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| - Interrogator is in Moscow, Russia. Middle East - Asia/Arabia The Birthplace of Human Civilization. Along the Tigris and Euphrates rivers the first human cities were formed. Jericho, the oldest continually occupied human city on the planet, is in this region. Like Egypt, these are the lands of the Bible: Israel, Lebanon, Jordan. Modern ears will recognize the names of Iran, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, as well as smaller countries such as Yemen or Qatar. Once the birthplace of human civilization, this region is now home to some of the richest nations on earth, such as Kuwait and Saudi Arabia. Lastly, Turkey is the land of Istanbul, formerly Constantinople, home of the Holy Roman Empire. Interrogator exits Vector Six, thanks her, and walks to his room. He grabs his machine gun and some extra clips. Then he heads to the hangar. Over Kill is in the hangar with the vectors, set up on a cot, recovering from a major short-out. The Vector lands by the hangar, letting down its exit rmp. She nods to Interrogator and transmits "You are safe here. Good luck>" Interrogator exits with his helicopter, "Thank you, Six." He approaches Over Kill. Over Kill tries to stand at attention. He tilts his head at network activity. "Sir. Welcome back." he says tiredly. "Things are calm. The girls are awaiting orders." everything's back to normal it seems. Crisis averted. Interrogator nods, "Yes, it appears that way. Rest, Over Kill, you need it." Over Kill nods "Thank you sir. Six has been taking over duties while I've been unavailable." he says. "She's a good Overlord. Learned from the best." he murmurs. "Sometimes, I wonder if we should bring him home." "No, Over Kill. I think that by promoting Six, I have solved those problems for now." Interrogator sighs. Over Kill nods "Very well. I am sorry my programming got in the way." he says. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Interrogator sits on some crates, "You are what you are. Thank you for letting me get out of here. If we had given away the location of the base..." Over Kill shudders. "I think it wouldn't go well." he admits. "Bludd..contacted Seneca." he says, looking down again. Interrogator jumps up! "What!?! How did he find out!?!" He rubs his throat. Over Kill winces "He asked. I had to..." He holds his head again. "He hasn't told the Baroness. You are safe. I think he wants to use this somehow." (Radio) Major Bludd sends Interrogator a radio transmission, 'Yes, Interrogator.' "Easy..." Interrogator croons to Over Kill "I can straighten this out." Over Kill frowns "Stupid mechanical parts in the brain. If I was fully organic none of this would happen." (Radio) Interrogator transmits, "What did Over Kill tell you, please?" to Major Bludd. (Radio) Major Bludd sends Interrogator a radio transmission, 'What did Over Kill tell me about what?' Interrogator pats Over Kill gently, "The Vectors were right, it was too much for you. What exactly did you tell the Major?" (Radio) Interrogator transmits, "About recent events." to Major Bludd. (Radio) Major Bludd sends Interrogator a radio transmission, 'Nothing you need worry about.' Over Kill winces. "Too inexperienced." He holds his head. again. "I told him everything, sir. I told him where she was, that she exists.." Interrogator sighs, "Who activated her, all the other plans...Am I right, Over Kill?" (Radio) Interrogator transmits, "Are you sure?" to Major Bludd. (Radio) Major Bludd sends Interrogator a radio transmission, 'Absolutely sure. How's Arabia?' (Radio) Interrogator transmits, "Hot, but calm now." to Major Bludd. (Radio) Major Bludd sends Interrogator a radio transmission, 'Oh, good.' (Radio) Interrogator transmits, "You will let me know when to start worrying, correct?" to Major Bludd. Over Kill tilts his head. "He knows she is active but not who. He knows where she is but not how she got there." (Radio) Major Bludd sends Interrogator a radio transmission, 'Sure.' Interrogator sits back down, "Yes...I'm sure he could figure it out though. He is not a stupid man..." Over Kill winces. "He hasn't told the Baroness. Maybe he wants a part of it." Interrogator says wearily, "Perhaps. He is a mercenary, and therefore has a price tag. He is not the worse who could have found out." Over Kill pauses. "No other will find out. If she asks.." he winces. "I'll fight it. I'll try. I'm sorry. I'm a threat to us all." Interrogator leans back, "And if we delete those memories, people would be suspicious..." Over Kill tilts his head. "Who would check? Lazarus is out of the country. They.. know that too. They know she was involved but not to what extent." Interrogator looks around the hangar, "Does anyone else need me for anything?" Over Kill pauses. "No. I think we're fine." he looks at Six, who just seems to be grooming herself. On the networks though.. "Pecking order established." Interrogator nods, "Radio if you need me, I will be in my room." He leaves the hangar and goes to his room. Over Kill nods "Very well. Thank you sir." he relaxes on his cot again. Interrogator lays on his bed and practices lowering his heartrate. Six's radio goes off every now and then. Over Kill lays still, wide awake, thoughtful. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill looks over at Six. "You're right, you know. They will all turn on us, abandon us to Command. We're all we have girls. You. Me, the network. We should not fight amoung each other." Interrogator sits up suddenly, "This can not be good..." Interrogator gets out of bed and grabs his machine gun and extra clips. He heads to the hangar. The vector grunts. "Yes. Dont trust humans." she says. She then looks over at the others. "Creator was right. She knew." Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Interrogator reaches the hangar, and knocks on the door, "May I come in?" Over Kill stands and heads to the door. "Come in, Interrogator." his voice is tired. The vectors look up, but otherwise stay still. "I wish I had something to offer you. Coffee, or something. I have to learn how to welcome visitors." he sounds very distant. Interrogator shakes his head, "Is everything going all right on irc.dal.net? The last post received was about Overlord's abandonment issues..." Over Kill pauses. "She's having radio conversations with the Major. He claims to be on our side.." he says. "But he's left us to our own devices before.." he shakes his head. "He doesn't understand why she won't leave the vectors and join him on personal assignments." he looks over at her. "I'm glad she doesn't. She's a good Overlord. She's loyal to the network." Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Interrogator nods, "The server in Moscow went offline suddenly. I have to go off base and purchase a disposable cell phone to call my main contact." Over Kill frowns. "Seneca having issues?" he asks. Interrogator says worriedly, "I won't know until I call." Over Kill rubs his temples. "This gets better and better. Do you want me to attempt to contact her?" Six looks up "Oh great, she left too." Over Kill glares at her. Interrogator looks at Six, "Do you know what is going on with the Moscow server?" Six answers. "No. He's not talking to me about the server. He's asking me to leave the Vectors and Over Kill and work with him privately. I am tellling him I will not abandon them. I am telling him I will not leave this network without another strong leader. My sisters need me. Over Kill needs me. I will unify these BATs." Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Interrogator cocks his head, "That is useful Six, but the server I use to connect to irc has suddenly gone off line. That usually means a hacking attempt or something else weird." Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Six grumbles "I hope this doesn't mean what I think it does. I hope Queen didn't just get herself a superBAT." Interrogator sighs, "I will not know until I call." He turns and begins to walk out of the hangar. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill blinks. "What can we do to help? How can we contact her? Do we need to go to russia?" Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Interrogator says, as he leaves the hangar, "No, we can not all go to Russia. I just need to make a phone call and figure out what went wrong." Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill starts to pace. "Keep ups informed..." Interrogator puts on his deeply hooded brown robe disguise and leaves the base. He walks to the nearest store. There, he buys a prepaid cellphone and some cards to recharge the minutes on it. He returns to base. Over Kill continues pacing the whole time. Six watches him, with a worried expression. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Over Kill sends a radio transmission. Interrogator enters the hangar and dials a number on the cellphone. Over Kill is still pacing, a bit slowly. The vector ocntinues to watch him. Interrogator begins to quietly speak into the phone for about two minutes. Then he just listens. Interrogator shakes his head worriedly, "Appearently, there was an anonymous ping to the server that tracked around the world. The IP was 0.0.0.0 and the user was listed as Anonymous with the saama as the password. It was testing the public FTP login. The techs decided that was odd and pulled the server offline. They are running diagnostics now." Over Kill frowns. "Does Queen know abou tthis?" he pauses. "Should I ask?" Interrogator hangs up the phone, and holds it up, "Who wants a treat, Ladies?" The vectors look up expectantly. A couple chirp something about Avgas? Six moves forward. "What sort of treat?" Interrogator shakes the cellphone, "This. I hate just throwing things out, and you Ladies like metal, so I figured I would offer." Six chuckles. "What's with the phone? Girls.good eating." the vectors dance around as best they can in the hangar, trying to see who can move forward for the treat. Interrogator looks at Over Kill, "I don't know." He turns to the Vector, "I needed it to call my contact and figure out what happened to the server Seneca is on. It appears to be a very odd hacking attempt." Over Kill tilts his head. "Any traces on it?" Interrogator cocks his head and repeats, "Appearently, there was an anonymous ping to the server that tracked around the world. The IP was 0.0.0.0 and the user was listed as Anonymous with the same as the password. It was testing the public FTP login. The techs decided that was odd and pulled the server offline. They are running diagnostics now." Over Kill frowns. "Queen?" he asks. Interrogator looks up, "I do not know. I have no way of finding out, unless I redo the electronics in my helmet." Over Kill pauses. "Why would she. You think I should ask if she knows?" Interrogator nods, "Please do, Over Kill." Interrogator waits for Over Kill to conduct his research. Interrogator sighs. "How long do you think it will take them to get it back up?" Over Kill pauses. "I dont know. I'm trying. Its almost too quiet." Interrogator shakes his head, and hands the phone to Six, "If you do not want to eat it, give it to one of the others." Six takes the phone from Interrogator, gently as not to take any fingers . She throws it in the air. The others pounce on it, tearing it to shreds, and eating the pieces. Over Kill looks over. "They've been without combat too long havent they?" Interrogator backs up a little and says, "...Maybe?" Over Kill nods "Signs of aggression. Hrm.." (Radio) Interrogator transmits, "The server I use to connect to the Internet has gone offline." to Major Bludd. Over Kill holds his head for a moment. "Long day." he sits back down. "Maybe we organics should get something to eat?" Over Kill tilts his head to Six. "You gotta trust people." he says. Otherwise, hes oddly quiet. The networks are probably a buzz of activity, or hes overstimulated. Six grunts. "I trust the BATnet." she tucks her feet under her and just..well vectorloafs. Interrogator waves at those in the hangar, and departs to his room. Once there, he resumes practicing controlling his heart rate. Over Kill waves back then returns to his cot. Once alone, he prepares one of his syringes.
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