Episode Eighteen: The French Connection

[savage]

(OOC: Note that the city that we are going to right now has NO clones, so we would not see duplicates of people just yet. Refer to the Locker Room plot if you're confused :BIC)

1703
D9W-814
To the City

Well, in all honesty, Marcel is usually on the edge when he faces things he cannot control. I do admit I do not help the situation by calling every man that walks by, when I'm with Marcel, a sexy-beast in French. He is very new to the Stargate program, so me doing that to him just makes things worse. He is usually a calm man and hides things that bother him well, I am just waiting for him to blow up. He'll be fine after that." Marion paused a moment after her lengthy explanation while they waited for Oxford and the others to catch up to them. "I guess I just don't want to give him the wrong catalyst when he does, you know what I mean?"

The others finally did catch up, and so they headed down the hill towards the city. “Frak – and I forgot my ruby slippers. C’mon Toto, Tin-Man – shall we go visit the great Wizard?” Calvin said. Marion laughed out laughed out loud and of course she couldn't help but sing the song as they walk as well, but it was in the only way she had ever heard of the Wizard of Oz song, in French. "Allons-y Dorothy!"

"Nous sommes de voir le Sorcier, le Magnifique Sorcier d'Ounce. Vous constaterez qu'il est le fait de siffler d'un Wiz! Si jamais un Wiz! il y avait. Si jamais oh jamais un Wiz! il y avait le Sorcier d'Ounce est celui parce que, Parce que, parce que, parce que, parce que, parce que. À cause des magnifiques choses il fait. Nous sommes de voir le Sorcier. Le Magnifique Sorcier d'Ounce."

As they got closer to the city, Cormin spoke up to her, "Eyes up Lieutenant, watch out for threats, find them before they become hostile, copy that?"

Marion mentally paused for a moment thinking about what he said. She had been all caught up in the moment with Calvin and Lars, that the order just seemed out of place. And she also wasn't expecting hostility either. "Eh, oui Monsieur! she replied back to the captain. Perhaps it was odd because she was use to only having Oxford above her in rank. She'd just have to get use to it. She was also sure that Cormin would soon adjust to life outside the cockpit, he still sounded like we was in it. After all, Marion herself had been a pilot and she was adjusted, as least she thought so.

They entered the city.

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[Travis Oxford]

1705
D9W-814
City

He chuckled in amusement at Cromin’s ‘copy that’, “Captain, we aren’t in the air and copy that isn’t required on land,” he explained to his new XO. “Ground pounding is a whole new ball game.”

He looked at Marion in surprise, she was singing in French, on course he knew she was from France, but this was the first time he had heard her sing, not having any clue what she was singing about he just enjoyed the flow of the song as they all walked along. Their whole walk thing; send few flashes of the dream he had, where SD5’s Foster was injured and of course his son as part of the group going camping. The current trip he was undertaking made him miss his young son, knowing the talk would have kept the team entertained.

Walking inside the city he was greeting by locals busy with the day tasks they had going; men heading off to works while the women did they own work. Walking in along with his team he could help but frown on the whispers and looks locals sent their way. If this was as customary greeting then he had to apology if his team didn’t repeated it, no matter how rude it looked.

While he was usually a clam of the team, this place did nothing but raise his hair that were at the base of his neck. Sensing something was off, Travis couldn’t really pinpoint what it was. Tucking way the frown when he saw a young boy approach them with his wide eyes.

Tugging Travis’s pants, “Absentez-vous d'elle,” he spoke as he pointed to Marion, “dangereux.”

Not understanding what the kid was saying Travis looked at the Lieutenant for some help in translation department.

