RPG Loaded

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred][size=1]The trip back was uneventful, at best. Being honest, Adaline decided that the trip bypassed boring and had entered the tedious zone. The man ? whose name she later found out was Lucas ? wasn?t the best of companions. So, sighing, Adaline closed her eyes and slept as Lucas steered the craft.


She woke with a jerk as the craft hissed into the final stages of its descent, rubbing her forehead sleepily. She shouldn?t have slept. Everyone knew sleeping during space travel made you groggy. Still, perhaps she?d get away without someone mentioning it.

She wasn?t that lucky. As she climbed off the craft, her equipment manager laughed at her dazed expression. ?Feel asleep??

She shot him a glare and walked away to the bathrooms, rubbing her eyes softly. Turning on the tap, she splashed her face with water, pulled a hair tie out of her pockets and pulled her hair back, glaring at the length of it. She should chop it all off, really. It would be so much easier. However, her parents were more attached to her hair than they were to her; they?d killed her if she did.

There was a sudden cry of a siren. One short bleep and then silence. Adaline scrunched her nose. There?d been an unexpected rift in the Load somewhere. Some poor sod would be stuck there until a team arrived to sort it out. Adaline grinned. Was she ever glad that it wasn?t [I]her[/I] there. [/size][/color]

[liamc2]

Jonathan climbed up the ladder and into the hayloft, sitting next to Nina who was viewing the festivities below. She sighed and took the horn of water and hard bread from him.

?Good thing we ate two hours ago.?

Jonathan smiled and went to lean against the wall, Nina grabbed his shoulder.

?Wouldn?t do that, the wall?s all rotten.?

?Thanks.?

Jonathan flopped back onto the hay itself and listened to the sounds of stringed instruments wafting through the window, the sweet smell of ashes hung in the air, mingling with the smell of aged meat and voices of excited Irishmen.

?Rather sentimental time to be in isn?t it??

?Oh please, don?t start that.? Nina rolled her eyes and trawled through the data on her PDA. The blue glow off the screen lit her worried brow. ?Its got to be a Nomad?nothing else could have been powerful to cut the communications link entirely??

Jonathan sat up.

?There?s no way, it would had have to been artificially created. The last one of those was when the bloody ?Matrix? came out. That lunatic hacker found the Load uplink. What a mess that was?the agent that dropped his PDA got a jail term didn?t he??

?Yeah, it was on the news?but that rift was all patched up. Tell you what, those ?agents? weren?t all they?re cracked up to be. Last I heard of it they wrote it off in the Load as a religious cult or something??

Jonathan chuckled and took a gulp from his drinking horn.

?Some form of outsider action you reckon??

?Could be.?

?My bet is on some University dropouts?revolutionary activists?didn?t they hold a rally against the Load Central??

?Mm?possibly?the equipment they need could come under research resources??

?Then again it might be an attempt to defame the head of the Load Organisation?or the President...there?s an election coming up??

?Jonathan, give the conspiracy a rest for once.?

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Sorry Juu, but I guess I'm getting bored.

IC: [I]The man at the desk looked at Rali impatiently, with no little annoyance.[/I]

Man: He may be a suspected felon but you still have no legal right to injure him.

[I]Rali shook free of the men holding him, who filed out of the room. Rali reached under his tight shirt and pulled out a long, curved dagger. He slammed it down on the desk and leant over it, staring at the man. Celestine looked at him nervously. The man behind the desk in cold shock.[/I]

Rali: You see that? That is my right. If you want to put it up against a court of law, then go right ahead.

Celestine: Oh dear...

Man: To put it bluntly whelp, I don't have to. I [I]own[/I] your ***. The only reason you are here at all, and not just in this office, but in this building, part of this operation, is because I put you here.

Rali: Ah, my mysterious patron.

Man: Exactly.

Rali: Well then, on to business. Who did he kill?

Man: You.

[I]Rali slowly drew the dagger from the bench. Staring intently at the man, he pulled up his left sleeve and ran the blade over the inside of his forearm. Blood ran down freely, but Rali didn't flinch.[/I]

Rali: Dead men don't bleed.[/font][/color]

[Sere Tuscumbia]

Nina, changing positions, swung her legs over the edge of the loft, absentmindedly swinging her legs to and fro. "It's silent, really."

