Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board The Bunker

Furball moves through the city streets to a seemingly random alley. Entering, he activates a hidden doorway.

He descends the stairs and and says. "lights."

The lights illuminate a cross between an office and an armory. This had been set up years ago by Cobalt Kid and Furball, shortly after Furball confided in Cobalt because he saw a need that needed to be filled.

They used the Bunker to house weapons that mostly Furball used on his missions. There were also files that they had assembled from a wide variety of places.

Furball changed his outfit after showering. He threw his old clothes out as they were mostly scorched anyway. He pulled a chair up to one of the terminals and typed in a few keywords.

He grabbed some water form a mini fridge near the desk and scooted back to the computer. "C'mon...stupid slow thing," he said as he tapped the screen. "there we go." He viewed the file and made some mental notes.

He shut the terminal down and went over to the weapons room. He started grabbing various guns and knives, placing them in seemingly hidden slots in his outfit. "Gotta get back quick before something else happens."

He went to the exit, "Shut down." As he left, the room went dark and the sound of locks closing was all he heard.

He exited out into the Alley again and headed back to the Rookery.

Furball and Hot Chick enter the Bunker.

He immediately realizes that someone has been here.

"What the hell? They break into this place but they can;t help while the six of us are getting slaughtered?"

He rumages around the weapons room looking for something.

SharkLad enters the Bunker, finally catching up with Furball, who it seems has been two steps ahead of SharkLad since last following him to the Rookery. SharkLad immediately senses Furball's anger at his presence, and braces himself for an attack.

"Before you say or do anything, hear me out," SharkLad implores. "Obviously, we've had our issues, but there's something larger at stake here... something your brother, you, and I need to explore once this Red Bee crisis is over. Until then, I'm here to offer a truce. Together, I think we'd be nearly unstoppable."

Furball looks at him. Pure rage already in his mind, he calms himself and realizes that for the first time, he and Shark Lad have something in common that can be used to an advantage.

"Alright Shark Lad. The thing is...you're right, Dev told me a little about what he's come across...and...crap. I need to get to the morgue to check on something before we do anything else. Expecially before Dev wakes up."

He looks at Hot Chick. "You don't need to come with us there. It's gonna be a scene that most people don't like to even imagine, let alone think about, but I have to find out if someone is there. I caught a scent at the Lounge...one that should not have been there."

She looked at him and told him that there was no way she was leaving him.

He continued to get things ready, and finally turned back to Shark Lad and said, "Let's go."

<after almost an entire day healing, Cobalt finally ventures back out into Legion World>

Before you go, wait up. Opening up the Bunker to the rest of the LMB was smart, Furball. But I'm thinking you should open up about a few more things, like the official codename you use on our ops: Timberwolf.

<And to Shark Lad>

By the way, Lolita told me if I see you to tell you, 'be safe'. I think she really cares for you, Sharky.

Despite himself, SharkLad blushes.

"Yeah, well, Lolita ain't so bad... I guess"

SharkLad kicks at the ground absentmindedly.

"Alright, Furball, let's get out of here."

He looked at Cobalt. "Yeah, mascot time is over," he looked at Hot Chick and smiled, "way past time too."

"Trust me, Furball... it's been a long time now since anybody thought of you as a mascot"

The three of them moved through the streets towards the morgue.

Lon stopped and looked at Sharklad. "Look, since we're playing nice...Dev told me about what you two found out. Whoever that witch is that has the kids is going to pay."

"She'll pay alright... starting with her guts when I eviscerate her for keeping me in the dark all these years."

They stop about a block from the morgue. There are makeshift stations set up for at least three block past where they were now, and several buildings had obviously been taken over to store bodies. Bodies were in the streets, on the sidewalks, and on trucks, stacked like wood. The only thing visible were the toe tags, identifying the area.

"Good God. No matter how many times I see something like this, it never ceases to amaze me. Wait here," he says to Sharklad and Hot Chick, and he enters the zone.

The attendant at the first checkpoint nods at him as he passes. It is obvious to Sharklad and Hot Chick that Lon Talbot Em is someone that these people know.

Several more attendants acknowledge him and point him the direction that he needs to go in. He finally stops at the building that has a hastily made sign that says "Unidentified."

He walks into the building, and emerges about ten minutes later, two attendants carrying a body behind him. He turns and says something to them and they nod in agreement, and carry the body off in a different direction.

Furball approaches them and has a very stunned look on his face. "Whoever did that was good. Looked like a bee attack victim, but she's been dead for years...killed by the same thing, but there are some things that don't change. The smell of stasis being one of them. Hold someone in there long enough and you cannot get rid of it naturally." He brushes his hair out of his eyes. "Dev is not going to be happy, but it does explain some things. Why she's been pushing him away for years, why she wanted to move away from here. Too easy to be caught if you stay near people like us for too long. Also explains what we saw on that video Dev got hold of, and what he's feared for a while now...but it's worse than even he thought."