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[calvin]

1705
D9W-814
City

“Well, in all honesty, Marcel is usually on the edge when he faces things he cannot control. I do admit I do not help the situation by calling every man that walks by, when I'm with Marcel, a sexy-beast in French. He is very new to the Stargate program, so me doing that to him just makes things worse. He is usually a calm man and hides things that bother him well, I am just waiting for him to blow up. He'll be fine after that." Marion explained, pausing to allow the others to catch up with them, "I guess I just don't want to give him the wrong catalyst when he does, you know what I mean?"
“Not really, no,” Riley admitted, with a shrug, “Unless you mean you don’t want to be the thing that makes him go ‘ka-boom’, which is – sorry – inevitable. He is a man under a reasonably high level of stress. The only real way to come back when you go over the edge, is to go all the way – then coming back to reality is almost easier,” Calvin smiled, pleased at his smart-sounding words, “I say that as a man with experience in that field, and also as a man who was friends with a shrink back at MI6,” he looked over his shoulder as if he was expecting them to appear out of nowhere and kidnap him again. In all honesty, he it wouldn’t surprise him all-that-much.

After Marion had called the yonder village, ‘Oz’, and Cavlin had his little Wizard of Oz burst, the French Officer said, "Allons-y Dorothy!"
“I had that comin’…”
"Nous sommes de voir le Sorcier, le Magnifique Sorcier d'Ounce. Vous constaterez qu'il est le fait de siffler d'un Wiz! Si jamais un Wiz! il y avait. Si jamais oh jamais un Wiz! il y avait le Sorcier d'Ounce est celui parce que, Parce que, parce que, parce que, parce que, parce que. À cause des magnifiques choses il fait. Nous sommes de voir le Sorcier. Le Magnifique Sorcier d'Ounce."
“I can’t even stand that song in English,” Calvin teased, nudging Marion slightly, “I should speak in binary and blow both of your minds, Tin-Man and Toto,” he glanced over just in time to see the rest of the team catch up.

He could already feel that neither Lars or Marion was going to call him by any of his given names for a long while.

They headed into the village-city-thing, kindly greeted by locals. Though they seemed busily at work and quite kind…there was still a strange atmosphere about them. The whispers, the strange looks – it was like the first time Calvin entered MI6 without a bag over his head. They knew something that SD-4 didn’t. Lovely.

A young boy suddenly approached the man named after a prestigious University – Oxford, and tugged gently on his pants, “Absentez-vous d'elle,” he gestured towards Marion, “dangereux.”

Travis automatically looked over at Marion – Calvin as well. Being from the general ‘Europe’ area, he had some French abilities and a basic understanding of the area. He purposely never spoke what he knew around or to Marion – since she had already ranted to him about how she hated guys using bad French as a pickup line. Even with his limited French, it wasn’t hard for Calvin to pick out the cognates and figure out what the frak that kid just said.

“What the frak, Marion?” he whispered, “Why does he think you’re dangerous?”

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1705
D9W-814
City

As they walked into the city, Captain Cromin had his index finger by the trigger of his SCAR-H which was positioned on him in a non-threatening way. He scanned his present surroundings like a terminator, searching for threats of any kind. He orders the Lieutenant with them to do the same and his CO chuckles in amusement at Captain’s choice of words which was ‘copy that’.


Major Oxford then said “Captain, we aren’t in the air and copy that isn’t required on land, Ground pounding is a whole new ball game.” The Captain responded smiling although his eyes never stopped scanning, "I know a little bit about Ground pounding sir, I was in the 720th Special Tactics Group for about a year. . . and Ground pounding is all we did; and if I may say sir 'copy that' is not an air thing, it is an Air force thing. We like to approach issues with clarity and on the same page with our team members because there aren't a lot of second chances, no room for error."

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[savage]

(OOC: Don't forget to put only what your character says in bold tags, not everything that is said by other characters as well. It just gets confusing :BIC)

1700
D9W-814
Somewhere in the City

"Sir, it's back! Seventeen is back" a man was looking from a building. They had been watching the group of people come down the hill. "It appears that it made some friends."

"What?" said the Sir, "This no kill order is driving me crazy. Take enough me and apprehend it. Do it as peacefully as you can, we don't want panic in the streets."

1707
D9W-814
City

All Marion could do was take in what was happening around her with a keen eye. Her 'tough chic' mask was easily slipped into place as some of the natives were taking in what the boy was saying. The top thing on Marion's mind was how the hell this boy knew how to speak French.

