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As Buck and Tommy slept, they dreamed. Much to the contrary of their thoughts while awake, their dreams have been very troubled ever since Tommy's brother was killed. Also, their dreams were always the same for both of them, no matter what the dream was about, even if it involved facts only one of them knew. It was surmised that the pair had a subconscious telepathic link while asleep. Their dream tonight was very troubling, indeed. Sartain was in it, she was executing Tommy's brother, and then aiming her gun at them. They awoke in a cold sweat to talk about it. "What do you think it means?" asked Buck.
"It's obvious what it means. We know that Sartain was in the Middle East around the time of my brother. We must subconsciously resent her, because my brother died and she didn't," replied Tommy.
Neither of them realized that the dream meant more than they thought. They were able to get back to sleep, but they still hadn't gotten over their dream by morning.

Meanwhile, in a secret laboratory...

"Good, you're awake. I've finally revived you, although I needed to... improvise a little. You probably don't remember what happened, or even who you are. You are Masheen Gunn, and your brother and his insolent little friend did this to you. You work for me, Dr. Malifarious. You used to just use a gun and a variety of gadgets, now they're integrated into your body to replace parts that couldn't be restored. I also added some melee abilities. That should catch you up, right?"
"Uh... yeah, I guess. But why would I be working for an obvious villain, and my brother be opposing me?"
"Your parents liked him more, so you resented him."
"Ok, I'll buy that. He'll be dead in a week or less."
"Boy, what a grade-A sucker," the doctor thought to himself, "Well, get going. Have fun, don't stay out to late."

(OOC: Masheen is a mega-archvillain. He has all the moves of the following powersets: Assault Rifle, devices, medicine, munitions mastery, claws, super reflexes, regeneration, weapon mastery, body mastery, invulnerability (tanker version), super strength, fighting, fitness, and energy mastery. His damage is scrapper-level, with tanker HP, he can score criticals with ranged attacks, his healing for medicine is as good as a defender, he's immune to all status effects, and always has all of the toggle powers of his powersets on, and they drain no endurance. He's an uber-god, so engaging him is a VERY bad idea. But he can be stopped.)

(OOC: Celes should hang with my guys, Buck and Tommy are wellsprings of positive energy, usually stemming from Lazier's negative energy )

After Tommy and Buck had gone into their dorm rooms to sleep, Lazier Beeme decided to test out his new weapon. As he patrolled the streets, pasting gang members, he started tweaking the gun's functions. At the end of his midnight patrol, his laser could, on top of its original abilities, project protective fields around allies, trap foes inside impenetrable bubbles, fire a painful and powerful bolt of force, knocking enemies away, and fire large bombs that work the same as a multi-target version of his bolt ability. "Not bad. Combined with my energy beams, I'm almost as good as Buck. Now all I need is a mega attack, like Buck's full auto. I've got it!" and so, Lazier Beeme went into his room to work on his new attack. By morning, he was done. "Introducing... the particle overload channeler!"
"How about... the Nova Blaster?" commented Buck.
"It rolls off of the tongue easier," added Tommy.
"Fine, whatever. I swear, you two are just the pushiest sons of ...," he trailed off, grumbling to himself.

(OOC: There we are, now Lazier has an explanation for all of his attacks.)

Disco Inferno had noticed Trevor's heart racing right before he entered the room, which led to the assumption that he had said more than Trevor had wanted him to. "I noticed your heart rate go up a moment ago, but no worries. I don't even know what your powers are, if you have any. Besides, Kirke seems more like the ONLY one who won't betray us. Lemme get you a chair and some coffee," as Disco Inferno mentioned it, coffee and a chair just like the other two appeared from out of nowhere. "I love this place. It has such great service."

