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[Xenobia]

*rolls eyes*

002: Men. Worse then men. Double-oh agents.

*Goes over to examine the bra from Asiaq*

002: Gotta admit, it is nice looking. *feels the lining, then pulls her hand back when her hand starts to burn* Hmmm. I don't think I am supposed to be getting a rash from this.

*Looks at all closed doors*

002: Sorry G, you are the man on duty.

-- Xenobia

[Joyce Carrington]

009 to 004: Did you just hear that?

004: What?

009: I believe someone left the room.

004: Darling, I am offended that you pay attention to that while we were...

009: Oh, please stop that. You are in no position to complain.

004: Well, I agree with that...

009: I just hear things, okay? Should we check it out?

[Matt O'S oo4]

*Joyce kisses him very deeply*

004: You know, I don't mind waiting...

009 smiles: Now, where were we?

004: Wing it, my dear.

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce awakes after a surprisingly good hour+ nap feeling somewhat refreshed. Grabs the second Guinness from ice bucket and goes back into suite. Notices the rash on 002's hand. Grabs anti-toxin from briefcase and gives her a quick shot*

Sorry about that. I hit myself with one when I got back in. *notices the bikini top* What do you think?

*pauses as he hears rythmic wood creaking noise and something bumping against the adjoining rooms wall*

That would be Matt & Joyce...It will only get louder and faster you know. *smiles and pulls out gear bag from closet lighting a cigarette*

[Mr. Clue]

CLUE:

A transmission comes in to 003 from the U.S. Coast Guard.

Report: Shipping traffic over the last 72 hours would be what we would classify as normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

[Xenobia]

*002 smiles at Bryce*

002: Thanks for the shot. Well, at least we know that they definately wanted you to have this so you would get sick from it.

*notices Bryce's palm pilot going off*

002: Maybe that's the lab telling you what just got me?

*Bryce reads the message, and then holds up the palm pilot to show Xenobia the message. It's what Mr. Clue said.*

002: OK...so let's go with my original thought. The boat is on Asiaq's property. Maybe it is back there right now....or at least there is some trace of its size and the fuel it takes.

003: That's not much to go on.

002: Q's had less to go on and gotten right. I'd say let's head for the cabin.

*At this point, things get a bit more noisy in 004's room. Bryce and Xen smile knowingly.*

002: Alright, we have one of three options. 1) We wait for them to finish, and then we tell them its time to go. 2) We bring new meaning to the phrase coitus interruptus, or my personal favorite,

*Xenobia gets real close and smiles devilishly*

002: We go make some noise of our own.

-- Xenobia

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce offers his grin of denial*

If you're that horny, go wake up 008. I've got to check my gear, and they do know there's work to be done.

Besides that, I have no desire to be skinned by a certain kitty from the Emerald Isle.

*Bryce lights a cigarette and starts tossing various equipment out of his field bag. Pause. Then calls the Coast Guard base"

003: Commander Powell please....Commander John Bryce RNVR...Yes...the same one you picked up earlier. Thanks. *takes a drag on smoke* Commander? Yes. Fine, thanks. Question for you...I received the report from you on the shipping activity....Any chance you could fax over a list of what "normally" is cruising about..Specifically any small private cabin cruisers that could negotiate any of the smaller rivers and inslets...That's just the problem, I don't...But I'll know it if I see it...Get my drift - no pun intended. Thanks. Here's my hotel fax number and that's direct to my room, no need for a cover sheet.*rattles off digits* Many thanks...Oh, did the chopper crew get the two cases of brew I ordered from your PX? Good. Thank those lads again for me. I appreciated the lift.

*an audible and mutual moan is heard from the next room and the creaking stops*

*smiling* Ah, Bang on time. Good show.

*goes back to checking gear*

[Xenobia]

*Xenobia stands over 003 and waits for him to look up. He doesn't.*

002: What do you know? Despite the antics of John and Matt, Commander Bryce does know the meaning of self-restraint. Congratulations. Try applying it more often, and you might get somewhere in the SIS.

*Nods toward the door*

002: All go let those two know where the next show is.

*Gets the door, turns around, and offers one last line*

002: For the record...I only like men of honor.

-- Xenobia

[Bryce (003)]

*Grabs SAS blacks and heads into bedroom along with pullover, turtleneck, fatigue pants and boots*

[Genrewriter]

*008 exits his room, fully dressed and armed.*

003: how did-?

008: I bugged the entire floor and put motion sensors under the doors.

*003 raises an eyebrow.*

008: Hey, I was nearly drowned in a freakin' elevator today. You can understand how I might be a bit paranoid, right?

003: Yeah, totally.

008: Thank you.

*008 sighs and knocks on Matt and Joyce's door.*

008: Hey, lovebirds. We're on the move.

003: Very subtle.