"Comment savez-vous le français?" Marion demanded of the child, and Marion just received a blank stare, followed by a shriek of the boy starting to cry. This was unbelievable! "Mon Dieu!" she said in frustration. The aggravation on her part did not help with things to come. Marion turned around to walk away from the situation when she realized that she had failed to notice that they had quickly and quietly been surrounded. There were at least a dozen and a half people that surrounded the team, and when Marion saw the weapons, she immediately put hers up causing the natives to get even more restless.

"Put your weapons down" the group leader announced. "You may not be aware of this, but the girl you travel with is very dangerous. She was here not days ago, killed three people in a tavern. We have no quarrel with the rest of you, so you may go, but the girl stays."

"WHAT?!?" Marion could hardly hear what they were saying. "I can assure you that I have never been here before. You obviously have me mistaken with someone else."

The group leader was not listening at all, "Please, drop your weapons!"

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1707
D9W-814
City

As they walked into the village the Captain watched a little boy approach Lt Marion and he spoke something that sounded like French but Captain Cromin was not sure because he wasn't exactly listening. He noticed the Lieutenant stopping in her tracks with some sort of shock on her face saying "Comment savez-vous le français?"

As he watched what was transpiring he noticed the villagers were forming some sort of crowd close to where the Lieutenant was and they were all armed. Before the Captain could call out to the Lieutenant, she had her weapon up and the crowd responded, the captain immediatly responded with his own weapon up, because the situation was gradually getting out of hand. He backed into Marion and they each covered 180 degrees each. The Leader of the crowd then spoke up.

Crowd: "Put your weapons down You may not be aware of this, but the girl you travel with is very dangerous. She was here not days ago, killed three people in a tavern."


The Lieutenant then spoke up

Lt Savage: "I can assure you that I have never been here before. You obviously have me mistaken with someone else."

Crowd: "We have no quarrel with the rest of you, so you may go, but the girl stays." Just then a man in the crowd attempted to attack the Lieutenant.

The Captain saw him, pointed his SCAR-H towards him and quickly spoke up, he had been quiet waiting for the Major to speak for his team, this was the chain of command.

Captain Cromin: "Woh, woh, woh, easy people ... you don't want to do that. I think you have her mistaken her for someone else sir, I can speak truthfully that she was not here because we were all together."

Crowd: "You lie, we saw her with our own eyes!!!"

Captain Cromin: "I am not saying that you are lying, you probably saw someone that looked exactly like her but I can assure you that it wasn't her. Our people have seen things like this before plus we don't want any trouble."

Crowd: "Kill her!!!" - a man from the crowd yelled.

Captain Cromin: "Easy, nobody's killing anybody today, you don't want to go there trust me because what we hold in our hands are very destructive pieces of technology if we want them to be that way, plus I am having a very, very bad day!"

Tired of the talk, the captain spoke to the Lieutenant calmly because he knew any aggressive behavior would only stir the crowd to a negative direction and that was the last thing he wanted.

"Lieutenant, eyes on target, finger on your trigger .... be careful"

Next the Captain turned to the Major, "Major, this is your call; either way just give the order. It will go down however way you choose."

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[Zarlenka Kirov]

1707
D9W-814
City


Zarlenka had been humming all the way through the village just looking at the poeple and smiling. Then people started to shout and point guns at them. Zarlenka wasn't military and had no idea what the best action was. He put his hands up in the air as a surrender and smiled half heartedly at the newcomers. They were talking about killing Marion for something. Z stepped closer saying as best as he could in french, "Vous êtes mal compris. Vous avez la personne fausse.". He walked closer and stated something else in french, "Cette femme, Marion, a fait partie de notre équipe pendant des mois...". The man spoke "She has brainwashed you all" and then caught Z of guard with his rifle butt. Z coped the whole impact on his head sending him to the ground with out much resistance.

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[Travis Oxford]

1710
D9W-814
City


As he heard the group leader baking out and order at Marion; Travis didn’t waste any time switching of his safety mode of his P-90, as he sharply looked at the leader aiming his weapon at Marion. The sudden change in the atmosphere didn’t sit well with him, groaning he aimed his gun at the leader.

"Woh, woh, woh, easy people ... you don't want to do that. I think you have her mistaken her for someone else sir, I can speak truthfully that she was not here because we were all together."