Sharklad and Hot Chick looked at him totally clueless.

"Sorry, it's just so much to absorb at this point. Short version then," he said knowing that that was an already pointless statement, "look, that body is Dev's real wife. Whoever took over for her and is on that vid we saw has been in place for years, and the mother of his children. This is gonna be more complicated than it seems though..."does this remind you of anyone?" he asks Sharklad as he hands him one single coarse hair from a pouch in his belt. "Found it on the body. It belongs to someone you know."

He walks over to Hot Chick and hugs her. "This is so screwed up sweetie. Me, my brother and Sharky here have some things to take care of as soon as we take care of this mess here. Not sure how long it'll take, but..." he stops and just kisses her.

"We got to get going."

SharkLad gives a low growl.

"Yeah, it reminds me of someone."

'More family drama,' he thinks to himself. 'I thought I was done with it. Still, Furball is no PsychoticBeaver. When all is said and done, this may be the key to shedding some of the darkness I've been carrying around since the day I found my mother's body. Damn! With Beaver coming back from the dead all of the time, I don't know why I never figured the same could happen with Mom. Bah! Shake it off, Bruce. Stay in the moment.'

"Any thought how this all plays into the game Red Bee is playing?"

"My guess is that if they are involved somehow, it's enough to use this as a distraction to get the kids. Not sure why, and I know they're okay somehow...just one of those things. Always known when they were in trouble or danger...so far nothing to suggest that."

Hot Chick looked at him. "What do you mean...you know?"

He grinned. "Dev's daughter has some level of telepathic ability...enough to give off general feelings of her mood, and relay small messages if she concentrates really hard. She's a tough kid, but really sensitive. The boy is a trip altogether too. Can absorb knowledge, and remember it. Got a photographic memory. He ever sees a machine and can really look at it...he can probably duplicate it. If he meets the guy who built something, he can do it better. Kinda weird."

He looks around for a few minutes.

"To be honest, I got nothing here. Too many scents mixed with the stench of death to get my bearings. We might as well head back to the Rookery to see if the others have recovered yet."

"Alright, I'll meet up with there in a little while. I need to go to my tank. I need to think some things over. Call me if anything happens."

SharkLad smiled at Hot Chick.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but make sure you don't let anything happen to him."

SharkLad looked over at Timber Wolf.

"Listen up, Furb-- I mean, Timber Wolf. If I find out that any major action goes down without me, you and I are going to go round 17 of 'Fin vs. Fur,' you got it? Don't be a hero. You've got more than a couple of friends now."

Wolf just looked at him for a second...and then laughed.

"As long as I can ignore this urge I have, you might not be that bad a guy...or fish...or whatever the hell you are." He grinned at Sharklad.

"Hot Chick put her arms around Timber Wolf. "C'mon Lon, I'll fly you back."

Sharklad looked at him and raised an eyebrow."

Timber Wolf laughed again. "My mom had a strange sense of humor I guess...named me after some olf movie she loved as a kid...Lon Talbot. Dad added the Em portion on after I went to live with him, but...I mean who the hell names their kid after some 1000 year old movie star?"

He leaned his head back a little, "Let's go sweetie."

With that they were off to the Rookery.

Timberwolf lays Kalla on the bed in his room and locks the Bunker down.

"Cobie won't be happy if he comes here and sees I have it locked down, but oh well."

He moves to the supply cabinet and pulls out a med kit.

"Let's see how bad it is."

I...I think I have a mild concussion. Would've been worse if I hadn't got a shield up in time. No use hiding your arm from me, though...I noticed it immediately.

He grins at her.

"Sorry, not used to having someone that cares at all. It'll heal fast enough...I;m more worried about you," he says as he brushes a little hair off her forehead...how bad do you think it is?"

His face grows concerned, "for your own safety, will you beable to mantain your illusion?"

I... {her features waver slightly but don't change} ...no, can't concentrate enough to make the change at the moment. Will we not be safe here for a while?

OOC - getting too tired.

"Yeah...but if we're gone too long, or I leave this on lockdown too long, there;s going to be a lot of explaining to do. I wish Cobie would react better...he could probably heal you quick like."

Timber wolf sighs..."We got a little time to figure that out...right now, you need some sleep. Dont worry, I'll stay right here and watch over you to make sure you're okay tonight."

{drifting off as the concussion meds take over}

Lon...think I...think I...love...you.....

{falls asleep}