Jonathan, from his sprawled position, looked over at Nina curiously. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Not having someone blathering mindlessly in your ear all the time. It just gets kinda creepy." Nina looked back at Jonathan, flopping down on her stomach, her chin resting on her hands. "So, milord Tiernan, how long do you think we're going to be stuck in with the Irish?"

Jonathan opened his mouth, but Nina quickly sat up, and waved her hand dismissively in his direction. "No, wait. Never mind, I don't wanna know. I've already got enough to worry about."

She nestled herself back down into the hay, wood creaking underneath her weight, and the musty smell of animals and morning mists mingling with the oxygen she was breathing in. "I could be living safely at home, with no danger, no rifts, and maybe a pet or two, but [I]no[/I], I'm [I]here[/I]. Why did I choose this job anyway?" Nina muttered, staring through the planks at stars and constellations that still had yet to be discovered.

[I]Oh, that's right. I [/I]didn't[I] pick this. My perfectionist parents picked it for me. They were so afraid of screwing up themselves, that they thrust all their dreams onto me. But it works well enough. Save people, save the world, save history, it all melds into one in the end . . . [/I]

"Talk about family love," Nina muttered without thinking, and Jonathan looked over in her direction.

"Pardon?"

Nina blinked, coming out of her stupor, and turned a pinkish tinge. "No?nothing, really. Just thinking out loud."

Jonathan shot her a look, but said nothing, watching her warily.

Nina sighed, and rolled over onto her side, looking over to the festivities, where faerie lights danced, and a jig wafted over the whole scene. Somewhere deep inside her wished that this was all a bad dream, and she?d wake up, safe in bed, and she?d go on living her life, but Nina shrugged the thought off, shivering slightly. She had a job to do, and un-needed thoughts weren?t going to get in the way . . .

She hoped.

[liamc2]

Jonathan yawned and closed his eyes, leaning against one of the few sturdy posts in the room. He had his eyes closed for a few seconds before a shout had rose through those gathered outside. Someone ran into the room and Jonathan opened his eyes.

?Lord Tiernan, they?ve arrived!?

?Wha...already??

?Yes, they were only a short distance away, in case we needed to fall back and protect them.?

?Of course.?

Jonathan stood in the loft and dropped to the floor. He took Nina?s hand and helped her down. The messenger grinned and led them back to where the people were assembling. Most of the women were happy, surprised even, to see their husbands and sons alive again. There were still cries of mourning for those that had been lost in the melee. Jonathan sighed, not all plans went perfectly from paper to practice.

Whispers ran through those assembled. The fog rolled around them, obscuring parts of the forest before gradually turning into morning dew. A child cried and was quickly comforted. The eyes, shining with hope, some with tears, remained fixed on their Lord Tiernan and Lady Linette, soon to be King and Queen.

Jonathan scratched the back of his head in absence of something to say. Nina coughed politely and nudged him in the ribs. Jonathan smiled weakly and cleared his throat.

?Men, women and children of Ireland, we two,? he motioned to Nina and himself, ?are of the Danann from across the seas. We came to pay tribute to your people and make up for the years of bad blood that brewed between our peoples and claim our rightful throne. Instead we found battle and fear. For those few that died, we pray for them that their souls may journey to where their hearts desire. For those who live, I, Tiernan accept the throne and have my lady Linette at my side.?

Jonathan smiled to himself. Pulling that out of the air was sheer luck. He put an arm around Nina and grinned. A cheer rippled through those that had fought on the battlefield alongside Nina and Jonathan. The newcomers gave light applause, still wary to the two but warming up to them all the same.

?Now that wasn?t so hard was it?? Nina said after nudging him in the ribs again

?Yeah, pity I forgot where exactly the righteous ancient Irish went when they died.?

?I noticed that, nice cover all the same though.?

Jonathan rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and allowed himself to be led through the crowd by the clan leader. He found his hands placed on a highly engraved small boulder and a sword lain across his palms.

The clan leader murmured something in Gaelic, a hand on Jonathan?s head.

?Lord Tiernan of the Danann, may the good spirits watch over ye as you ascend to our throne. Arise Tiernan, King of our people.?

A crown of sorts, appearing from Jonathan knew not where, was placed upon his brow. He rose slowly to a sea of smiling, grimy faces while feeling rather unworthy and guilty that this was all a ploy.

Nina walked to his side muttered,

?So this is where the real fun begins eh??

