Digital Waltz

(Serena)
That would be Clopin, kidnapper extraordinaire. Maybe a touch of god complex" Serena leans over to Mist "Call him the unofficial boss. And us?...well, call us the voluntold slaves."

"Which I do have to ask Clopin, What's your stance on slavery?"

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Everyone)


Clopin released a raspy laugh: "You sound on edge, gentlemen. Bad for your blood pressure. I advice you to calm down."

He paused for some reason. It seems he's doing something in the background and its taking a lot of his attention:


"I know about the assassin. You resolved the situation and Jane was unharmed. Therefore, the hostages remain unharmed.
Its odd, however, that you decided stop at a densely populated club, to confront the assassin. A lot of possibilities for collateral damage. It contradicts your psychological profile.

Unless of course, you had no knowledge about the assassin, and came into the club for a different reason..." his voice became grave.


"Clopin.." Tomas called with worry.

"...listen to me carefully." Clopin said firmly and quietly: "Leave. My hacker. Alone. If you try to interfere with the hackers work again, I will be very upset.
You don't want me getting upset now, do you."



He paused, seemingly doing something again in the background:

"As for you last question.
I... do know Jane, to some extent. I believe I know her interests. Or rather, a very specific interest of hers."



Jane turned in her seat, frowning and concentrated. That last line definitely caught her attention:
"...my purpose..." Jane firmly called: "What do you know about it?"


"...have you remembered anything?" Clopin asked.

"..no" Jane said, frowning into space: "I remember I had a purpose. There was something I had to do... something very important to me... and I.. forgot it, somehow"

"Keep trying" Clopin audibly smirked: "I'm sure you'll remember."



He paused. You believe you heard him typing something on a cellphone:

"Now.." Clopin said. He sounds distracted: "If you have any important questions for me, I will reply... to some extent.
If not, I'll prepare a question for you"
















(Not Wyvern)


According to the map, your destination is located roughly 30 minutes away from here, via the public bus line.

As you begin to make your way there, you noticed several times that the security camera's around town, where clearly turning in your direction, each time you passed under one.


Several minutes pass, before your gaze randomly fell onto one of the TV add boards, and you suddenly saw a profile picture of you, showing across the entire screen.

Capital letters under the picture read:

"WANTED - COLLABORATOR WITH THE DISCIPLES OF MAREK.
KNOWN ALIASES: LORD WYVERN. RED OMEGA.
ARREST WARRANT ISSUED.
ANY INFORMATION OR SIGHTING OF THIS INDIVIDUAL, SHOULD BE REPORTED TO THE POLICE IMMEDIATELY."


You notice a large number of people, stopping and looking up at the TV screen, as it displayed a high resolution picture of you.

It looks like it was taken recently, somewhere today.

"Who writes this rubbish?" the hooded figure mutters as they get off the bus at the next stop and find a secluded spot without any cameras, and then cast an invisibility spell on themselves "And more to the point, how do they get their information, Lord Wyvern and Red Omega shouldn't even be connected? I'm just a faceless guy in a hood at the moment; are they monitoring the phones, as in every phone in the city?"

Whilst invisible, he then silently climbs onto the roof of the next bus, and continues on to the crematorium.

Rain twirls her arrow, "I wouldn't call myself a slave... Im more of a worried friend..." she huffs, "you are taking a big risk buddy..." she frowns at him, "but clearly you have some good intentions." she clears her throat, "I mean that... As in you and your hackers busted down that nurochip truck."

Violet chuckles, "Rain was also an artimis soldier..." she huffs, "...i think she is a prime example of an Artimis soldiers mindset..." she leans back, "she makes a fantastic trainer for anybody willing to learn... But its almost always shoot first dont bother with questions."

(Everyone)


After Serena's question, Clopin went quiet. Deathly quiet. The tension created by the silence was palpable.

Several seconds ticked by, painfully long, before Clopin quietly hissed:


"...be careful... Serena... you really don't want to piss, me, off..." His voice was saturated with cold anger. Something has set him off, to the point where he struggled to form a sentence, without exploding with anger.


Mira nervously fidgeted in her seat, confusion reflecting over her eyes.

As far as you remembered, Clopin was a pegasus.