As Buck and Tommy returned to the dorms, an explosion came from the room next to theirs. "He's at it again," said Buck.
"Indeed he is," replied Tommy.
"Eureka! I've done it!" cried the occupant of the room.
Buck and Tommy entered the room from where the voice came to find exactly what they expected. It looked much like the laboratory of a mad scientist, except scorched from the explosion. In an office chair, wearing his usual long, flowing lab coat, was Lazier Beeme, working on another project that, if history was any indication, was doomed to failure.
"What'cha working on today? An atomic hibachi? A nuclear microwave?" Buck's inquiry wasn't accepted with kindness.
"Try again, [censored]. It's a weapon for myself, so I'm not just YOUR tech support. It fires high-concentration lasers, usually knocking foes flat on their rumps. It also has a force field generator, for protection," Lazier was smiling smugly.
"Well, we made some new friends today," said Tommy, believing Lazier to be one-upped.
"Meh," was Lazier's indifferent reply.
"Since you're equipped for battle now, you can come on patrols with us, it'll be fun, and those lasers could come in handy when we decide to unleash our screaming metal death upon enemies," said Buck.
"But you're not allowed to kill humans unless there's no chance of saving them, like vampyrs, or devoureds," added Tommy.
"Okay, just don't treat me with the utter disrespect you usually show me."
"Us, disrespect you? Oh, no, your holiness, Tommy and I would never think of doing that."
"I hate you both."

(OOC: Lazier is like a force field/ energy blast defender, except his blasts are more like a blaster's, and his bubbles are like a controller's. Buck and Tommy drive him nuts, and he's a genius. If you need technology, he's your man. I was trying to segue him in when I asked Raymond about equipping his dogs.)

"Well, Blind Guardian is associating with Medb because he thinks she's just a pawn for someone else. At least, that's the impression I got from what he told Trevor, Will, and me. He's a demon, and so is the suspected mastermind behind this whole weapon thing. It's not a weapon, the "weapon" Medb was talking about is also a demon, not powerful enough to destroy even one universe, but strong nonetheless. The demon supposedly controlling Medb and also her father, although they don't know that, is after the horns of this powerful demon, to replace his own, which were removed as punishment for bad deeds. The powerful horns would give the demon lots of power, or he'd just take horns from a weak demon. Blind Guardian is blind because his eye got stolen, I can't remember if he said who took it. Anyway, he gave Trevor this wierd green gem. I like Blind Guardian, he seems trustworthy, even though he makes my head hurt with all the exposition he gives. And I spoke to Trevor and Will about their grudge, and we'll be solving their dispute after all this is over. By the way, I heard you have guns. What types do you use? My pistol's a custom model, made by The Clockwork King, as expected. It would explain why I can control the shape and power of the fire I channel through the gun to an extent. But, as powerful as I am, I'm almost useless against anything fireproof. But I trust you not to use that information against me," Disco Inferno was talking too much again, and though he thought divulging his weakness might have been a dumb thing to do, he really did trust Kirke.

(OOC:Still, there really are a lot of missing people.)

(OOC: Yeah, Ghost Sentry seemed REAL lovely when he tried to pump The Breakdance Kid full of lead, lol.)

"We'll be glad to join you tomorrow, Alan. After training, that is. Nice to meet you, Franklin, my name's Buck Shott, and this is my best friend, roommate, and unnofficial sidekick, Tommy Gunn," Buck Shott was still smiling broadly.
"So, Raymond, are those dogs yours? Buck and I could have our friend equip them with weapons later, if you'd like," Tommy had an identical smile to Buck's.

(later, after any responses from Raymond)
They arrived at the coffee house a few minutes after leaving the ice cream parlor. The ordered cocoa and biscotti (although they pronounced it "bistochi").
"So, Tommy, what do you think of them? Could they possibly be related to... 'them?'" asked Buck.
"I doubt it, the traitors would've already tried to kill us."
"Makes sense, but then why are they so strange?"
"Look, I'm telling you, beatniks are in no way related to hippies. And either way, what makes you think hippies would want to kill us."
"They're just a distilled form of drug-powered communists."
"That's it, Buck, no more sugar for you. You don't even dislike hippies, and you're paranoid of them tonight. You stopped making sense twenty minutes ago."
"You're right, Tommy, let's go home, I'm tired."
So they went home.