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc] [size=1]OOC: Sorry about that...
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He froze then shuddered. The man stared uneasily at Rali's arm, but not his eyes. He tried not to make eye contact with him, even though he couldn't see them. Rali withdrew his arm, and covered his arm with his sleeve.

[b]Rali:[/b] How long have I been dead?

[b]Man:[/b] Five months. And a half.

[b]Rali:[/b] Any evidence?

[b]Man:[/b] Blood. We couldn't find your body, so we assumed he hid it.

He pulled out a file, and placed it on his desk. Rali picked it up, and began skimming through the pages. He gave a cold stare to the grunts, making sure they understood; next person who touches him, dies.[/color] [/size]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali read impatiently, everything fit perfectly. He threw it down in disgust.[/I]

Rali: Next question. And think carefully, you wouldn't want to bungle this one. Why...am...I...dead?

[I]The man looked uncomfortable for a second, before a hardening around his eyes caused Rali to narrow his.[/i]

"Because you're too dangerous to leave alive. You've no scruples that we're aware of, and too fiendishly chaotic to allow loose. Let go, with the secrets about this place you hold, you could be picked up by any faction. And quite likely, you'd give them information willingly.

Rali: So, doesn't that leave you with a quandry.

"Not really. You see, people are lost at times. On missions. Especially ones such as this. You know fo the Norse, don't you?"

Rali: I won't be very effective surrounded by brawny Vikings wearing furs and waving battleaxes...

"You don't have to be. You just have to be out of the way."

Rali: And how do you intend to do this?

"There are nine people asiding you in this room."

[I]Rali grinned ferally, almost insanely.[/I]

Rali: You loose some. Nastily.

"Perhaps."

[I]With that word, the men behind him leapt into action. Rali ducked away, kicked back and taking one in the stomach. He rose upwards, the man's head in line with his hip, and brought his elbow down on his neck. As he fell, Rali spun back to face the rest of them, backhanding a second in the face. Leaping, he kicked him under the chin with one foot, landing on his kneecap in the other. The man fell before Rali's first foot did, and got his neck broken with the follow up axe.

The five remaining were in no hurry. They were also unimaginative. Rali leapt over the falling man, kneeing a third in the head. His hands shot out, a double punch to the eyes. He grabbed and twisted. Another broken neck, another loud snap.

There, Rali's luck changed. The man fell forward, pushed by his companions. His weight bore Rali down, and he fell, swearing viciously. His legs trapped, he had trouble avoiding the kicks now levelled at his head. He managed to break another kneecap, and strike another man in the groin, but the kicks kept coming. One made the mistake of dropping down, grabbing Rali by the hair. Rali seized the chance, and struck out sharply with a spearthrust to the throat. The man gurgled, and received another knifehand strike, crushing his windpipe. At last, the man behind the desk came around, and kicked Rali in the temple....

When he woke up, he was bitterly cold, lying in the snow. Alone. He looked around, recognising ancient Scandinavia.[/font][/color][/I]

[liamc2]

Jonathan brushed his red streaked fringe out of his eyes as the mistletoe crown was pressed on his head. He tried to keep a straight face as the crown pricked into his skin, giving an uncomfortable tingling sensation.

A man in an off-white robe, tails muddy from dragging on the ground, murmured something to the spirits of the land while clutching yet another herb and waving it frantically. He continued muttering something in Gaelic, speech so rapid Jonathan couldn?t keep up, even with the in-suit translator. Jonathan placed a smile on his face, and ignored that the wet mistletoe and a sickle were now being waved in his face.

??seal these two together forever more before the spirits and creatures of this isle??

Nina coughed and tried to look at ease. She also had a mistletoe crown, but her shoulders had been covered by a white cloak, fur lined at the collar. Nina forced her face into one of love as the fur irritated the back of her neck, but she didn?t dare to remove it.

??may they be forever one with our people, before our people, and lead us to greatness??

The clan leader motioned to Jonathan and Nina enthusiastically. Jonathan raised an eyebrow, so did Nina, the leader again gesticulated.

?Oh, I get it..? Muttered Jonathan as he clasped Nina?s hands in his.

The druid smiled approvingly and knelt down. He scooped a handful of dry earth and rose again, sprinkling it over Jonathan and Nina?s hands. He then continued to open their hands, palms facing upwards, and splashed their hands with pure clear water from a glass flask.

