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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 2, 2005 5:53:58 GMT -5
Renfield was in the middle of watching the latest Warts Galore commercial on the television when he heard the knock at the door. Blast that Stephenson, he thought. He said AFTER the interrogations! Swallowing down his mouthful of crickets, he hollered for Corporal to hear, "Uh, just a second!"
Working quickly, Renfield put the lids back on the two insect-filled jars and returned them to his desk drawer along with the TV, which he hastilly switched off, growling angrily to himself as, in his urgency to make things presentable, he neglected to lock the drawer after slamming it shut. Jumping out of his office chair he scurried into his private bathroom, where he spent a few moments carefully replacing his contact lenses.
Then, fixing his tie to make himself look presentable, he hurried to the door, tripping over his own feet and ending up face-first on the carpeted floor. "Oof!" Getting up, he went to the door more leisurely, unlocked it, and opened it. Doing his best not to act like he'd just spent the past minute or so running around wildly, he smiled to Corporal and invited him in. "Ah, do come in, Captain. Or should I say Rear-Admiral?"
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Post by Norris on Mar 2, 2005 12:28:50 GMT -5
Stepping inside, Corporal looked every inch of admiral. Gone was the camouflaged First World War uniform, and now he was dressed in a well-tailored Royal Navy uniform consisting of a navy-blue suit with a white cap. The golden trimmings on the sleeves denoted the rank of Rear-Admiral, as did the laurels on the peak of his cap. As he stepped in, he now proudly wore two insignificant medals on his chest, which he never wore during his time as a captain.
"Hello again, Renfield!" Corporal almost leapt with joy. "This, I must say, is all so sudden! This is wasn't what I was expecting on my first day back to Genus! Commodore maybe, but never any form of Admiral!"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 2, 2005 13:06:14 GMT -5
As Corporal came in, Renfield shut the door after him and hurried to offer the new Rear-Admiral a seat in one of the comfortable armchairs that sat before his desk. "Do have a seat, sir," he said, beaming. Although he didn't look it, Renfield was extremely nervous, paranoid about whether or not the contraband was safely hidden.
"I can't say I envy you even though it took me quite a few years to move up to this position," the moss-green "hare" said as he walked around the desk and sat in his high-backed office chair. "I'm not exactly field man material, and let's face it, I'm one of the few mammals in the Aniverse who loathes space travel." He laughed heartily. "But, congratulations nonetheless!"
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Post by Norris on Mar 3, 2005 2:43:29 GMT -5
"Thanks," Corporal smiled sheepishly. "I haven't been told what to do now, but its' obvious that I can no longer be a PA to Colonel Mew." He feels one of his pockets, and pulls out a gold medal in the shape of a nebula attached to a red ribbon. "Renfield, this may be rushed, but I'd like you to have this. It's the Mammalian Flying Cross, and after you dealt with them Toads, I believe that you deserve it."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 3, 2005 2:57:34 GMT -5
"Huh?" Renfield's eyes bulged out slightly in surprise as the new Rear-Admiral hands him the gold medal over the desk, and he stares at in his hands for a moment. The Mammalian Flying Cross? He trembled slightly, an unusual feeling of guilt welling up in his gut. This Renfield attributed to spending too much time as a mammal himself; he was actually starting to feel something of a fondness for these furry fleabags! He mentally scolded himself for this. He was supposed to hate them!
He shook his head. Regardless of whether his guilt was genuine or not, there was no way he could accept this medal. It would interfere too much with his work. He struggled to come up with a good excuse not to take it. "I can't accept this," he said at length. "I didn't really do anything to deserve it. By the time I arrived, Dr. Croaker and his men were already in custody. This medal belongs to Wilson and Perkins. They're the ones that actually apprehended them."
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Post by Norris on Mar 3, 2005 10:32:37 GMT -5
Surprised by Renfields' turning-down, Corporal replaces the medal in his pocket. "In that case, 2nd Lieutenant Wilson and Staff Sergeant Perkins will recieve the award."
Just catching the glimpse of a cricket on the floor, Corporal stands up and turns to leave. "I'm due to see Admiral Hudson later today, so I'd best get going. Goodbye, Lieutenant." As he opens the door, he turns to tell Renfield one last thing. "You'd better get that bug problem of yours sorted, or the toads will be dying to get here!" With that, he is gone.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 3, 2005 11:35:56 GMT -5
"Hope I haven't offended you, Admiral," Renfield intones genuinely as he walks the hairless baboon to the door. "I just think the award should go to those who truly deserve it. Good day, then."