(OOC: Bet you thought they were talking about you guys at first.)

"Well, I didn't get the chance to meet with many of the people here, as they left for some reason. But I met with Vance, he's a schemer, plain and simple. I wouldn't trust him if I were you. Trevor and Will, the two kids that look alike, are nice, just don't get them started on Crey Industries. Jack in Diamonds, Medb's errand boy, worries me, but doesn't seem dangerous to me as long as he's left alone. Then there's Blind Guardian. He's cryptic, but safe, as far as I can tell. Also, I monitor the vitals of everyone here, and except for Vance's psychic-pattern brainwaves, the other humans are normal. Except for Mr. Book, who's brainwaves are so out of the ordinary, I'd say there were two distinct sets going on at once, one overriding the other. But that's just my opinion," Disco Inferno had become serious while talking about Vance and Mr. Book, but went back to normal afterwards. "What's your opinion of Mr. Book, he was in the meeting before I met anyone, and I only heard about either of you from conversation."

(OOC: Where is everyone else? Mr. Book, Mr. Dark, and Hegemon haven't been around for a while.)

"Yeah, this is what it's like to have friends, well, without the zombies. Speaking of which, what the hell was that thing. Oh! That reminds me," Buck took out his medical device and zapped Radon with it, repairing his wounds. "Anyone else need a fixer-upper? You know, this is the second time today I've healed you, Radon. You might wanna watch yourself, but what do I know?" he was still his goofy, cheerful self, despite the carnage and deep thoughts that have come as a result of the fight. "Wanna celebrate with coffee and wierd foreign pastries? I know this great coffee house in Skyway City."
"Sounds good," said Tommy.

(OOC: Nothing affects these two, they're determined to be happy-go-lucky and cheerful, no matter what.)

"Hey, Celes, are you okay? I you're hurt physically, I can help. If not, I not an empath that specializes in repairing spirtual damage. I remember once, Tommy's soul was almost completely destroyed by the Circle of Thorns, and this guy fixed him like it was nothing," Buck was worried for the hybrid girl, as she lay on the street. "So, who's your friend, Lord Raymond?" asked Tommy, as he saw the large man standing near the stone tanker, "And whose dogs are those? It isn't safe to walk dogs at night around here. I could have a friend of ours equip them with weapons, he's good with technology." When the two realized they were both mentioning people they knew, they both said at once, "We know a lot of people."

(OOC: They do know a lot of people.)

"I was hired to become a cyborg, actually. The Clockwork King had a grudge against this hero that was a cyborg made from a clockwork prince that fell on the human part. The gears formed around the guy and now he's the Clockwork King's biggest threat. So, he made a device to bring the Clockwork half back under his control, and since I was good at running and hiding if need be, he turned me into a cyborg equipped with the device to ambush this hero. Now, the hero's name is Haywire, if you know him, you'll know what happened. He detected my Clockwork technology, and slashed me hard in the chest. I escaped and recovered, but the controls for the King's device got shattered. So, now I use the power over fire the King put in, along with my disco tapes that force good guys to dance, to steal large sums of money. I have all sorts of odd components, as payment in advance from the King. I've got a fireproofer, fire emitters, vital sign monitors, and pretty much anything except an ATM. My powers are pretty wierd, too. At first I could just surround my hands in flame, create shields of it, emit it to hurt anyone close to me, use it to weld cuts in my metal (healing flames), or use it to energize myself (consume). Later, I found I could use it to make myself as good as new, and put foes off balance (Rise of the Pheonix), and had an innate defense to temperature change. Just today, I found I could fire flames from my pistol, turn my hair spray into a flamethrower, ignite my hair gel to burn and immobilize, and even send fire through my golden, jewel-studded 'fro comb to make a blade of fire," with that, Disco Inferno pulled his comb out of his afro and demonstrated his new favorite power. "Haywire got into the tower today, but I stopped him with this here sword. If it weren't for me, we'd all be dead right now. Then again, he's been hunting me to rip the rest of the King's device out of me since we first met. I really shouldn't have gloated about the device that one time.... To be frank, I'm not that good of a fistfighter, but my fire makes up for when I'm in real combat. I wish there were a fireplace here," as he said that, a section of wall rose up, revealing a fireplace, complete with logs. Disco Inferno then drew his gold-plated, long-barreled revolver, and fire a blast of flame into the wood, immediately igniting it. "There. Now it's the perfect atmosphere for my hot chocolate," he said as he sat down in a comfortable chair near Kirke's.