??the earth and water are now as one with you?as are our people and our land??

The druid paused and shot Nina and Jonathan an annoyed look and a pointed glance. They both looked back, confused. The druid stepped forward and pushed them close together.

[size=1]?If I didn?t know any better I?d think you two didn?t [I]want[/I] to get married..?[/size] He muttered in an undertone.

Jonathan smiled sheepishly and avoided the Druids penetrating gaze. The druid, not skipping a beat, continued rambling on.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]Rali lay silent and still a while. Around him, the wind swept passed him in silver whispers. Carrying the scent of furs. Vikings, no doubt.

He slowly rose, looking around warily. All around him, large men with huge beards stood watching him, impassive. One, older than the rest, and more dignified, stepped forward. He looked at Rali tentively, then reached out.

Before Rali realised what he was doing, he had removed the glasses.

Scars. That's all they saw. Two vertical scars, one running down each eye. Like a scarecrow. Which was what someone had called him a while back. Which had lead to a death.... Which had lead to him being here....

Rather than aversion, or amusement, the man's expression, as much as Rali could tell through the helmet and beard, which probably started just below the eyebrows, was one of awe. The man turned, and shouted triumphantly. It was a second or so before Rali translated what he said, so shocked was he.[/I]

"The oracles speak true. Odin comes among us. Ragnarok is at hand."

[I]Oh ****.[/font][/color][/I]

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred][size=1]Hair now fixed up, Adaline walked out of the bathroom, stopping to enquire about the siren. The woman who?d paused to help glanced at her once, and replied that there was a glitch in the Load, and two agents were stuck in the Celtic load. Adaline grinned and thanked the woman. If they needed help, Adaline could surely provide it. It was possible that, after more than five years, she was finally in the right place at the right time.

She made her way quickly to the command station, trying to look serious and presentable all at once. Inside it was what looked rather like chaos. There hadn?t been a full-grown nomad for a while, and some staff had been getting complacent.

Adaline walked over to the head-operative, took one look at the frazzled man, and grinned in sympathy. ?Who do you have as a team??

The operative looked down at his list, slumped his shoulders, and flopped back into the chair. ?No one. This is my first week in this position!?

He looked so hopeless that Adaline couldn?t help but smile. The fact that this was the perfect opportunity to advance her standing ? and go on the Celtic mission could be another reason for her sudden desire to laugh, but she wouldn?t mention that to him. ?First you need to choose people who can cope in the Celtic Load. People who know about the Tuatha Dé Danann, and the customs.?

He seized onto that piece of information like a drowning man does to a plank of wood, and looked at her, sizing her up. ?Do you know anything about it??

She shrugged nonchalantly, not letting her glee show on her face. ?A fair bit. I studied it in training. It was great.?

?Could you please??

She smiled and nodded. ?I?ll be happy to help you out. Do you know who else you want to include?? He started to speak, stopped, looked down at his clipboard ? which was empty ? then shrugged. ?Well, I suggest Jack Fanning and Celestine. Otherwise, just pick those who seem suited.?

The man nearly passed out in thankfulness.[/size] [/color]

[Sere Tuscumbia]

OOC: Having gotten my OCD-ish-ness beat back down under control, I finally finshed my postie. Hurrah for Prozac!

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Nina, almost bored to tears, quickly and quietly moved the cloak to a more comfortable position, and then unnoticeably tuned the druid out, every-once-in-a-while politely smiling and nodding to show she was paying attention, even though she wasn't. Several more minutes of blandly following directions and the such went by, before the druid finally finished speaking-which led to a silent prayer from Nina-and then shooed the newlywed couple away.

Nina slumped against the door as the townspeople wandered away for more festivities after the wedding, and looked at Jonathan, who was lounging on a bed. "I am [I]never[/I] going to a wedding even if my life depends on it ever again. That was the most insipid thing I?ve ever had the misfortune to attend." She plucked the mistletoe crown off and laid it on the wooden table, and Jonathan did the same. "How long do you think we?ll be ab--" Nina started, but was cut off by a polite knock at the door.

Nina, surprised, stepped forward, and opened the door, placing a smile on her face. Outside, the draoia stood, then bowed politely. "Milord," he said, nodding to Jonathan, then smiled at Nina. "Milady, permission to enter?"