He audibly exhaled, before he went on: "...I know enough about you. Enough to know that you don't want Twilight's and Kaylee's brains, splattered all over the walls.

Now, escort Jane to the lab of Doctor Zarovee. By the end of this task, my objective will become clear to everyone.
You have a two hour drive ahead of you. Sit tight and try not to make any more... unnecessary stops..."




After Rains words, Clopin noticeably calmed down and slowly exhaled:

"...yeah.. I guess we did bust a Neurochip truck.. didn't we...
I understand that Mira Lerner, recorded the whole thing, uploaded it to the internet? How did it go?" he asked. For some reason, his voice sounded down. Sad or hopeless somehow.



Mira raised her eyebrow and checked her phone. After a few moments she gasped and scowled at the screen:

"What the hell?! Every video I uploaded got blocked! Every website I contacted, just banned my accounts!
This happened... half a second, after I uploaded! They removed it that fast!? If this is UNN's doing, I swear to god-..
How did they even know what was in the video! I doubt even a single person looked at it, before they blocked it!"



Clopin released a hopeless sigh: "Yeah... I figured as much..." He sounded down:
"Look, it doesn't matter" he said, trying to convince you or himself, it was unclear:
"Just get Jane to the lab. Clopin out" he cut off his radio feed.





After a few seconds of silence, you heard Amy's voice in your earpiece:

"...guys.. I've been monitoring the safe room, where Clopin is held up. You told me to gather info on him, to figure out his identity, and I've managed to pick up several things.
If we can understand how he thinks, it may help us uncover his plans, potentially figure out his real identity and possibly even talk him down.



Now, I've managed to briefly punch through his cellphones security and got 2 hits:

First, he just texted someone. An unknown recipient, but I got the whole text log recorded.

Second, he held a conversation with Twilight. I've managed to record a part of that conversation.


What do you want to see first? The text log, or the conversation with Twilight?
Both have very valuable information"

(Not Wyvern)


As you climbed onto the roof of the next bus and the vehicle began to move, you noticed a group of police officers, descend onto the spot where you were earlier, only a few moments ago.

It looks like they can't see you anymore, but something clearly tipped them off to your earlier location.


The bus continued to move down the street. A few police squad cars passed by, in the opposite direction. For the time being, it seems they don't know where you are.


A few moments ticked by, then your cellphone ringed, treacherously loud, alerting you to a text message. Thankfully, the traffic noise was even louder and the ring tone got largely drowned out by the ambient noise.

(Arnold, Oboro)

The blue pegasus sat rigid at the mentioning of the name of her boss.

"A conversation with Twilight?! Let us hear immediately!"

"Hold on a second there, sidekick!" The blonde stallion replied. "Sure there might be value in the words of them, but if we know what's written in that chat log we may find out more."

The halberdier retorted. "But it's the boss! And I swear, if you call me sidekick again..."

"I know, great misfortune..." A sigh sounds. "But I still keep to my idea, the chat log could have more information. Besides, if you get too caught up in your personal feelings here, you'll make a mistake. We can't afford more slips like before."

Oboro went quiet. She then slumped back down. "I guess so. The chatlog it is. Two votes here."

(Twilight)

The mare gave a frown. She then turned to Kaylee. "What do we pick? A hint or a help line? If you ask me, both seem to be a bit rigged. So there's really no right answer, I think."

(???)

In the crowd, there's a man. A dramatic moving man. Like he's playing a part in his own head. Holding his hand across his face, he mutters a narration.

"Ah, the bustling livelyhood of the metropolis. Where the very air is Recycled by others and the voices drown inthemself. Alas, I cannot hear them, for my own ears have succumbed to the whispers from the dark, calling out to me and dictating my every move. Such is the curse I must bear alone."

When the police escort becomes audiable, he winks one time with his left eye. When it has passed, he does it again. He then moves the hand from his face, cluthing the impractical but dramatic cloak he wore.

"Ah! My eye! It has seen the path! The way to advance on this very day! Whims of fate, thank you for your blessing! Guide me to salvation!"

He then began to walk briskly in the direction of the police vans.