(OOC: he may be unstable, but he ain't dangerous to those who aren't dangerous to him.)

As Buck and Tommy exited the ice cream parlor, they noticed the fight going on.
"He's undead," said Buck
"We can let loose with whatever weapons we want," replied Tommy.
"EVERYBODY DUCK!" they cried simultaneously.
Then, there was a repeat of their performance at the shooting range that afternoon, including the instant repairs to the local architecture.
"Did we get him?" asked Buck, as he stared at the empty crater.
"If we didn't, I'm going to kill him twice as hard," answered Tommy.

(OOC: No more fights on weekends, I keep missing them. Also, this may seem unfair for me to completely unload screaming metal death on Reaper Man, but it's what Buck and Tommy do. On an unrelated note, I beat RE4 this weekend, then beat the unlocked minigames, all of which unlocked some sweet secret weapons (by the way, the merchant's great, just thought I'd mention it). Try the Chicago Typewriter weapon. It's the RE4 equivalent of being Buck or Tommy. Add to it the infinite rocket launcher, and you ARE them.)

After the arrival and concealment of The Contaminant, Disco Inferno went to the cafeteria for some of his personal white chocolate-flavored hot chocolate, which he kept in a special dispenser in his arm. When it was ready, he made his way to the main room to enjoy it. He noticed that there were a few people asleep. "Hmmm, Will's napping. I guess Trevor can tell him the news when he wakes up. It looks like Kirke's asleep, too. I guess he's out of the meeting, and I can meet him. From what I've heard, I think I'll like him," as he thought to himself, he didn't notice the heat signature by the door, and when he opened it, he slammed it right into Kirke's chair. "Whoa, sorry. I assume you're Kirke. Name's Disco Inferno, I've heard about you from the others. I knew what it was like to not have powers, until I got my cybernetic enhancements. Some people don't consider you equal to them, but I'm not that presumptuous. But I doubt you care much for words, do you? How about a little sparring match later? No powers, no weapons, just hand-to-hand combat. I find you can really tell the measure of a man by fighting them, not by whether you win or lose, but by how the other guy fights. But I ramble, so I'm just gonna shut up," he had a friendly smile, as he usually did with people he thought were good.

(OOC: Mmmmm, white chocolate-flavored hot chocolate....)

(OOC: What can I say, Trevor and Will've grown on me, Hermod. )

"A demon-angel hybrid, huh? Sounds like an interesting combination of powers. The horns look good with the wings, Celes. Are you an outcast from both demon and angel society or something? I don't intend any offense, I'm just curious," Buck was once again wearing that impossibly friendly smile for one who was just giving a speech on gang violence, almost as if he was still a child inside. He turned to Radon, "Wow, your story sort of reminds me of a hero I know. His name's The Contaminant, he used to work for Crey. He was a scientist, and his team was working on an experimental radiation chamber to give people superpowers. As it turned out, the chamber would be fatal, but before he was able to report it, his superiors had him shoved into the chamber, and turned it on. The radiation combined with the chemicals in his lab coat, giving him control over radiation. But anyway, it's just a neat coincidence. So, you're afraid of losing control of your powers? See if you can get a containment suit. Most of them will hold excess power in, while allowing you to harness the exact amount you need." He turned to Alan, "That's a good philosophy to live by, Alan, and I know I sound like I'm tough on Sartain, but Tommy and I have experienced loss from indiscriminate killing. Tommy's brother, Masheen Gunn, was also a close friend of mine. The three of us were nearly inseparable, until he went to the Gulf, and got killed. Every day, I wish it'd been me in that bombing instead, but...," he trailed off, and turned away to calm down.

