THE 4TH WALL pt. 2

<Hankolijo>: "Am I allowed to smoke in here?" "I didn't know you smokes, Valters." "Well, I picked it up pretty much yesterday." "Oh... I see. Sure. Can we go over the plan again?" "Alright... so, we go for the two other guys first." "Wait, who?" "For fucks sake... their creators. They want free will, so I find it a good place to start."
<Hankolijo>: You are in an aeroplane. Mike got the three of you headphones, and he is talking with Valters.
<Hankolijo>: Mike, fascinated by the idea that fictional characters had come back to life, allowed you to use his jet and resources. When asked how he got this, he just said he earned fair and square, but a judge wouldn't really believe that.
<ShotgunFiendM>: Zay tries not to think of anything... Not that it would matter what he wants because it's not like it's him who actually wants it.
<Balthazaar>: Mark sits there, pissed off at everything.
<Hankolijo>: "Right, so, our first target is in... Australia. Correct?" Mike asks from the pilot seat. You sort of hear it twice, once directly in your ears from the headphones. "By the way, once we're off, I'll give you better earpieces."
<Hankolijo>: "Right." responds Valters.
<Hankolijo>: Valters is dressed in casual clothing- a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. Mike on the other hand is wearing a suit.
<Balthazaar>: Mark nods. ~Australia, that'd mean this is mine first...~
<Hankolijo>: "We should be there fairly soon. I have a chopper ready t take us directly to the guy."
<Hankolijo>: "Got it." Valters responds. He turns to the two of you. "So, how do the two of you feel?"
<ShotgunFiendM>: "Okay."
<ShotgunFiendM>: Zay is as unemotional as one can get.
<ShotgunFiendM>: "Like everything in my life is a lie."
<Balthazaar>: "Fucking shit."
<Hankolijo>: "Yeah... well, no real turning back now."
<Hankolijo>: Mike suddenly announces: "Real Artificial intelligence! Still can hardly believe it!" As to which Valters responds. "Well, not really. They aren't AI's... not until we... pay a visit to Balthazaar and SF."
<Balthazaar>: "What the fuck did you call me?" Mark moves to stand up
<ShotgunFiendM>: Zay puts a hand on Mark's shoulder.
<ShotgunFiendM>: "It's not worth it."
<Hankolijo>: "How close are we to destination?" Valters asks into the mic.
<Balthazaar>: "Little cunt..."
<Hankolijo>: "Actually... we're almost there."
<ShotgunFiendM>: Zay takes his hand back and sighs.
<Hankolijo>: "Alright, landing now." Mike announces. After a couple of minutes, the plane stops.
<Hankolijo>: "Thank you for choosing Mike Wallson airlines. Please leave the plane in an orderly fassion, and proceed to the chopper located outside." Mike announces, and opens the doors.
<Balthazaar>: Mark gets out quickly, resisting the urge to shoot Mike Wallson
<ShotgunFiendM>: Zay wonders why bother, but gets up and out anyway.
<Hankolijo>: Valters and Mike follow.
<Hankolijo>: Mike opens takes out 3 small earpieces out of his suit pocket. "Here you go fellas." And he hands them out.
<ShotgunFiendM>: Zay takes it and looks at it. He's familar with the likes of it and puts it in his ear.
<Balthazaar>: Mark takes one and puts it in
<Hankolijo>: Valters proceeds with the same. Mike salutes and gets back in the plane.
<Hankolijo>: "Testing, testing, one, two, three. You guys hear this?"
<Balthazaar>: Mark grunts a responce
<ShotgunFiendM>: Zay nods. He goes to the chopper.
<Hankolijo>: Valters waits for Mark to get going.
<Balthazaar>: Mark runs over to the chopper
<Hankolijo>: Valters follows. There is an Asian man in the pilot seat, approximately 24 years old. He's wearing casual clothing much like Valters.
<Hankolijo>: The chopper is a custom colored Bell 206. It's painted in desert camo.
<Balthazaar>: Mark rolls his eyes at the sight of the chopper. ~That won't stick out like a sore thumb or anything...~
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay gives no fucks about what color the chopper is, he just wants it to get where it's going.
<Balthazaar>: Mark hops in
<Hankolijo>: "Shotgun." Valters states and takes the seat next to the pilot.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay buckles in and waits
<Balthazaar>: Mark buckles up. He looks at the familiar sights from his time living down this way.
<Hankolijo>: "Alright, we're good to go." Valters checks his phone. "Our target lives in a fishing village... like, 50 km's south of Melbourne." The pilot nods and starts the chopper.
<Hankolijo>: "Hey, Mark? I'm just wondering... what will you do when we find this guy?" Valters asks.
<Balthazaar>: "Whatever will fix things. Rough him up."
<ShotgunFiend>: "What exactly do you plan do that that will help /us?/"
<Hankolijo>: "Do you mean help you in this whole thing, or just help you figure out this guys deal?"