Nina blinked in surprise, then nodded, and stepped back, bowing and then shutting the door behind the druid. The druid stood there restlessly for a moment, wringing his hands, before turning to Jonathan, and blurting out, "Permission to speak freely, your Highness?"

Jonathan, settling comfortably (or so it seemed to Nina) into his part, nodded, and settled back against the wall to listen to the draoia. "Go on."

"No offense to the Amadaun (may he live forever), but your highnesses seemed uninterested in this joining. If it suits you, may I inquire why?"

Nina blanched for a moment, before chuckling, and waving her hand dismissively, thus buying herself some time. "The wedding was wonderful, I assure you, but the marriages of the Sidhe are much more extravagant, such as the wedlocking of Emer and Cuchullain. But," Nina sighed, "as your Queen, I will enjoy further festivities as to the best of my abilities. Now, if you are done, you may go. Lord Tiernan and I will join the feasting in a little while," she said, shrugging the cloak off, and nodding to the druid, before secretly winking to Jonathan.

The draoia nodded, and left, leaving Nina to giggle and bounce over to the bed and sit down next to Jonathan. "I?m thinking I can get used to this whole ?Queen? thing. It?s very becoming," she said, then looked at Jonathan, who was staring at the door, a frown upon his face. Nina blinked, then poked Jonathan in the side. "What?s wrong?"

"Is it just me, or does it seem that the druid may know more than he?s letting on?"

Nina looked in the direction of the closed door, and then echoed Jonathan?s frown. "You may be right, but there?s nothing to be done about it at this moment. If he lets something slip, then we?ll interrogate him privately. But for now, let?s just work on playing our parts, however frustrating they may be." Nina sighed, then bounced off the bed and turned to Jonathan, bowing slightly and holding out a hand to help him up. "So, Milord Tiernan, joining the frivolities?"

*xxx-

Muhahaha. Never mess with a writer on Prozac.

[liamc2]

The small computer hummed softly to itself as it trawled effortlessly through data. The screen held seven digits and two spare spaces. The humming increased and another digit appeared on the line, it flashed, notifying the hunched user of its presence. The computer continued back into its normal soft humming state.

The user smiled to himself and picked up a headpiece, pressing an autodial button. It rang once and the phone clicked.

?One digit left.? Said the user in an even tone.

?Good.? Came the digitally distorted reply, ?I?ll be right over.?

The user removed the headset and again glued his eyes on the screen. The computer hummed, ?busy? light blinking on and off to a steady nonexistent beat. A twist of fibre optic cables trailed from the back of the machine and off into the gloom, illuminating the darkness with an odd flash of green light that rushed to the machine.

Eight digits glowed on the screen, washing over the face of the user. As the speed of the ?busy? flash increased, the anticipation of the user grew. He leaned forward expectantly on his seat, half risen and clutching the desk in a state of frozen excitement.

The computer whirred and the space at the end of the queue of digits blurred. The final number focused and flashed on the screen, joyful at its own presence. The row of numbers blinked and turned red. The computer?s hum subsided and the ?busy? light faded.

The door behind the user opened, the sound of footsteps stopped behind his back.

?The time is nearly come.? Muttered a dry and raspy voice. ?The rescue ship is about to leave. You know what to do.?

The user nodded and scribbled the code down onto paper. The computer blinked off and another beside it blinked on. The user glided to it in his chair and typed the number into an already waiting box. All nine digits blinked once and a much larger window opened.

[I]Load planet access open. Attach file, update registry or clear RAM?[/I]
The user grinned. Years of work had finally payed off. He rubbed his hands together and picked up a small microchip out of an open drawer, placing it gently into a metal groove on the front of the computer.

[I]Uploading now?[/I]

[I]File present, Attach where?[/I]

The user scrolled the screen across until a blinking object was present. He selected it and pressed attach.

[I]Craft currently out of Load reach. Attach object when craft in reach? Abort?[/I]

The user selected his choice and leant back in his chair, smiling smugly to himself.

?So it begins,? droned the voice behind him.

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred]Leaning back, Adaline studied the notes on the computer. She nodded, happy with her choices. The man behind her sighed with relief. "Are those all the people we'll need? Anyone else?"

She checked the list. "That's all. Let's just hope that they can get here in time. If it is a rogue, which it sure sounds like, then they're gonna need some help. Besides, people are doing things..."