At Corporal's mention of a "bug problem," he turned and saw the cricket on the floor, chewing his lower lip nervously. As soon as Corporal was gone Renfield closed the door and locked it, then caught the cricket and popped it into his mouth. Thinking while he chewed, Renfield noticed the clock on the wall. It was almost time for the scheduled interrogation of that idiot Croaker and his cronies.
If he was to ensure that they made it safely off of Genus, with the information he had for them, he would have to act quickly. Grabbing his suit jacket and slipping it on, he waited a few minutes until he was certain that Corporal would no longer be in the hallway, then unlocked the door and left the office, closing and locking the door behind him. He buttoned his suit up on his way to the lift.
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Post by Norris on Mar 7, 2005 13:55:21 GMT -5
With the entire office blockade completely empty, a figure moves towards the locked office of Renfield Billings, and the figure of a female panther leaves a note scelotaped to the door. The figure walks off, and leaves in the lift. The notice says:
I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU. MEET ME AT THE GENUS MILITARY RAILWAY GOODS SHED WHENEVER YOU'RE FREE. WITH LOVE, CPL. EMILY STIRLING
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Post by Dragonie on Mar 14, 2005 0:05:13 GMT -5
Mean while in the office of the head of Internal Affairs a new message comes through, "this is agent 96 making my report for this week, over.”
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Norris on Mar 14, 2005 2:32:46 GMT -5
Stephenson has only just caught the incoming message whilst sorting some paperwork, and decides to read this transmission.
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Post by Dragonie on Mar 14, 2005 11:43:42 GMT -5
Over com, verbal, "my report is enclosed as a link with this transmission. What I believe you need to know is that all suspicions of Renfield being a spy: confirmed. But something very important happed less then an hour ago. An unidentified craft landed on the station, inside was a bat winged wolf claming to be from the far side of the aniverse, and from 2000 years ago. Please send any instructions to deal with this as soon as possible. I will be here for the next 30 minutes before leaving if you wish to send further instructions."
After a few seconds, "Revision: the station has been called to a meeting, I will stay here for the next 10 minutes before leaving."
TBCB anyone
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Post by Norris on Mar 14, 2005 12:08:46 GMT -5
Needless to say, Stephenson was surprised. He had no idea that Renfield actually was a spy, but whether this was sheer coincidence or someone having a joke, Stephenson was unsure.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 14, 2005 18:29:03 GMT -5
Completely unaware of the developments happening with Internal Affairs, Renfield Billings steps off the lift on his floor, intending to visit his office really quick before going to see Fritz about the security problems down at the Military Railway.
He waved to Stephenson as he passed him, none the wiser about the transmission he'd just received. "Stephenson," he said, pausing for a moment, "do me a favor and tell Chairman Warner that I need to speak to him about some problems down at the Military Railway, would you?" He started off again, adding over his shoulder, "Dr. Croaker escaped with such ease it's not even funny."
He continued on without waiting for Stephenson to respond - He didn't need to. It was times like this where he was amused with his relatively high ranking in the Security Council, and the freedom it gave him to simply breeze into the offices, issue an order, and be certain it would be carried out.
Upon reaching his office door, however, Renfield was thrown for a loop when he saw the note stuck to it. "What's this?" he murmured to himself as he took the note off the door and read it. He felt his stomach tie itself in a knot at the contents of the brief letter, turning and looking back down the desserted hallway at no one in particular before returning his eyes to the piece of paper. "A love letter? From C--Corporal Stirling?"
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 16, 2005 17:01:02 GMT -5
Standing around and trying to figure out what to do, Renfield folds up the note and sticks it into the pocket of his greenish-brown business suit, then goes into his office, closing and locking the door as usual. He heads right to his desk and picks up a phone, dialing the number for the Chairman's Office*. Upon getting an answer from a receptionist, he says, "Yes, this is Lt. Billings in Security. I need to speak with Chairman Warner right away. It's an emergency."
TBCB Fritz (?)
*Okay, so a phone may be rather out of place in the Aniverse (and somebody correct me if I'm wrong about this), but I couldn't think of anything else. XD
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Post by whitehind on Mar 16, 2005 17:29:25 GMT -5
* Renfield has got through to a female secretary *
"Of course sir, just one moment", replies the female mammal. Moments later there is a click on the line and Chairman Warner answers, from the muffled sound of his voice it is clear he has been interrupted halfway through lunch.
"Ah...mmm... Renfield...ah.... good to hear from you as always... What's the nature of this emergency? Do we require a secure line?", the chairman manages to articulate.
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