(Moon)

"I think the texts first. Might be able to find out who he texted, and what those texts were." Moon said before putting her flask away. She was looking around cautiously, thinking of something. "It jut dawned on me that if I hadn't left my shop early around two years ago, I wouldn't be here...I'd probably still be in Canterlot."

(Mist)

"So, we're being ordered around by a creepy dude behind a radio threatening to kill some people, and since the word 'Twilight' was mentioned, I'm guessing the councillors are being held hostage." Mist sounded ever so slightly irritated, or in pain, it was hard to tell with her voice.

(Are your characters just insane Twi? xD)

Rain sighs and leans back, Moon didn't hear her. Probably for the best, "text." she says blandly.

(Serena)
"I'm in on the text vote as well" Serena replied. Clopins reaction had caused a grin to appear on her face. "I really want to know what our unstable friend is up too."

(Radiance)
"Guess I'm out voted then, " Radiance chuckles

(Naomi)
"Don't care" Naomi sits with her knees drawn up to her chest, her head resting on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. She's staring at the van wall in front of her.

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Not Wyvern)


As you climbed onto the roof of the next bus and the vehicle began to move, you noticed a group of police officers, descend onto the spot where you were earlier, only a few moments ago.

It looks like they can't see you anymore, but something clearly tipped them off to your earlier location.


The bus continued to move down the street. A few police squad cars passed by, in the opposite direction. For the time being, it seems they don't know where you are.


A few moments ticked by, then your cellphone ringed, treacherously loud, alerting you to a text message. Thankfully, the traffic noise was even louder and the ring tone got largely drowned out by the ambient noise.

The hooded figure ignores the phone, as both themselves and the phone were invisible, so they wouldn't be able to read it.

(Everyone)


"Yeah.." Tomas quietly nodded to Moon. His sight became distant, looking into space somewhere:

"..its... amazing and.. frightening sometimes.. how many things happen because of a simple coincidence.
The entire Slavegear incident could have turned out much worse.. if the heroes of Adelheid weren't sucked into its events.


And... when such a coincidence happens, I guess.. we have to make a choice.

Let the opportunity pass us by, or seize it. And try to do something great.

Ordinary people like us, suddenly thrust into a situation, where we can make a real difference. To have our actions affect the entire world.
And then, perhaps, we can make the world, a little bit better.." Tomas sighed, staring off into space, consumed by his own thoughts.

Then he looked at you and smiled: "...I'm.. glad you chose to seize this opportunity... doing something like this.. it takes great courage" he smiled.



After a moment, Amy's voice cut through the radios: "Guys, I'm sending you the text log now. Use the van's built in computer to view it."

As you examine the vans interior, you do spot a small computer, built into its side, opposite to the passenger seats in the back.

After a few seconds, its screen lit up and displayed the following:



Clopin: waht in gods name are you doing

Unknown: Retaliation

Clopin: This wasn't the plan!

Unknown: I improvised

Clopin: Did you forget who we're dealing with!?

Unknown: Force is the only thing they understand. They take a potshot at Jane. I take a potshot at them.

Clopin: Are you actually trying to provoke them? They have 3 factories in Adelheid alone, producing hundreds of Neurochips in a day. Your stunt hardly put a dent in their operation.

Unknown: It was a warning shot. They come after Jane. I come after them. And every time they try to screw with us, I will retaliate, harder and harder each time. An eye for an eye.

Clopin: You're riling them up! Stop it!

Unknown: Make me, darling    ★~(◡﹏◕✿)  You're stuck in that hidey hole of yours.

Clopin: This isn't a part of your mission! I'm ordering you to stop!

Unknwon: You're not in charge of this operation

Clopin: Neither are you!



The chat log stopped there.













(Not Wyvern)

The phone stopped beeping after a while. The bus ride continued without incident for several minutes.
The rain continued to fall, somewhat obscuring your vision. It was difficult spotting objects in the distance.

No more police sirens could be heard in the vicinity. It seems they've lost you for now.

After another minute, your cellphone started to ring, alerting you to an incoming call.









(Twilight)

"..I wander why he asked that question.." Kaylee slightly frowned, thinking: "..there may be something we're missing.
Non the less. I guess there's no harm in calling a friend for help"








(???)

It seems the police vans had pulled to a short stop, at a red light in the road juncture.