Adaline frowned as she realised that her mother was at her apartment. The security system had given Adaline a camera she could wear in her eye - much like a contact lense. He mother was puttering around, grinning with contentment. She looked like that cat that had gotten the cream. Which meant that she had something to say - something Adaline wouldn't like. "You know what," Adaline anounced, startling the man. "I think I'll go now, just to have a look around. After all, I'll be able to keep contact, if only minimally."

The man had no idea what to do except nod. She smiled at him, then moved foward and away, equipment managers scurrying after him.

~~~

[i]Craft is in start up mode.[/i] The letters flashed across the screen, and the man grinned. A voice behind him intoned "Soon. Always sooner."[/color]

[liamc2]

OOC: So sorry so very sorry..

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Jonathan coughed into hand. The robes and 'dress' furs he was wearing were dusty and smelling oddly of mothballs. Nina stood beside him wearing a stunning Celtic evening gown. Jonathan groaned, and he was stuck with something long dead and decomposing.

Jonathan squeezed her hand and they walked along the noisy dining hall and sat at the head of the tables.

The assembled audience faced them and applauded, raising horns and meat. Jonathan was more than disconcerned, something was wrong, something wasn't right, everything was...Feudal age...the meat, the drink...the dress...

A rift was definitely at play..

Jonathan felt a nudge in his ribs. Nina whispered up at him,

'You noticed it too?'

'Yeah...notice those minstrels over there? They [i]used[/i] to be axemen...'

'Something is wrong here. [i]Really[/i] wrong, normal rifts don't have this much power.'

Jonathan blinked and suddenly the open windows were now inlaid with fine stained glass.

'If it's a rift,' he said, 'it explains where they managed to pull all this stuff from...I mean, one minute we're in a humble run down fort, the next we've got rich gifts and clothing. We're way over our head here...'



~~~

Damn..library closing...

[Lady Asphyxia]

[color=darkred]The craft landed nicely, setting down softly. Adaline smiled and checked the craft's condition, noticing that one side seemed to be slightly lower than the other. Although, that could probably be explained by a slope.

Adaline climbed out of the craft, knowing that it needed to be moved. It might look like a carriage, but none-the-less, if anyone tried to look inside, they'd find a spacecraft.

A carriage rolled up beside hers, and a gentleman climbed out, clothed in fine - rich - clothes. That was when Adaline noticed something wrong. Weren't they supposed to be in Celtic - Medieval - times?

The man walked up, and held out his hand. Doing the only thing she could do, Adaline let him take it, before quickly snatching it back. "Bradley," he whispered. "Part of the team." She gave a grimace of a smile, wrinkled her nose, and started walking.

"What's wrong?"

"Notice anything?"

He was silent, looking around and assessing everything. "Not anything out of the ordinary..."

"Except for the fact that these are all signs of the Feudal Age..."

"Ah." Something had gone very, very wrong.[/color]

[liamc2]

The screen blipped quietly to itself, as though not daring to intrude into the silence engulfing it. The man at the table was half asleep, but the one standing behind, his eyes were alive, soaking up the computer screen's glow.

[i]Ship in Load space, upload file Y/N?[/i]

The tall man leant forward and pressed the key. The screen darkened and a percentage bar appeared. The computer itself started to hum and the LED lights around the chip lit up one by one.

[i]Initializing...2%...40%...[/i]

The long cables of fibre optics flashed to a silent, rapid hypnotic beat. The dark in the room shrank into the far corner as the opposite wall shone.

The man at the table woke up and stretched, yawning loudly.

'You missed all the fun,' the man behind him said, 'but you are just in time to weave your magic as it were..'

[i]Load complete, open program Y/N?[/i]

[i]Installing now....Done. Do you wish to activate program?[/i]

[i]Activation of program requires pass key, please swipe pass key before you continue[/i]

The man at the table reached his hand behind his head and had a plastic card handed to him. Carefully he insterted it into the slot.

'I hope you have a masking program,' the man behind him said, 'it would turn out bad for you if they traced it back to me..'

[i]Card accepted, welcome [u]UNKNOWN USER[/u] program initiated. Load space expanding[/i]

[i]5%[/i]
[b]Red flagging Load agents now...[/b]
[b]Done[/b]
[b]Agents Jonathan and Nina Red flagged.[/b]

[i]10%[/i]
[b]Load Expanding..[/b]