((2008-10-07 10:09:53 Mal rolls 3 dice to soak 2,1,6 (failure) Mal is at Mauled -2))

Mal falls over dramatically, yelling.
"Ow, ow, ow motherfucker! Pelayo, I think they found me. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshitohshitohshit they found me, I can hear their transmissions, they're gonna get myass, fucking agents from the future, they've got my coordinates, and"
More quietly, she says, "I don't think I can walk unassisted right now...this fucking headache."

Pelayo almost smiles as Mal starts getting crazy. Paradox is a bitch, hes no stranger to the pain shes going through right now. He juts out an arm and hits the keypad to close the lift, he punches in a code and Mal will be sealed in the labs unless she gets really creative.

'Youll be safe down here Mal. This place is totally back to the future proof.'

Its impossible to hide the mocking tone in his voice... Pelayo looks up at the video screens and two virtual adepts again.

'So i suppose i owe you voyeurs a favor or two then dont i?'

Mal retreats into a corner of the lab, mumbling incoherent things about having been located on the x, y, z and t axes, it's only a matter of time before they...lasers, need more lasers, always more lasers, they can't get me if I get them first with lasers, and other bits of gibberish, possibly in what she believes to be the language of the future but sounds like a mix of creole, chinese and german.

Remote just makes a dismissive grunt.

'You got me out of town, i guess this makes us even.'

Remotes avatar seems to keep pointed at Malaclypse as she has her little lazer freak out. And people say the adepts are freaks...

Mal remains in a useless, babbling about lasers, fetal ball in a corner of the lab for the next few hours, until the effects of the backlash she took wear off. She occasionally shrieks out equations before resuming her muttering, and eventually falls asleep from sheer mental exhaustion.

Seamus will watch the twitching Mal through his virtualized form before turning back to Pelayo.  

"Well, whatever you can do to help us out now and again would be great.  We got most of the virus and I'm sure it didn't get a trace out on us, but never the less, anything is possible with them."

2008-11-10 16:00:17 Seamus rolls 6 dice to Int + Computer 2,4,8,10,3, 10 (3 successes)

"I've set a few of these little guys loose in the mainframe as watchdogs."  

Pelayo will see 3 virtual versions of Seamus' little apocalyptic battle tanks start roaming through all the screens on the lab, little smiley faces or the occasional >.>  on one of them.

"These guys will keep a watch on the perimeter, and anything else that smells of Tek, and will let me know as soon as they do.  They won't interfere with anything, they are just sentinels....with "laser cannons" strapped to them."