You notice several surveillance cameras, strategically placed on the side of the surrounding buildings. The cameras were watching the road, and as the vans passed under them, the cameras visibly turned, following the path of the van.

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Not Wyvern)

The phone stopped beeping after a while. The bus ride continued without incident for several minutes.
The rain continued to fall, somewhat obscuring your vision. It was difficult spotting objects in the distance.

No more police sirens could be heard in the vicinity. It seems they've lost you for now.

After another minute, your cellphone started to ring, alerting you to an incoming call.

The hooded figure answers the phone, using touch to find the buttons.

(Moon)

She smiled at Tomas "Well it was either this or nicking a particularly nice painting from Fancy Pants without breaking his window again." Moon chuckled. And knowing her, she probably wasn't joking either. She looked at the chat log and frowned, not sure what to make from it.

(Mist)

Mist stared at it "I'd say that these are texts from Clopin to his hacker. And he has little control over them, a rogue employee." She sighed, leading back before wincing a little.

(Everyone)


"Fancy... pants?..." Tomas repeated in confusion: "Is that.. a persons name?" he turned his head and looked into space in confusion: "...Equestrian names are so odd"

"Aaanyway" Mira called from her van, over the radio: "...the text log is rather troubling. If the hacker considers taking over a Spider Tank and hurling a truck across the street, a simple 'potshot', I don't want to know what she'll do when she gets really pissed off.
They'll turn Adelheid into a war zone.
Forget what Clopin said. If we see another opportunity to nab the hacker, we take it"



"Yeah.." Jane sighed and looked down: "We just need to figure out who she is. Gather enough evidence to make an arrest"










(Not Wyvern)


A digitally distorted voice answers on the other end. You can't seem to tell the gender of the speaker:

"...Hello Neo. The Matrix has you. My name is Morpheus"


The speaker paused for dramatic effect:

"I don't know what you've said on that last call on the payphone, but it looks like you kicked down a hornets nest.
They're coming for you. The media already has your ID and the police are scrambling to intercept you at the crematorium. I would advice staying clear of that area. And the cargo plane. They won't let it take off."

Violet Night wrote:(Are your characters just insane Twi? xD)

(No! > I mean, they are, but they're not only crazy. ;P )

(Arnold, Oboro)

The blue mare frowns, speaking in the ear again. "That's certainly throwing a twist. Both the hacker and Clopin are pawns?"

"It would make sense." The blonde with an axe replied. "Such acts are far bwyond the ability of one, and it would be incredibly stupid to stand there in the field as the boss."

"Yeah, I suppose." She took a glance at Jane again, then suddenly she realized something.

"Amy, this may sound strange, but Twilight once told me how it was when she was in Slavegear. She called it hellish, but the idea behind it could be useful. See, she controlled it, not with controls, but with her mind. Can the same be done with hacking?"

(Twilight)

"Let's try the friend then. Hopefully that friend is on a computer right now."

(???)

"What a most peculiar turn of events! The darkness beckons me, it tells me... Yes... Yes... Aha!"

He went to trail the van, knowing it would definitely be part of something big. A genuine smile forms on his face.

"So exciting!"

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Everyone)


"Fancy... pants?..." Tomas repeated in confusion: "Is that.. a persons name?" he turned his head and looked into space in confusion: "...Equestrian names are so odd"

"Aaanyway" Mira called from her van, over the radio: "...the text log is rather troubling. If the hacker considers taking over a Spider Tank and hurling a truck across the street, a simple 'potshot', I don't want to know what she'll do when she gets really pissed off.
They'll turn Adelheid into a war zone.
Forget what Clopin said. If we see another opportunity to nab the hacker, we take it"



"Yeah.." Jane sighed and looked down: "We just need to figure out who she is. Gather enough evidence to make an arrest"










(Not Wyvern)


A digitally distorted voice answers on the other end. You can't seem to tell the gender of the speaker:

"...Hello Neo. The Matrix has you. My name is Morpheus"


The speaker paused for dramatic effect:

"I don't know what you've said on that last call on the payphone, but it looks like you kicked down a hornets nest.
They're coming for you. The media already has your ID and the police are scrambling to intercept you at the crematorium. I would advice staying clear of that area. And the cargo plane. They won't let it take off."