<ShotgunFiend>: "Help us in this whole thing. What are you trying to accomplish with this?"
<Hankolijo>: "Mainly... trying to keep you two from killing me. And Mike seems to be way into this thing too."
<Hankolijo>: "And I am 90 percent certain this will work."
<Balthazaar>: "And stopping these people will... Free us?"
<Hankolijo>: "Should, in theory."
<Balthazaar>: "Good." Mark checks his rifle for the umpteenth time
<Hankolijo>: "ETA 5 minutes." The pilot states.
<Hankolijo>: "So, you two ready?" Valters asks.
<Balthazaar>: Mark just gives him a pissed off look.
<ShotgunFiend>: "As I'll ever be."
<Hankolijo>: "By the way guys," Mike says, "I have a slight surprise for you when you land. A black van. Valters should open it, since you two probably won't trust me enough."
<Balthazaar>: "Like I trust him more."
<Hankolijo>: "Well, we're hear. Good luck you three." The pilot says as he begins landing. You can see the van below you.
<Hankolijo>: here*
<Hankolijo>: The chopper touches down on the ground. Valters opens the helicopters door, and heads towards the van. He opens the back, and calls something out, but the sound of the blades rotating makes it impossible to hear him.
<ShotgunFiend>: Earpieces tho?
<Balthazaar>: Mark get's out of the chopper, face like thunder
<Hankolijo>: The earpiece doesn't seem to transmit his words for some reason.
<Hankolijo>: Valters climbs into the van.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay sighs and follows a long.
<ShotgunFiend>: Jesus it's like he's an angsty teenager
<Balthazaar>: Mark follows, about ready to punch someone in the dick
<Hankolijo>: You make it to the van. It is packed full with all sorts of weapons, bulletproof vests, explosives and technical things you don't recognize.
<Hankolijo>: Valters is in the back looking at a small box on the wall, with a green light lit on it.
<Balthazaar>: For the first time since this situation started, MArk smiles
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay idly wonders why they would supply them with /more/ weapons.
<Hankolijo>: Valters fiddles with the box, then it turns red. "What the hell was the point of this, Mike?" Now you /do/ hear him in the earpiece.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay steps in the truck and looks around. "Why are we getting these?"
<Balthazaar>: Mark grabs an FN SCAR, and a Glock 17 from the truck
<Hankolijo>: "Precaution, nothing, really." Mike responds.
<Hankolijo>: "I mean why would you have a... yeah, what do you call this box here, Mike?"
<Balthazaar>: "Are we ready yet?"
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay just grabs some extra ammo, a couple frag grenades, a couple flashbangs, and a block of plastic explosives.
<ShotgunFiend>: And straps on a kevlar vest.
<Hankolijo>: "Oh... did I leave that on? And wait, there is something you might consider taking. A gray metal suitcase. In there somewhere."
<Hankolijo>: Roll perception
<Balthazaar>: 6df+5
<Glacon>: Balthazaar: 5 (6df+5=+, 0, +, -, -, 0)
<ShotgunFiend>: 6df+5 come out come out wherever you are
<Glacon>: ShotgunFiend: come out come out wherever you are: 0 (6df+5=0, -, -, -, -, -)
<Hankolijo>: Zay doesn't seem to be looking whatsoever, but Mark finds it cluttered up behind some knives and machetes.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay just turns and leaves. He trips over a rifle that's protruding from behind a box and falls out of the truck.
<Hankolijo>: "Wow... you alright?" Valters asks
<Balthazaar>: MArk grabs the suitcase, and a machete while he's at it.
<ShotgunFiend>: "Fuck everything."
<ShotgunFiend>: He rolls over on he ground and pushes himself up.
<ShotgunFiend>: He looks mildly pissed now.
<Balthazaar>: "Zay, come help me check out the case."
<ShotgunFiend>: BUT HE DIDN'T SEE A CASE. "Okay." He goes over and inspects the case.
<Hankolijo>: There is no lock on it, it's not too heavy either. Gray metal. Shiny.
<Balthazaar>: Mark opens it. What's inside?
<Hankolijo>: A pair of what seem like taser guns, and several tiny boxes.
<ShotgunFiend>: "And uh... Why are a couple of tasers deserving of their own special box?"
<Balthazaar>: "What fucking good are these?"
<Hankolijo>: "They aren't just tasers. See those buttons on the side? You can change what they do. Stun, kill, sedate, and, my personal favorite, comply."
<Balthazaar>: "..." Mark takes one
<Hankolijo>: "And the boxes contain miniature cameras, so I may follow your movements, and assist you as much as I can."
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay does as well.
<ShotgunFiend>: He is so /so/ tempted to use it on Valters.
<Hankolijo>: "Except the slightly larger one. It contains special bug I designed. They let me hack into any electronic device from a distance."
