looks at Aaron. "Well, most of you. Aaron, I'm afraid you are too young to be placed on such a team. And even if the decision was up to me, I've already spoken to your parents, and they have forbid it. I've recommended to them that they send you to one of United Nations' new elite training facilities, where you can learn to use your abilities and attend school. They said they would think about it.

"Now, the thing is, this is only a recommendation. The senators on the committee are the ones to decide who actually will be on the team, so the point may be moot. However, because BioGen was operating out of a government facility, I'm sure they would be keen on saving face towards both you and the public by making a gesture such as accepting you onto the team. That's just a guess on my part though. What do you think?"