"I like the reference, very suitable" the hooded figure smirks "But who are you really, and how do you know this?"

Rain smiles at Tomas, "Equestria does have strange names dont they" she chuckles, "Rain Runner... Firewing Heattail, moodusts." she leans back with a smile, "odd odd names..." she sighs before leaning back and talking idley, "Clopin my darling secret admirer..." she taunts, "...where did you go!" she says with a soft chuckle.

"Are you ok mist..." she says looking around for mabye a random piece of wood inside the van. She hoped for the best.

Rain flicks open her phone and begins texting "Hi dear! just wondering how things are going up there! The city is great! I heard there is a Lovely forest near aldihide that the kids would LOVE to play in! You should really send them down here! Make sure they bring their toys along for the ride just in case they get bored! I'll also need their number so I can tell them I love them and i hope to see them soon! Also tell them to prepare for a long camping trip when I see them!

~<3 Rain
Ps. Luv ya lots!"

(Everyone)


"...hacking.. with.. your mind..." Amy slowly repeated, loosing her breath: "...using a computer... with.. your mind..." she sounded frightened.


Tomas leaned forward, exhaling and collecting his hands: "Good.. god..... is such a thing even possible?"


"I don't know..." Amy swallowed: "But it would certainly provide an advantage.
Imagine using your computer, just by thinking about it.
Moving the mouse cursor with your eyes. Typing sentences just by picturing words in your head. You won't even need a keyboard.

Just plug your brain into a computer, like its a god damn Slavegear robot and you're good to go..."
She took a moment to think things over. Judging by her rapid breathing, she's very unsettled by this:


"...I've never heard of such a thing but.. it would not be a stretch to assume this technology already exists. We have Slavegears, we have Neurochips, we have Cybernetics. The gap between man and machine is being bridged very rapidly.

And with the new Tilerium laced Cybernetics, you can control your own prosthetic limbs, just by thinking about it.
Did someone invent the technology, to control computers with their mind?...


I don't know what it would do to your reaction times or cognitive skills but... its... its something we should consider...

Our hacker may be using a computer, with her mind. It would certainly help her blend into the crowd and avoid suspicion."




The vans made a brief stop at a red light on the street. The rain continued to pound the roof of the vehicle, its staccato loudly echoing inside the interior.

As you look around the car, you don't see any wood, but you do notice several armored vests, hanging inside a small locker and a large box with a red cross on it. Seemingly a heavy first aid kit.


As Rain sent out the text message, her phone showed a waiting icon, then beeped, displaying an error message:

'Area of poor reception. Failed to send message.'
'Retry?'





Amy's quiet voice rang in the earpiece again: "..there's still the recording I have, of Clopin talking to Twilight... I'll play it now"

Her voice disappeared and a few moments later, you heard the distorted, raspy voice of Clopin:




"...-I was a soldier of Soren, long before the Union ever existed.
I fought in the Demeter skirmishes. Lost my leg and my arm in the battles.

I thought I was fighting for my country, but I was later abandoned by it.
And the skirmishes proved to be just a political maneuver to raise Soren's economy.

My friends died for nothing. And I lost my limbs, my life, for nothing.
Left to live on the street, unable to get employment or proper healthcare.


But then, suddenly, after years of suffering, a new and fast growing cybernetics corporation had offered me a program for rehabilitation, completely free of charge.

They offered me new age cybernetics. They offered me a chance, to serve in a new special anti terrorist branch, where I could fight to actually save innocent lives and do something that matters.


...I agreed immediately. If only to get a new purpose in life and get my limbs back...


Only... that deal was rigged from the start..." he trailed off and the recording stopped.

(Not Wyvern)


"I am the hacker everyone's looking for" The voice spoke with an audible smile:

"...it seems the police have been issues a warrant for your arrest. False charges of course, but they won't discover the mistake, until you're already behind bars. It seems someone wants you severely delayed. Or out of the picture entirely.

That last phone call of yours, really rattled someone's cage.

What did you do man? What'd you do? What you doooooo?"









(Twilight)


Kaylee tried to call out to Clopin, but he raised his hand, signaling to wait. He seems to be preoccupied, texting someone on his cellphone.






