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Post by Norris on Sept 1, 2005 1:19:29 GMT -5
"Suit yourself," nodded Padd. "I'll be at the old Depot, where I'll signal to you at exactly 6:00 AM."
Pressing a button on her belt, she was teleported away.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Sept 1, 2005 11:29:19 GMT -5
Renfield blinked. Just as he was uncomfortable with the idea of interplanetary travel, so too was he equally unnerved by idea of teleportation. He sighed and shook his head, then left the office and found Anders and Blau waiting in the hallway. After briefing them on the details, he led the way and the trio headed towards the Memorial Gardens.
TBCA Genus Memorial Gardens
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Post by Kooshmeister on Oct 17, 2005 11:07:33 GMT -5
Renfield re-entered the office complex, sighing to himself as he walked into the lobby. He'd ditched the truck in a parking lot nearby and returned to the office complex on foot to avoid suspicion. He suddenly realized he'd forgotten his I.D. badge. Reaching into his pocket he fished it out and clipped it to the lapel of his suit jacket.
Satisfied, he nodded to himself and then crossed the lobby to the elevators. He rode the elevator to his floor, got off, and went into his office and shut the door. Sighing, he walked to his desk and pushed the intercom button. It was time to renew business as usual around here. "Stephenson," he said into the speaker, "any messages for me while I was out?"
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Post by Norris on Oct 18, 2005 11:19:19 GMT -5
"No sir," Stephenson replied. "None for you, just other members of the department."
OOC: I thought Renfield had taken the bike rather than the truck.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Oct 18, 2005 14:36:34 GMT -5
OOC: Wha--? He left the bike with Padd.
IC: Renfield sighed a bit. He hated slow days. "Right. Thank you, Stephenson," he said and terminated the connection. Then he went and flopped onto his couch. Remembering what had occurred there made him go "Gah!" and jump to his feet. He realized he was spending too much time in this office, so he went and activated the intercom again. "Stephenson," he said, "if any calls come through, forward them to my apartment. I'm going home for the evening."
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Post by Norris on Oct 19, 2005 0:53:12 GMT -5
"Yes sir." Stephenson murmured over the radio.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Oct 21, 2005 21:34:10 GMT -5
"What?!" gasped Renfield. He had just been in the midst of leaving his office when he'd received a call from Timothy, his plant aboard Orwell Station. What Timothy had just gotten done telling him was difficult to swallow, to say the least. Colonel Mew dead? No, not just dead, but completely annihilated!
"Look, Timothy," said Renfield, sighing, "just try to stay calm and stay there. I'll be on my way up there as soon as I can."
"B-But how?" stammered Timothy. "I-If you show up they'll know I'm reporting to you, and they're already suspicious of me after the last time--"
"I'll just say I came for a routine visit. Colonel Mew and I know-- er, knew one another anyway. Just sit tight, okay?" Renfield said and then terminated the connection, pocketing the communicator. He left the office and headed down the hall. He found Stephenson and pulled him aside. "Stephenson," he said, "I think something terrible has happened on Orwell Station, and I want my private shuttle prepped for liftoff ASAP!"
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Post by Norris on Oct 22, 2005 0:08:14 GMT -5
"It'll take some time, sir," Stephenson ventured. "As Genus Control has only just been put back online. I'll see what can be done, but you'll have to wait a while."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Oct 22, 2005 10:06:02 GMT -5
"Oh, bloody--" Renfield muttered and pushed past Stephenson. "I don't have time for this nonsense." He hurried to the hangar. "Call Orwell Station and tell them I'm on my way up there, but say it's just a routine visit to Colonel Mew."
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Post by Norris on Oct 23, 2005 0:58:59 GMT -5
"That won't be possible,sir," Stephenson called.
"It would be fine if you waited for your private shuttle, but all the civilian shuttle services and transmats have been cancelled by order of the Orwell crew."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Oct 23, 2005 1:12:22 GMT -5
Renfield sighed, wishing, not for the first time, that he actually had a seat on the Security Council. Then maybe he would have sufficient weight to throw around and get things moving more quickly. As it stood, his authority only extended so far outside of Genus. In fact, it stopped just short of Orwell Station.
"Fine," he said. "But you call Orwell and tell them I'm coming. And I want my shuttle ready as soon as possible, do you understand me Stephenson?"
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Post by Norris on Oct 24, 2005 0:12:59 GMT -5
Stephenson nodded, albeit a little frustrated.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 5:31:30 GMT -5
Continued from Genus Memorial Gardens:
Renfield had gotten quite a lot of stares from the other office workers as he led Vernita Lapis into the building wearing nothing but a bedsheet and his suit jacket, but at the moment he didn't really care what anyone thought of him or Vernita. All he knew was he had to get Vernita someplace safe, for precisely what purpose he didn't know just yet.
Once they were safely in his office, he closed and locked the door, then escorted her to the couch and gently made her sit down. "There," he said, "now, no one will disturb us. Would you like anything to eat or drink?"
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Post by Vernita on Jan 23, 2006 5:37:32 GMT -5
Vernita just nodded dumbly in response, her brain working overtime despite her obvious exhaustion. This office was all too familiar. It brought haunting chills up her spine, setting her fur on end as a terrible and stirring deja vu gripped her.
She could almost see it running back through her mind every time she closed her eyes.
Dont blink, Vernita... Dont blink...
She didnt know what to do any more. She wanted safety. She was full of fear and confusion and the only person she felt she could trust was an agent of the enemy.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Jan 23, 2006 5:48:44 GMT -5
Renfield sighed when she did not verbally respond, and went to his personal bar and got a bottle of scotch and poured her a drink. Carrying the glass back to her, he said, "You know, Wadman is probably going to tell Major Padd about you..."
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