He twitched, not leaving his eyes his target, - the group leader, “Captain,” he said, yet the meaning behind his words, were clear, but they seem to drown in the crowds chants, sighing he repeated Cromin’s rank twice after that each time it drown into the crowds roars, yet it wasn’t helping with his building anger, when Cormin finally looked at him, “We aren’t here to start a fire fight. We came here in peace and to make allies,” he spoke loud enough so everyone with in the radius heard it, “I’m well aware of who she is; as far as I know she’s my Third in Command,” the tone of his voice clearly stated what he thought, and it challenged anyone who begged to differ, but there were mummers in the crowd, “If she stays, so do we. Right till we clear this matter of identity crisis, that seem to be showing here. I won’t leave any member of my team behind.”

Looking at Marion he nodded for her to leave with the man for now, then looked at Cromin, his anger over their treatment already boiling over, saying nothing, he turned his safety mode on his weapon, he knew telling them about the other weapons was a wrong card played out, and he made mental note to give Cromin a good dressing down when they got back to the base...the ship, “Now you are going to keep an eye on Savage, Cromin,” Oxford turned and faced Calvin and Lars, “Riley, Nyquist, you two are going to play the diplomats here, while Kirov and I start looking for answers. You two find anything radio, us in.”

His eyes darted for Kirov, seeing the man on the ground and one the leaders men hoovering over the doctor, Travis made his way to give aid, but glared at the armed man, “Pick on someone of your size,” he bend down to help Zarlenka to his feet, after the man had walked away, “Come on you can play Dr Watson, to my Sherlock Holmes. We are going fishing for information.”

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[calvin]

1711
D9W-814
City

One moment they were on their way to visit the Wizard of Oz – Toto and Tin-Man in toe…the next the village was going absolutely fraking mad. Accusations flew, every voice getting more and more heated. Great. Someone was going to get shot, beaten, or something was going to explode. Hopefully the later. Explosions make everything better.

Unless you’re in them.

As they insisted that their resident Tin-Man had been there, Calvin couldn’t help but smirk a little, “Frak you get around, Tin-Man,” he commented under his breath, until the accusations just got ridiculous. Oh – someone was so going to be unconscious. Probably Calvin. That’s normally how it worked anyway.
“Oi! Frak off! Maybe we like her psychotic-ness,” he nudged Marion slightly, “If you haven’t noticed – we are walking with her, and not a prison march with her with the whip,” he pointed out, hearing a thud.

And Kirov was down.

Called it.

Cromin – whom he now dubbed as the Cowardly Lion…just because, got owned my Oxford – aka Ruby. Mr. Ruby Slippers. The Ox/Oz pun was too easy, therefore Calvin – being Calvin – took the harder route. And gave everyone nicknames.

Riley’s eyes studied Scarecrow [Kirov], as Ruby gave Cowardly Lion an order.
“Now you are going to keep an eye on Savage, Cromin,” before turning his attention to the two civvies, “Riley, Nyquist, you two are going to play the diplomats here, while Kirov and I start looking for answers. You two find anything radio, us in.”

Calvin nodded, biting his lip, before a cheeky grin spread across his face as he looked over at Lars.
“Remember what you said about my diplomacy skills earlier, Toto?” he asked, unable to contain his amusement at the irony, “Let’s hope your little prediction was fraked up…”

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the villages – who still stared. They needed to be munchkins with lollipops. Then they would be truly horrifying.
“So – anyone want to tell us where you first saw the scary French lady and what she did that makes you all scared of her?” he asked, before pausing. Well frak – they were Frenchies.
“Er…Pourquoi les…er…la craignez-vous?” he asked in broken French, asking why they feared her. Well – it was worth a shot. Lars would probably step in and burst out in fluent French and own him. Or at least he hoped Toto would. Even if Calvin was pretty much from all of Europe [he moved a lot] he still wasn’t one for picking up non-computer-associated languages. Speaking languages just didn’t make as much sense to him.

And that just sums up Calvin, right there.

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[Lars Nyquist]

1714
D9W-814
City

Lars had remained at the back of the group, knowing as he did that the first rule of proper diplomacy was to gauge the mood before wading in with questions or accusations, to get a feel for the overall tone of the people with whom they needed to talk. That they were aggressive was without doubt - but more importantly, perhaps, there was an undercurrent of fear that piqued his curiosity.