(OOC: by the way, the bombing I'm mentioning Tommy's brother being in is the one that Sartain was the only survivor of.)

"Ummm, Disco? Mind if I just hide? I know my gadgets work now, but I had a run-in with an illusionist. My anti-psionics headband wasn't working, so he tripped the alarm, so if he sees me, he'll blow the whistle, and you might get in trouble."

"Go ahead, Breakdance, I'll tell The Contaminant to hide with you, so you don't wander anywhere shouldn't."

"Thanks. I'll try to stay near your location, in case you need help at any time."

"Okay, just stay invisible."

"You got it."

(OOC: That's the last you'll see of TBK until either A) Disco Inferno is in big trouble, or B) After this whole business with Medb is done. The Contaminant needs to arrive, then he'll disappear under the same conditions.)

"I was highly respectful to Sartain when I first met her, but then I found out that she killed any and all lawbreakers. Anyone that indiscriminate is just a walking weapon. I can't respect a walking weapon. I remain civil and polite to her, but I do not respect her, Lord Raymond. As for the rest of you, you are amazingly skilled, yet do not kill. I may seem idealistic and over-zealous, but think about the families of those trolls. Think about their mothers, hoping that their misguided child could be turned back into the sweet son or daughter that they used to be, only to find out that a hero has extinguished the flame of their life. Every time I see a gang member die, I weep for their family," Buck Shott's eyes were welling up with tears. He turned away, and wiped them off. "Yeah, today was pretty successful."

(OOC: I actually shed a tear or two writing this, just because it's so true.)

(OOC: S'okay. TBK has invis and Cont. has stealth.)

(OOC: I have multiple people to respond to, so this is going to be broken up by who I'm talking to)

(to Raymond)

"I apologize, but I was only addressing those who had killed, not everyone. You see, Tommy's older brother was stationed in the Middle East, occupying a town of innocents, when the government bombed the hell out of it. Only one person survived, a soldier. We never heard the name of the survivor, or we would've asked how Tommy's brother was doing in his final moments. Tommy was almost catatonic for a month. When we became heroes, we vowed never to kill unless we had no choice. As heroes, it is our responsibility to uphold the law, that includes excessive force. Any hero that enjoys killing is worse than a villain, because the people will allow it. The Citizen Protection Act didn't give us the right to be judge, jury, or executioner. We are only superpowered police, and occaisionally lawyers*," Buck spoke with conviction and strength, much unlike his earlier friendly, care-free tone.

(to Celes)

"We all met today, but Buck and I are sugar addicts, so we come here whenever we beat up villains. If you'd like, the two of us wouldn't mind showing you all the great food places we know," said Tommy.
"Breakfast buffets," added Buck.
"And barbecue houses."
"Candy."
"Sammiches."
"Soda."
"Donuts."
"CHEESIE FRIES!" they cried in unison.
"Food is something we know a lot about," said Tommy, trying to sound calm, even with the veritable river of drool flowing from his mouth. "Anyway, don't the people on your planet eat? You ARE an alien, right?"

(To Alan and Radon.)
"Group activities are great, aren't they? It beats sitting alone, playing MMOs all night. By the way, how did you get knocked out, Radon? It looked pretty bad. I guess it doesn't matter, since you're okay now, and that's what I care about. I hate not being able to help other heroes when they need it. So, how did you get that awesome radiation power, anyway?" Buck Shott was smiling warmly at the two.

(to group)

"Hey, what happened to Sartain? She's probably too shell shocked to enjoy ice cream anyway. To tell you the truth, I don't like her. She goes off at me about how my weapons can kill, and she's the one who won't hesitate to take the breath from the lungs of anyone. I only kill hopeless cases, she'll kill any villain. You know what I call that? Hypocrisy, that's what. I hope that she realizes that before she has her hero liscense revoked. By the way, I hope I didn't imply that I was yelling at all of you for killing, just those that did. But I trust it was only Sartain, right?" Buck truly hoped that Alan hadn't killed anyone, he liked him, but he wouldn't put it past him to kill.

