' So why do we care about this building again? ' The green dragon asks, blowing smoke through her yellowed fingers. She has been in a VR sim for the last four days looking for a way in.. meaning four days of tense sweat, caffiene pills and no showers.

'Because. ' Remote answers, the frustration showing in his voice. ' When i tried to go have a look at the place i was chased off by a bunch of black suits and mirror shades. ' He pulls off his own sunglasses showing a nasty shiner around his left eye.
' And whatever they dont want us to know, we need to know!'

The green dragon just blows more smoke at him... ' well mr. way too much caffiene i may have found our backdoor... but its no library of alexandria... '

Remote replaces his sunglasses. ' Who cares, just show me.. '

The green dragon settles back into her vibrating chair and replaces her VR helmet. Remote does the same with a lighter rig on the other side of the table...

'Okay so the Men in black are building a monolith... that sucks for us, but what the fuck can we do about it? ' Remote sounds frustrated.

'Would you just shut the fuck up and follow me for a second here...' The green dragon mirrors his frustration, just a different target.

The two adepts navigate cyberspace with their VR equipment. Hands twitching, eyes shielded from the outside world...

'You see..' The green dragon continues. ' This is no normal monolith... its like a prison.. this is the basement, these are holding cells. But..' She hesitates. Waving an arm in front of her display to draw Remotes attention to something...

'Read the name on the doors... theres a lot of contractors involved but that one stands out... '

Remote leans forward in his chair. 'Fuck me...'

'Yes.' The green dragon agrees. 'Fuck all of us.'

'Ahjar Industrial doors.. thats..' Remote begins, but is cut off.

'yeah... Thats the fucking apprentice the Sons are after.. selling the MiB's exactly what they need to cage us all away and mindfuck us back to sleep...' The green dragon pulls off her VR gear, cutting off her hacks.

'You better tell them to get out of their labs and get their asses moving.'

Remote gets right on the line, contacting the lab the only way he knows how... of course in his haste he forgets to clear his tracks and drags a bit of techie virus in with him...

Which starts all the problems over at the lab.

(Thread Continues in the Power plant, see: .. through the cold air...)

Remote gets right on the line, contacting the lab the only way he knows how... of course in his haste he forgets to clear his tracks and drags a bit of techie virus in with him...

Which starts all the problems over at the lab.

(Thread Continues in the Power plant, see: .. through the cold air...)