He winced when Zarlenka took the blow to the head - but still waited for orders. After all, he had had it very thoroughly ground into him that he was under the control of the military now. He did as ordered. And he had just been ordered - along with Gods forbid - Riley to be the diplomat.

With Riley, he stepped forward and kept back the smile at Calvin's broken French. "Perhaps you would allow me, Mr. Riley?" He lay a friendly hand on the other's shoulder and stepped forward and slid into easy, perfect, effortless French.

"My friend is still learning the language, please forgive him. We are most concerned at what you have to say about our friend. We have travelled with her for a long time and we assure you that she offers no threat. We would very much like the opportunity to speak with your elders, your leaders - the people in charge? We mean you no harm - on that, you have my word."

[/color] He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, showing that he was unarmed.

His words illicited a look of confusion from the natives, but one of them seemed to accept what he was saying and grunting, nodded.

"This way."

"One moment." Lars turned to Calvin and softly repeated what he had said word for word. He did it in such a way as to make sure the computer expert was in no doubt that he wasn't trying in any way to 'outdo him'.

"They are offering to - I always wanted to say this - take us to their leaders," he said.
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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1710
D9W-814
City

There were guns pointed at Lt Savage and as soon as Captain Cromin stepped in to assist her some guns switched aim from her to him. As it was, things kinda escalated quickly and the Captain pointed guns first and then he asked his questions after. This he had learnt from the 40th President of the United States, Ronald Regan. This was how he defeated the Cold war against the Soviets; "first you show the stick and then you bring in the carrots" he would say. The Major stepped in to calm things down, although he did it with his finger at the trigger.

Major Oxford spoke to the leader of the pack saying "We aren’t here to start a fire fight. We came here in peace and to make allies. I’m well aware of who she is; as far as I know she’s my Third in Command. If she stays, so do we. Right till we clear this matter of identity crisis, that seem to be showing here. I won’t leave any member of my team behind.”


The Major then motioned to Lt Savage to go with the Crowd, this she did began to do because that was the order she was given. As soon as she began to move the Captain looked at the Major and said:

Captain Cromin: "Your orders sir"

Major: “Now you are going to keep an eye on Savage, Cromin”

Captain Cromin: "Roger that!" he responded to the Major and then he turned to the man taking savage away and he said "After you, I guess you will be having an extra guest today." With that they all started moving to wherever the man was taking them to.

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[savage]

1710
D9W-814
City

Marion was very stilled with her actions after that. It was true to her nature that she would watch the situation before lashing out in anyway. It was a prized mannerism that her brothers knew well, one that she shared with Marcel. The calm before the storm, the viper stalling before striking. Even when someone in the crowd called for her death, she simple tightened her jaw and glared at them.

"Lieutenant, eyes on target, finger on your trigger .... be careful" Cormin schooled her yet again. Marion's icy glared turned from the crowd to the second in command. "Semble-je que j'aie besoin d'un nounou me disant comment faire mon travail?" But with all the commotion from the people that had surrounded them and from the team as well, her annoyance with the Captain took the back burner.

She could see that they were clearly outnumbered, so any kind of force out of this situation was certainly out of the question, and it would seem that Oxford had come to the same conclusion. Reluctantly, she put the safety on her weapon and tossed it to the ground when Oxford said that they could have her. She could hear Lars talk to the people in French and she listened to them reply. At least she could provide somethings as they led her away with Cormin trailing behind. "Can you not hear it Lars, their French is immature, someone has taught it to them." One of her captors shoved her shoulder a bit to keep her moving.

1716
D9W-814
City Authority Head Quarters

It was a good five minute walk to where the men where leading them, and by that time they had bound her hands in front of her. As if that would stop her if she were to try anything. The leading authority of the city was a man named Guias, though he did not introduced himself at all. "The others that were traveling with her are soon to follow. We stalled them long enough to bring it back and get it out of the way." The leader of the squad that apprehended Marion said to Gaius. She didn't like it how they referred to her as 'it', as she wasn't really there. "Very well, take it to one of the cells, we'll prepare for it to be transferred to the colony as soon as we deal with these foreigners." Gaius said.