<Hankolijo>: "This stuff might not be much use yet, but it most likely will, when we're dealing with the rest of the targets."
<ShotgunFiend>: "Okay."
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay holsters the phaser and steps back out of the van
<Hankolijo>: Valters takes the larger box and pockets it. He also takes one of the other boxes and opens it. It contains a tiny, round metal slab. He places it on his chest, and it sticks.
<Hankolijo>: He then puts a kevlar vest on and takes a deagle.
<Hankolijo>: "Might I recommend you put some clothing /over/ the vest? You'll look fat, but attract much less attention."
<Balthazaar>: Mark has no vest. "Can we go yet?"
<ShotgunFiend>: "I think we'll be fine.
<ShotgunFiend>: "*
<Hankolijo>: "Get a camera, please. I need it to identify the guy we're looking for!"
<Hankolijo>: Mike sounds slightly annoyed.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay does that!
<Balthazaar>: Mark complies
<Hankolijo>: Valters follows Mike's advice and gets his shirt over his vest, then adjusts the camera.
<Balthazaar>: Mark adjusts his camera. "/now/ are we ready?" He sounds massively annoyed
<Hankolijo>: "Alright, you're all set." Mike says. "Just head down that path to the south. It should take you to the town. Good luck fellas!"
<Hankolijo>: Valters exits the vehicle.
<Balthazaar>: Mark starts walking, carrying his new assault rifle openly
<Hankolijo>: "Would you /please/ try to not look so threatening? I don't think you want the damn cops on you!" Valters says a bit nervous.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay continues giving no fucks. He twirls his Five-SeveN around on his finger.
<Balthazaar>: Mark looks at Valters. "I'm a Foundation agent, I can handle the cops."
<ShotgunFiend>: "It's not like we have any kind of records. We don't exist, remember?"
<Hankolijo>: He rolls his eyes. "Cause they won't be suspicous about two unregistered individuals walking into a small city armed to the teeth. Oh, not at all."
<ShotgunFiend>: "Nope. They'll be too dead to care."
<Hankolijo>: His eyes widen. "You're joking, right? According to... well, everything, you guys should be... not, um, terrible people?"
<Balthazaar>: "We should also be real people, but things don't always work out the way you want."
<Hankolijo>: "Yes, I suppose. Just that, you know, it isn't you that wants to kill innocent cops right now. It's the people controlling you."
<ShotgunFiend>: "Riiiight."
<ShotgunFiend>: "So if we kill someone it isn't our fault."
<Balthazaar>: "Good to know."
<Hankolijo>: You walk through some trees and are almost in the town. "That isn't what I me... we're here. Please, holster your guns, I beg you."
<ShotgunFiend>: "... Fine."
<ShotgunFiend>: He holsters his gun. For now.
<Balthazaar>: Mark does as asked. "Where is the bastard?"
<Hankolijo>: "Well, we have to look for him... this might take a while. I tracked the IP to this town, but that is as far as I got."
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay wishes he brought more explosives.
<Hankolijo>: Mike continues: "Just look around, I have a program up to detect him when it sees it's face with the cameras.
<Balthazaar>: "Fine." Mark walks on
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay wanders on into the town. He continues thinking about his lack of enough explosives.
<Hankolijo>: "Hold up! Zay, your camera detected him. Look around a bit..." roll perception
<Balthazaar>: 6df+5
<Glacon>: Balthazaar: 3 (6df+5=-, -, 0, 0, -, +)
<ShotgunFiend>: aZay stops.
<ShotgunFiend>: 6df+5 Don't fucking near crit fail this time
<Glacon>: ShotgunFiend: Don't fucking near crit fail this time: 4 (6df+5=-, +, +, 0, -, -)
<Hankolijo>: Neither of you spot him again.
<Hankolijo>: 6df+5 I save the day!
<Glacon>: Hankolijo: I save the day!: 4 (6df+5=0, -, -, 0, 0, +)
<Hankolijo>: Valters does not spot anything either.
<Hankolijo>: "Alright... well, he couldn't have went far guys. Maybe you should split up?"
<ShotgunFiend>: "Or shoot the place up..." Zay mentions quietly.
<Balthazaar>: "Maybe /you/ should split up." Mark says angrily.
<Hankolijo>: *sigh* "Alright, I'll go that way, you guys... try not to do anything stupid, okay?" he says as he points to the docks.
<Balthazaar>: Mark goes off in a direction
<Hankolijo>: Valters heads to the dock area.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay walks off in a totally different direction because Zay still says fuck everything.
<Hankolijo>: Mike announces yet again: "Mark, you got him in your sights now! Like, the only guy there?"
<Balthazaar>: Mark smiles and advances on the guy
<Hankolijo>: "Where at?" Valters says over the earpiece.
