WONK: the Chaos Reigns Players

[KilroyCD]

To DB: Sorry old chap, but I'm darned well useless until I've had my first cuppa. Would you like one as well? One lump or two?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Addressing first man," Can't you just let me go; if I am of no consoquence to you. It would'nt matter then if I were to run away."

Man 2-Shut your mouth. We have buisness to attend to. You are not dead yet.

Man 1- Maybe we should stash her away until Diamondback shows up. You know he will.

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

[aside]Incredible... fifty thousand volts and he just shakes it off like nothing happens... *shakes head*

Kilroy, Samantha's in deep crap. There's a thermos over there--black, you'll have to add your own cream and sugar.

[radio]I expected that threat--I've read your playbook before, since I wrote it. Know this: there's a tracking beacon built into that radio, and if anything so much as harms a hair on her head--which, by the way, would violate your "collateral damage" limits--you have no bargaining chip to stop me from orchestrating your deathsw by the most violent, gruesome, painful methods I can devise--it's been a long time since I introduced anyone to a tankful of piranhas, it's about time again...

You still haven't answered the question: what the CENSORED do you want, CENSORED?[/radio]

[other radio channel]Blackout, get up and over to Samantha's last known location and downlink your sensor data to my PDA. Don't let 'em know you're there, though...[/radio]

 

[retrogirl1941]

Man 1-(into radio) Come in DB, DB. We know your there.We have your girlfriend here....

I interupt him" We are not togther!Why don;t you just throw me in the river and get this over with"

Man 2- Naw, we have other plans for you.(shoves me into car again)

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

*mutes radio mike, redirects speaker to "text mode" on heads-up display*

Kilroy, here's the deal: I think one of our Milos is working for the other side, and have a plan to interrogate them--you play "good-cop", I'm "bad". My little friend here...

*bright blue spark crackles across Taser's electrodes*

should be most helpful...

 

[KilroyCD]

Oh, it sounds like Samantha's in a right pickle. I think I can get us a Lysander, as the Air Ministry hasn't seen fit to replace the Dominie I wrecked a few weeks ago. Or do you have something else in mind?

 

[retrogirl1941]

The car stopped at a small house along a very badly cared for road.

Man 3- Get out!(pushing me out of car)

The men escorted me into the house and told me to sit down in the kitchen of this grimy cottage. It looked as if time had stopped 200 years ago in this place.

Man 1- We know you have valuble inofrmation and we want it! We want to know what you were doing giving coordinates of the german army?

"I will not tell you anything! I can't! I was doing as I was told."

Man 2- MAybe this will change your mind(there was now some firearm pressed into my back)

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

I do--first, we get some more information, then we go stomp these guys a new one... Here's the idea, you're trying to be both Milos' pal, I'm the one who wants to give them a lead enema and is on the brink of doing so...

Several minutes later, in Hangar 18's secure suite...
[Diamondback and Kilroy enter. Both Milos are sitting in chairs, hands behind the backs, braced upright]

[in my best sociopathic Men in Black Agent K monotone]Gentlemen, this *holds up taser, lets it crackle* is called a "taser"--a gift from some friends from out of town. This blue spark here will put fifty thousand volts into wherever I strike with it, causing severe pain, possible unconsciousness and definite loss of bladder and bowel control. Permit me to translate: I touch you with this, everything you got in you comes out, right now. Who wants some first?

Milo #2, whining: "OkayokayOKAY! I'll tell you whatever you wanna know, just Don't Taze Me, Bro!PleaseOhPleaseOhPleaseOhCRAAAAAAAAAAAAP...*Milo#2 wets himself*

Well, we know which one's the real Milo now--"taze" is definitely a word only a downtimer would know, and "don't taze me, bro" is a definite downtimer phrase.

So tell me, Milo, or whatever your name is, what can you offer us in the way of information to try to buy, if not my goodwill, then at least my no longer desiring to reduce you to your component parts just for the heck of it? Like maybe, starting with what Carter's been drugged with? *taser crackles, Milo whimpers again*

 

[retrogirl1941]

"Please, ......I can't tell.....you..... any.....thing................."falls to floor.