(???)


The convoy of 4 vans still seems to be standing at a red light, some hundred meters away.
The rain was getting stronger, large rain drops beginning to obscure distant objects from view.

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Not Wyvern)


"I am the hacker everyone's looking for" The voice spoke with an audible smile:

"...it seems the police have been issues a warrant for your arrest. False charges of course, but they won't discover the mistake, until you're already behind bars. It seems someone wants you severely delayed. Or out of the picture entirely.

That last phone call of yours, really rattled someone's cage.

What did you do man? What'd you do? What you doooooo?"









(Twilight)


Kaylee tried to call out to Clopin, but he raised his hand, signaling to wait. He seems to be preoccupied, texting someone on his cellphone.






(???)


The convoy of 4 vans still seems to be standing at a red light, some hundred meters away.
The rain was getting stronger, large rain drops beginning to obscure distant objects from view.

"It was a perfectly innocent request, i just wanted to charter a plane" the hooded figure mused "So were you responsible for taking over the Rumba?"

(Moon)

"Sounds pretty believable." Moon sighed, leaning forward. She looked at Tomas and forced a smile "Do you want some whiskey?" She offered, pointing to the flask I'm her pocket.

(Mist)

Mist nodded "My arms were paid for by an employer. I lost them when I was driving on a motorbike and it went over a concealed landmine. I bet Artemis planted it. I don't trust any deal that looks too good to be true. It sounds like Clopin did just that."

(Van #1: Jane, Oboro, Naomi, Rain, Moon, Tomas)


"Oh, n-no, I can't while I'm on duty" Tomas smiled in gratitude: "But thank you, its kind of you to offer."

Sitting up close, you noticed that Tomas' pelt concealed an alarming number of scars on his face. The scars all looked the same, linear and long, dispersed in a random pattern.
It didn't look like sword marks. Though what exactly caused this, is unclear.


Jane was sitting in a very collected manner, her hands slightly wrapped around herself. She was visibly battling with something inside her mind.


Ted and Bren, the two police officers that spoke to Mira earlier, sat in the passengers compartment, next to you.
Another, unfamiliar officer was driving the van.


Tomas tried to suppress a yawn and looked through the window. The rain was still pouring hard and you could barely see the street light, as it changed to green.

The van jerked slightly and continued its calm ride down the street. As the next juncture arrived, your van slowly banked left and began slowly driving down a different street, leaving the convoy.

Tomas looked out of the window in confusion and called to the driver:

"..hey, I think we took a wrong turn.. we're leaving the convoy. The other vans continued heading straight" he said, turning his head towards the driver.

"Are you sure?" the driver called, looking ahead: "Can't see a damned thing in this rain" he squinted at the road.















(Van #2: Mira, Arnold, Serena, Radiance, Violet, Mist)


The red light finally changed to green and the convoy continued to slowly roll down the streets.

The rain pounded the windshield pretty hard and the visibility was poor.

At the next juncture, the van in front of you turned left and continued slowly driving down a different street.


"...the hell is he doing" the driver of your van frowned, raising an eyebrow.

"Whats wrong?" Mira called from her seat.

"Unit 1 is leaving the convoy" the driver said, pointing at the van that just took a left turn. The other three vans continued driving straight ahead.

"Is that Jane's van?" Mira called quietly.

"Yeah" the driver said, frowning. He picked up the radio and called: "Unit 1, you're deviating from the planned route. Please respond, you're leaving the convoy... Unit 1 do you read?... Unit 1 please respond, over"











(Not Wyvern)


"Maaaybe. People say hacking a Rumba is impossible you know." the voice said in a jolly voice:

"So, what'd you really do. They wouldn't draft a fake police warrant, if you just wanted to charter a plane. I can help you, you know"

The voice paused for a few moments, before continuing:


"The rain's getting heavy. It reveals your silhouette on the bus, even with the spell on. Its only a matter of time before they spot you. And then things will become very heated.

The city is almost completely covered with security cameras, but there are blind spots. I can tell you where they are, if you tell me the details of your conversation earlier.