*Like Daredevil.

(OOC: Okay, time to give cred where cred is due. I kinda "borrowed" the philosophy of one of Hermod's character on another thread, but adapted to match Buck and Tommy's carefree and flighty demeanors. Also, I limited its scope somewhat, but your character inspired me, at least, H. And these two are practically MADE of pure fun, and that's what they like, so unfun stuff will irritate them.)

Disco Inferno was glad to hear that Trevor had accepted his idea, "You should tell Will soon, he'll probably be delighted. Oh, and if you're still suspicious, I'll tell you now that The Contaminant is walking the fine line between following the law and breaking it."

"I don't always donate when I see charity jars," said The Breakdance Kid, honestly thinking that he was helping his case.

"Breakdance, ...don't, just don't, okay?" was all Disco Inferno could manage to say in response.

"Cool, I know this great ice cream parlor in Steel Canyon. I'm Buck Shott, and this is my best friend, roommate, and unofficial sidekick, Tommy Gunn," said Buck, glad that he'll get to meet someone new. "I didn't catch your name, either, actually." He then heard Celes address them, and decided to answer, "He usually does stuff like this just to bust our balls. He doesn't like any cadet that causes problems, looks wierd, is too formal, or is sycophantic. So, in other words, he hates most of the cadets, and absolutely detests me. You interested in going out for some ice cream to celebrate the victory that was just acheived?"

(OOC: I forgot to mention the training schedule for the facility. The first training session is hand-to-hand combat training. The second session is open sparring, the cadets make up the rules and conditions for the fights. The third session is tactics and superhero history. Then lunch, followed by munitions training. Munitions training ends at about five-o-clock. That's the daily itinerary, but after we get through tomorrow, we could just skip to free time every day after if you want.)

"Nice one, I can't raise the dead, but I'm glad someone can," said Buck as he and Tommy pumped seven pounds of rubber out of their guns, knocking all the trolls out cold. "Who's up for ice cream? I'm buying. I'm loaded with influence now that I'm a hero, so let's go have fun with it."

"So, what happened? It's like a tornado hit around here and... and...," Buck noticed the motionless bodies, and realized that many of them weren't ever going to get up. "You... you killed them! What kind of people are you! The law isn't meant to be taken into your own hands! Now, in the law's eyes, you're all criminals, too. I'll only give you a warning this time, but if you kill ANYONE ever again, I'll arrest you myself! You can obtain rubber bullets at the facility, Sartain. As for the rest of you, just use blunt force to knock enemies out instead of killing them. Because of you, these men have died, perma-dead," Buck Shott was absolutely livid. "I only let loose like I did at training against robots or non-humans like rikti or hydra in places where collateral damage will be minimal. Are we absolutly clear?" He then aimed his medical device at Radon, and healed him. "The internal scanner here says he suffered a mental shock."

(OOC: I used the same term MaDeuce used (perma-dead) in order to accentuate the point, so you know. Also, Buck despises killing, and NEVER uses lethal force on humans and Kheldians.)

As Buck Shott and Tommy Gunn arrived in Eastgate, they noticed a large group of trolls unconcious around the others, along with an another cadet they'd seen before, but didn't know his name. Then they realized why the trolls were unconcious, "You started without us? Awwwww...," whined Buck. "I wanted to blow stuff up...," whined Tommy in an identical tone of voice. "What's up with him?" asked Buck, pointing at the unknown cadet.

(OOC: I can't believe you finished without me... . I've been busy the last few days. )

(OOC: Yeah, I'm still alive, but waiting for Hermod to respond.)

(OOC: First, it's not drill instructor Punishment, it's Corporal Punishment. The other trainers are Major Pain (the scenario firing range, like at a police academy), Private Party (tactics), and General Outrage (Hand-to-hand combat training). Also, you were the only person within one hundred feet of the shooting range, but I'll be there in a moment.)