"Excuse me, monsieur, but I take great offense to this. You have arrested me with no charge and I demand to know why? I have never been here before, and I have done no wrong to your people." she tried to explain.

"It speaks funny Timon," Gaius mention to the other man. "Just like our friends."

"A trick perhaps sir, I'll get it out of sight, sir." Timon responded as he shoved Marion in some direction. She could see the rest of SD-4 being lead it to be taken to the 'leaders', in this case Guias. Some of Timon's men blocked Cormin from following even further and Timon put Marion in a jail cell, and left her alone in the dark.

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"I am sorry for this mess," Gaius said to Oxford and the rest of SD-4. "It is some usual business that you have the misfortune of being though. I'm afraid that your new friend is actually an escapee of a penal colony located not to far from here. I'm just glad that none of you were hurt before she hatched her plan. May I offer you a drink?"

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(OOC: I hope I gave you guys some stuff to work with, and I gave our 'bad guys' names....hehe)

[Travis Oxford]

"I am sorry for this mess," Gaius said to Oxford and the rest of SD-4. "It is some usual business that you have the misfortune of being though. I'm afraid that your new friend is actually an escapee of a penal colony located not to far from here. I'm just glad that none of you were hurt before she hatched her plan. May I offer you a drink?"

1716 - 1720
D9W-814
Town Center

Travis watched Cromin and Savage leave, with slight regret regarding the Lieutenant; he hoped she understood what he was doing and not hold it against him. Her safety was currently his priority given the situation. Making an comprise needed to sacrificed in order to gain the people’s trust so the team could make them into allies. Hopefully. Shifting Zarlenka’s weight for a proper holding, he placed the man on the ground in sitting position as he listened to the man talk.

The words escapee from penal colony caught his interest, but he frowned when the man kept on hinting that Marion was a jailbird, “That’s my third in command,” he corrected Gaius, with an edge in his voice. What the hell was wrong with these people? Couldn’t they see what she was wearing; the standard of world outfit with SD4 patch on the sleeve. She was a trained solder for god sake, not some carbon copy of someone else running around like a mad woman, if Savage was just that Collins would have picked up the behaviour by now and sent the lieutenant packing back to Earth and towards a padded cell. Deciding to test waters, “What penal colony?” he asked with slight curiosity, “and where can we see this place?” He declined the offer of a drink for both Kirov and himself, not wanting to take chancing of getting drugged.

Perhaps this might give him some answers and buy some time for Calvin and Lars to get more information, plus keep Savage safe in the cells. Although he didn’t want to leave her on her own but he couldn’t leave the village without backup. Kirov was hardly in shape to warn him of dangers much less fire a gun. Cromin will have to come along.

“We are usually forbidden to talk about it,” Gaius explained, as he gestured them to walk with him, “but seeing you don’t believe us, I will show you the path leading to the place. Most are there some petty crimes, but others are in there for much worse and dangerous one.”

Travis heaved Zarlenka, “For a doctor, your currently are trouble,” he muttered at the man, then paid attention to their ‘guide’ and what he was saying, “you mean for murder and stealing and so forth?”

Gaius nodded, “The one you claim to be your third in command, has done the most dangerous deeds I have never seen.” Stopping at the south entrance he pointed to the place that was visible from where they stood.

Travis sighed, as he looked and calculated the distance. It would likely to take them 20 minutes to reach the place by hoofing. This was one crossroad he didn’t want to face, clicking his radio, “Captain Cromin, can you please arrive at the south entrance?” he asked, after getting a reply he switched channels, “Calvin, Lars continue your quest for information and keep in touch to Savage every now and then.”

He was keen to find out what lay behind those walls, which was causing this much headache for his team right this moment.

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[calvin]

1720
D9W-814
City

“Calvin, Lars continue your quest for information and keep in touch to Savage every now and then.”
"Aye," he replied, getting in touch with his inner-Scottish and Irish accents. He had lived in both Ireland and Scotland for a significant chunks of his life.