We have a common adversary, you know"

Kaylee Brown wrote:(Van #1: Jane, Oboro, Naomi, Rain, Moon, Tomas)


"Oh, n-no, I can't while I'm on duty" Tomas smiled in gratitude: "But thank you, its kind of you to offer."

Sitting up close, you noticed that Tomas' pelt concealed an alarming number of scars on his face. The scars all looked the same, linear and long, dispersed in a random pattern.
It didn't look like sword marks. Though what exactly caused this, is unclear.


Jane was sitting in a very collected manner, her hands slightly wrapped around herself. She was visibly battling with something inside her mind.


Ted and Bren, the two police officers that spoke to Mira earlier, sat in the passengers compartment, next to you.
Another, unfamiliar officer was driving the van.


Tomas tried to suppress a yawn and looked through the window. The rain was still pouring hard and you could barely see the street light, as it changed to green.

The van jerked slightly and continued its calm ride down the street. As the next juncture arrived, your van slowly banked left and began slowly driving down a different street, leaving the convoy.

Tomas looked out of the window in confusion and called to the driver:

"..hey, I think we took a wrong turn.. we're leaving the convoy. The other vans continued heading straight" he said, turning his head towards the driver.

"Are you sure?" the driver called, looking ahead: "Can't see a damned thing in this rain" he squinted at the road.















(Van #2: Mira, Arnold, Serena, Radiance, Violet, Mist)


The red light finally changed to green and the convoy continued to slowly roll down the streets.

The rain pounded the windshield pretty hard and the visibility was poor.

At the next juncture, the van in front of you turned left and continued slowly driving down a different street.


"...the hell is he doing" the driver of your van frowned, raising an eyebrow.

"Whats wrong?" Mira called from her seat.

"Unit 1 is leaving the convoy" the driver said, pointing at the van that just took a left turn. The other three vans continued driving straight ahead.

"Is that Jane's van?" Mira called quietly.

"Yeah" the driver said, frowning. He picked up the radio and called: "Unit 1, you're deviating from the planned route. Please respond, you're leaving the convoy... Unit 1 do you read?... Unit 1 please respond, over"











(Not Wyvern)


"Maaaybe. People say hacking a Rumba is impossible you know." the voice said in a jolly voice:

"So, what'd you really do. They wouldn't draft a fake police warrant, if you just wanted to charter a plane. I can help you, you know"

The voice paused for a few moments, before continuing:


"The rain's getting heavy. It reveals your silhouette on the bus, even with the spell on. Its only a matter of time before they spot you. And then things will become very heated.

The city is almost completely covered with security cameras, but there are blind spots. I can tell you where they are, if you tell me the details of your conversation earlier.

We have a common adversary, you know"

"And that adversary would be?" the hooded figure asks "Why would you want to help me?"

Rain glances at the driver, "would you mind turning around?" she says with a sigh trying to resend the message before snapping the phone shut and twirling an arrow once more. the arrow stopping in the palm of her hand as she grips it as if it were a dagger, her dark stormy eyes carefully examine the broadhead of the arrow, she sighs and continues to twirl it.

"Well that cannot go well" Violet frowns, "cant even trust the convoy." she looks down, "im sure they can handle it." she sighs nervously.

(Arnold)

When there was no contact from the radio, he pressed on his ear. "Hello? Can anyone from unit one hear me? Sidekicks, do you read?!"

(Oboro)

"Guess we got more current worries then the government." She looks at Rain, trying her best to hold in her nationalism.

"Rain, right?" Her volume goes softer, so the front seat won't hear it. "If he doesn't change course in 50 seconds, shoot the tire."

(???)

As the vans began to move, he tried his best to keep an eye on them. He closed his right eye, as he aimed to look above the crowd.

"Hold on... What trickery is this?! They'll stand together!" He then broke into a run, knowing full well that the crowd and his own speed would not suffice to catch up to a moving car.

~One police car moves out of it's written path. That's suspicious! There must be a reason for that! First the quaking noise, now this? The plot thickens! I, Angelos the Dark, shall fix this!~

He whips off the top of hishood, revealing a horn. Then, he uses a telekinetic boost to jump to a lightpost. From there, he swung further, moving la parkour to chase the van.

(Twilight)

Her eyes narrow. "He's busy on his phone. Is he blogging this?"