As Buck Shott and the others walked up to the firing range, a friendly voice called out to Buck, "Hey, Buck, how are ya'?"
Buck responded in kind, "I'm good, how 'bout you, Tommy? Guys, this is my best friend, roommate, and unnofficial sidekick, Tommy Gunn."
"Pleased to meet you all," said Tommy.
The two of them were quite a sight to be seen. Tommy was about an inch shorter than Buck, but his costume matched the peak-patterned, blue and red costume of Bucks. They also had identical equipment, and their only difference was their masks. Both masks left their short, brown hair visible, but while Tommy's was a plain mask, Buck's had two points right below the eyeholes. They also wore double bandoliers around their chests, one bandolier had bullets in it, the other had M30 grenades. They paired up for training and headed up to the field. "Hello, Sartain, are you going to show up the others again today? It's too bad that you're not as good as me, but still, competition's good for the economy," with that, Buck and Tommy got straight up, brought their weapons to bear, and went totally insane. Bullets filled the air like a swarm of enraged bees, grenades and rockets exploded everywhere, like some hellish fourth of July celebration gone horribly wrong, and flames scorched the earth below it as if Bafomet himself had come to pay a visit. When the carnage ended, there was nothing left on the firing range except ashes, which were then vaporized as the duo's time bomb blew up, leaving a large crater in its place. Then, they took out their medical devices, hit a switch, and regenerated the range to perfect condition. "I think we've done it again, Tommy," said Buck Shott, "There's no way MaDeuce could beat this amount of destruction."

(OOC: This is why he suggested ducking when he got there, because he's a danger to himself and others. But mostly to others. In fact, he's only a danger to others. Tommy's no better, he's got the exact same skill, but his mask is less ornate, and he's shorter, so he's the sidekick. No offense to Lord Raymond, but his only viable sidekick is Mini-me. Just kidding. )

"Hmmm, I would think that the Countess has plans for Alice that she thought of after the failed rescue attempt. I don't have any files on it, but I'll see if I can hack in and find something," several minutes later, The Contaminant came back on Disco Inferno's odd phone, "I found something. It seems that the Countess has some sort of project going on. It was killed a little while ago, but... oh, no. Gentlemen, it seems that Alice is due to go through the radiation chamber that gave me my powers. You see, they tried to ice me because I knew that the chamber would be fatal, and was going to report it. Unfortunately for them, the chemicals in my lab coat allowed me to absorb the radiation and give it shape. I was spewing the green stuff rapidly, though, so I took some Crey science goggles, and the Crey radiation focus suit they had designed to go with the chamber, and here I am. Crey must think that the chamber was a success, instead of the fluke it actually was. Alice won't live through the minute if she goes in that chamber. But, she isn't schedueled to go in until her sixteenth birthday. Now, I'll be out of touch for about thirty minutes while I jump over to your base. Let everyone know I'm on their side, though. The same would be good for Breakdance. Over and out," with that, there was a click, and Disco Inferno turned the phone off.
"Okay, it's settled, we'll raid Crey manor as soon as this is over. But we need to remember NOT to let her know we want Alice, or we'll be putting her in unnecessary danger. Also, Hopkins usually stays at her place for protection, but other than that, Countess Crey has NO security detail at home. Anyone got a plan of attack if the meathead finds us?" Disco Inferno spoke with composure, determination, and sensibility as yet unknown to be in his possesion (meaning this is the best speech he's given so far).
"Right, then, I can pick any conventional locks in Countess Crey's house, and you, The Contaminant, and I could probably take Hopkins down while Trevor and Will take out the Countess. But anyway, could someone brief me on this little plan you've got?" The Breakdance Kid's clever plan was further proof that while his inventions aren't great, he's still one of America's best minds.

(OOC: I'm enjoying this part, maybe because I like happy endings, and this will ensure one for Trevor and Will. I mean, it wouldn't be fair to give everyone else what they want and leave these poor guys out in the cold.)