Man 1- What should we do with her now?

Man 2- We have to wait for her beloved comes for her, he'll be here soon.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

Whispering to DB: Did you really hit me with that thing this morning? Bloody hell! I was really out of it!
By the way, now that you've mentioned Carter, he hasn't been seen in a week or so. You may want to ask "Milo", or whatever his name is if he knows where Carter is...

 

[Diamondback]

[aside]Yes, Kilroy--good thing you hadn't eaten anything for a bit. Isn't psychological warfare wonderful?

Ohhhh... Carter... he's been spirited away to a safehouse by PFY, under sedation. We figured the best way to keep whatever's hitting him from spreading until we can ID it was an induced coma...

[to room]Go ahead, start asking your questions, I think our new "friend" here will be most eager to tell us everything he knows, and best guesses on what he doesn't... *taser crackles, Milo whimpers*

 

[KilroyCD]

Right DB, in the meantime, I'll try to scare up a suitable aircraft. Sam's in trouble, and I'm sure time is of the essence. Lysander, or do you think I should grab the Hudson? Unless you'd rather me go it alone, and since my good ol' Spitfire is back in good health again...

 

[retrogirl1941]

When I woke up the men were asleep in various corners of the room. I was still on the floor. "oh, my head." At that moment I saw a rat scurry over my feet(though I can't feel it through my boots).I screamed. The men woke up.

Man 1-(yawning) So you decided to wake up and supplie us with information did you?

Man 3- Though your stalling is qiute annoying, its nice to be in the company of such a fine lady. Most people working in oyur line of work are just homely looking farm girls who could'nt married off.

Man 1- Enough chit-chating, Where is DB? And your father? We know you are close to him at least...

"I have no clue where any of them are. I will not tell you anything!"

Man 3 gettiig highly irritated pulls his pistol out and fires a stray shot(everybody ducks)

Man 3- (holding pistol to my head) next one goes here(tapping head with gun)

"I can't tell you anything!" A shot goes off, I fall back on to the floor. He shot my arm.Luckily I have a thick sweater on to stop bleeding too much.

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

This week's episode is finally brought to you by:

Moxie - The soft drink that tastes like bad cough syrup!



Wait a minute! That wasn't supposed to be in the script!

 

[Diamondback]

Better make it a multi-seater--our friend here is going with us, just in case he tries anything stupid--Blackout's already feeding me targeting data, which I'm cross-feeding over to Arnold.

[A very large, muscular man in a black suit enters]
Meantime, an introduction is in order. Kilroy, "Arnold"; "Arnold", Kilroy. *Arnold shakes Kilroy's hand, displaying a grip too strong to be human*

Arnold: So, ve haff an extraction mission. Vhat is the opposition aaahmed vith? You vill also need a plane vith heaffy-lift capability...

We better continue this over in the armory, we're gonna need a lot of guns...

 

[KilroyCD]

*Looks over Arnold, thinks to himself* "Well, that scratches the Lysander. He alone is too big."
I can get a Lockheed Hudson for us. It's a medium bomber with reasonably good short field capabilities. Will that be sufficient?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Man 3-Red, let me let you in on a secret, We know you can't give us the information we are looking for. We really just want to get to DB.(evil laugh)


"Owww... my arm! If.......... I can;t help you...... why are you...... hurting me?"

Man 1- If we hurt you and ultimatley kill you we hurt DB in the end.

Samantha

 

[Diamondback]

Unless we'd rather risk the paradox of using my Pave Low, I should think a Hudson will work.

Arnold: My chassis alone veighs fife hundred pounds. Add another fifty for ze skin, so... any laaahge nightfightuh oh tvin-engine attack bombuh should vork.

Guns--Kilroy, what's your pleasure?

 

[retrogirl1941]

Man 2- Make yourself comfortable red.You are going to be for a while.

As he is talking I take off my sweater and wrap my arm in with it. "I owuld rather freaaze to dealth than bleed out.."

Man 1- We can arrannge that(drenching the fire with water and turing it to smolders)

Samantha

 

[KilroyCD]

A large night fighter? DB, is your '61 available? It's a lot quicker than the Hudson...