<Hankolijo>: The guy turns around and sees you. "Are you..."
<Balthazaar>: "Come with me." Mark grabs him in a far from gentle manner.
<Hankolijo>: "...How is this...?"
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay spins on a heel and hurries over in the direction he believes the others to have gone.
<Balthazaar>: "Come with me or I'll gank you here and now."
<Hankolijo>: "Why? I don't..."
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay definitely finds them, but doesn't move into an obvious line of sight of the two.
<Hankolijo>: "He's somewhere downtown, Valters. Zay's there too."
<Balthazaar>: "... Fine." Mark pulls out the Glock and put's it to the guys temple.
<Hankolijo>: "Woah, alright! I'll follow"
<Balthazaar>: "Good boy." Mark practically drags him back
<Hankolijo>: Valters arrives at the scene, exhausted. "Found them, Mike."
<Hankolijo>: "I have cameras dude."
<Hankolijo>: "Right... Guys, we need to get him to the van."
<Balthazaar>: "Easy. March dickhead." MArk points the gun at the guy again
<Hankolijo>: Mike intervenes. "You could use 'comply' setting n the taser."
<Balthazaar>: Mark give Mike a vaguely homicidal look. "Which of those two options do you think I prefer right now?"
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay continues to keep his distance, covering his camera with part of his sleeve.
<Balthazaar>: "Fine." Mark hits him with the comply taser
<Hankolijo>: "Neither of them really involve murder, so...." he pauses. "Zay, I see that. Or, don't..."
<Hankolijo>: "Gah!" The man exclaims, shakes for a moment, then straightens up. His eyes seem empty.
<Balthazaar>: "Get in the fucking van."
<Hankolijo>: The man complies, and you easily take him to the van.
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay finally follows
<ShotgunFiend>: Staying out of sight until he actually arrives at the van
<Balthazaar>: Mark gets in the van.
<Hankolijo>: "Alright, try to see if we can get him to stop controlling you for good... shouldn't be too hard, the comply setting should keep him in order for this and you shouldn't stimulate your words. Too much." Mike announces.
<Balthazaar>: "Listen to me. You are going to stop controlling me. You are going to feel bad about what you did, and you will not control anyone else."
<Hankolijo>: The man, completely catatonic, simply nods at this.
<Balthazaar>: "Good."
<Hankolijo>: Valters gets in the van too. Mike speaks over the mic. "Valters, there should be some tracking chips in one of those boxes, please find one of them so we can track this guy."
<Balthazaar>: 4df+8 Mark punches him in the face. Hard.
<Glacon>: Balthazaar: Mark punches him in the face. Hard.: 5 (4df+8=0, -, -, -)
<Hankolijo>: 6df+3 Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?
<Glacon>: Hankolijo: Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?: 6 (6df+3=+, +, -, 0, +, +)
<Hankolijo>: The punch doesn't do as much as expected.
<Balthazaar>: 4df+8 Mark just gets angrier
<Glacon>: Balthazaar: Mark just gets angrier: 7 (4df+8=-, +, -, 0)
<Hankolijo>: Valters finds a chip and implants it into the mans leg.
<Hankolijo>: 6df+3 Nyah nyah nyah
<Glacon>: Hankolijo: Nyah nyah nyah: 6 (6df+3=-, +, +, +, +, 0)
<ShotgunFiend>: Zay climbs into the back of the van.
<Hankolijo>: The punch does some damage to his face.
<Balthazaar>: 4df+8 Mark throws a volley of punches, furious
<Glacon>: Balthazaar: Mark throws a volley of punches, furious: 7 (4df+8=-, 0, 0, 0)
<Hankolijo>: 6df+3 The pilot, who seems to have waited for quite a while, suddenly speaks up. "We need to move if we want to get the other guy /and/ the top foundation dogs."
<Glacon>: Hankolijo: The pilot, who seems to have waited for quite a while, suddenly speaks up. "We need to move if we want to get the other guy /and/ the top foundation dogs.": 3 (6df+3=0, +, 0, 0, 0, -)
<Hankolijo>: You pummel him/yourself.
<Balthazaar>: Mark seems satisfied. "Okay. let's go."
<Hankolijo>: "Now, go back home. You got these injuries in an accident in the woods. You have never seen us, and will never recognize us, and you will not ever again use Far Recon again"
<Hankolijo>: The man nods and begins heading out.
<Balthazaar>: Mark seems satisfied
<Hankolijo>: Balthazaar leaves and begins heading away, down the path. The pilot points at his wristwatch.
<Hankolijo>: "Time to go fellas." Mike states.
<Hankolijo>: Valters looks over at Zay. "Your guy's next..."
<Balthazaar>: Mark puts a hand on Zays shoulder.
<Hankolijo>: "Long way to the end of all this... long way."
<Hankolijo>: TO BE CONTINUED. AGAIN.