"Perhaps you would allow me, Mr. Riley?" Lars ventured, placing a friendly hand upon Calvin's shoulder. The computer specialist shrugged, "Knock yourself out Toto - the rest of the French I know'll only get me slapped," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit.

And Toto was off - words just flowing out of his mouth like verbal-French-vomit - the most repulsive way to think of it. Calvin caught a few words here and there, not really pretending to have any idea what the other Civvie was saying. If someone asked, he'd probably respond, 'Stuff.'
Well...it wasn't a lie.


Calvin continued to watch as Toto held up his arms in a fashion that showed off how unarmed he was. The exMI6 man copied the gesture - so they would snap and randomly kill the one that didn't know what was going on, in fear he was going to go all James Bond on their asses.

The native responded in something that Calvin knew - but it was one of those days where someone could talk to him in plain English and he'd probably have no idea what was just said.

Thankfully, Toto wasn't a Tin-Man (ie minus a heart) and informed him of the entire conversation.
"My friend is still learning the language, please forgive him. We are most concerned at what you have to say about our friend. We have traveled with her for a long time and we assure you that she offers no threat. We would very much like the opportunity to speak with your elders, your leaders - the people in charge? We mean you no harm - on that, you have my word."
"This way."
"One moment."

"Merci," Calvin smirked, "I'll be sure to translate anything computery for ya, if the opportunity comes," he smiled, nudging the other Civvie a bit.

He liked not being the only non-military-personnel on the team. It was the first time in which he wasn't. For once he didn't quite feel as 'singled out'. A nice change.

"They are offering to - I always wanted to say this - take us to their leaders."
Calvin smiled.
"Allons-y!" also known as 'Let's go!'

Ah, French humor.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1716 - 1720
D9W-814
City Authority Head Quarters

Arriving at the headquarters of the group that had arested Lt Savage, they took her straight to jail and as Captain Cromin followed from behind they barred him from following any further. The Captain then yelled to Lt Savage "Keep it together Lieutenant, we will get you out of this; at the moment I am going to try and get more access to you so that we can keep you apprised on the situation."

The Captain requested to speak to their Leader; he was told to wait and he understood what they said in french as they spoke. They were going to waste his time. He scanned his present surroundings and noticed a door that the required something like a key card to get through, he figured that the leaders would probably be in there somewhere. The next issue was how he was going to get in there without a key card.

He got on his radio to Riley saying "Hey Calvin, Captain Cromin here, how do I get past an electronic lock without a key card, can you do one of your computer mumbo jumbo? Oh never mind, I found another way!" One of the men that had been talking to him earlier came out from the restricted area and Cromin faked have some sore of panic attack, coughing, and calling out to the man he just saw. As the guy came close, Cromin leaned on him for support and swiped his key card while he was asking for the bathroom and the guy was non the wiser.

As the guy disappeared into another door, Cromin went into the restricted area and luckily the third office he saw was one of the men he had seen earlier, his name was Jean-francois Borny. The man obviously surprised was about to speak when Cromin motioned for him to be quiet. As motion of gesture Cromin gave him the key card he used to get in.

Captain Cromin: "I am sure you are wondering how I got in here, no need to wonder, here is the key card, but that is not why I am here. I need access to my Lieutenant and your men are denying me access to her. So tell me, your leader earlier seemed intent on working with us but apparently your men are doing otherwise. So this is what I am thinking, I was never here and you never saw me, and you are not embarassed because of this little breach in your security being that the title on your door says 'HEAD OF SECURITY'. This is our little secret, in fact there is no secret . . . get those men watching her changed and I need access to my Lieutenat. You have her in jail, I just want access to her, can you do that for me? ... and oh, one more thing, just say this is a case of your men not following orders. again, can you do that for me?"

The following conversation took place between the both of them.

Jean-francois Borny: "Yes, that can be arranged."

Captain Cromin: "Thank you, I am happy we see eye to eye on this."

Just then a call came in from Major Oxford saying “Captain Cromin, can you please arrive at the south entrance?” The Captain responded saying "Roger that, on my way."

Then turning to Jean-francois Borny he says "Just let my people in, I gotta go, thanks for all your help." With that he turned around and walked out to where the Major was.

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