*008 shrugs and adjusts his belt slightly.*

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce emerges dressed for business. Throws on holster over turtleneck and attaches extra clips to harness. Selects two 10 inch tactical batons and a wicked looking bulky dagger which he places in ankle sheath. Puts pullover on over all this and checks that everything can be reached. Grabs belt with several compartments and fastens it on. Fits sub-vocal earpiece in left ear and checks night-vision goggles. Lastly, he takes a silenced HK MP-5 out along with belt pouch containing five additional clips. Works action on the HK and thumbs on the safety*

Matt! Joyce! Get you sexually satisfied butts out here!

*reaches back into bag, removes flask, checks contents, takes a swig and places it in pouch on his belt*

Now that's properly equipped. Let's set watches. 0125 in 3-2-1 MARK.

[Genrewriter]

008: Check.

*008 loads up with a PPK, three throwing knives and takes a few extra clips. He glances over as 009 and 004 come out of the bedroom.*

003: Through yet?

*Matt nods wearily.*

008: Next time, try the Cliff Notes version of the Kama Sutra.

*002 and 003 chuckle lightly as they continue to prepare. 008 puts his subvocal in his right ear and takes a small M9-32 machine pistol out of his bag, loading it and placing several spare clips in his bag.*

003: Sure you have enough?

008: Be prepared, my friend. That's the Boy Scout motto.

*008 smiles at 002 and closes up his bag.*

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce smiles*

"Cliff Notes version of the Kama Sutra"...That's funny.

*pats 008 on the back*

[Genrewriter]

Quite useful if one is stopping off for a quick one en route.

[Joyce Carrington]

009 (annoyed): Okay, you've had your fun.

003: So have you.

*009 gives him a look*

003: Everyone set? Let's go!

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce looks at Joyce. Walks over to her slowly and places a hand on her shoulder*

003: My Dear?

009: Yes?

003: (whispers in her ear) You're only wearing a bra and panties. Go put on your gear.

*Joyce looks herself over - yup - excuses herself and runs into bathroom slamming the door*

009: Damn! That's the third time I've done that.

*Starts throwing on her commando gear*

[Genrewriter]

*003 and 008 share a look.*

003 and 008: Sure.

*004 sighs and stands in front of the door.*

004: Wankers.

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 emerges from the bathroom*

009: Better now?

008: Um... you're wearing that backw-

003: YOU LOOK GREAT!

*003 winks at 008*

[Bryce (003)]

*008 & 003 look at each other, shrug and back to 004*

008/003: And?

[Matt O'S oo4]

?

[Joyce Carrington]

*009 takes his hand*

009: Come on, darling. We need to get our cars started.

(to 002, 003 and 008) You want to get there by air or across the water? Your choice.

[Matt O'S oo4]

Okay.

The lady has posed the question.

What do we all feel is the best course to take?

[Mr. Clue]

CLUE:

003 receives an email from Lt. Frankel of the U.S. Coast Guard.

Mr. Bryce,
Commander Powell has asked me to send a note that he is sorry for the delay in the report you asked from him, but currently the Commander is dealing with a helicopter crash in the waters near Port Heiden.

[Genrewriter]

*003 checks his PDA as it starts beeping. He reads the email from Lt. Frankel.*

003: Damn. Have a look at this.

*008 and the others look at the message.*

009: Port Heiden is the place to start, I guess.

002: We'll need some sort of transportation.

008: I know of someone who can help us out with that. Head for the docks, I'm going to make a quick phone call.*

*008 takes out his phone and dials.*

008: 008 here, go to scrambler 4....Q Branch, please.

[Bond111]

Meanwhile...

Under the cover of night Rex silently creeps into 111's hotel room and attaches a silencer to his pistol. He fires four times into 111's body, and walks over to the body to make sure that 111 is really dead....

[Matt O'S oo4]

Meanwhile back at MI6 headquarters M has learned how to juggle.

[Rich Douglas]

000.... Texas region reporting in..

*looks at watch* sorry Im late.

I know what you're up to Cat, you will soon be stopped.

*IPAQ starts beeping on table*

000

[00Kevin]

Rex steps close to the bed and thrusts the covers off


he is haunted by what he sees





what does he see?

Nothing, just pillows with bullet holes.

stunned, he spins around in time to see 111 charging him with a big thick book

he jumps out of the way, but the book hits the gun, which falls from his hand

111 goes to grab the gun, but receives a sharp, painful kick to the stomach and is send toppeling to the wall, he spins around to see himself beat

Rex holds the gun at him, he grins, and pulls the....

CRASH!

the window shatters into peices

suddenly, Rex falls to the floor, knocked out, there is a dart in his neck

111 grabs the gun and goes to the window

no one, there is no one in sight

he goes to Rex, there is a slip of paper rolled around the dart, it's a note:

111,

He is knocked out for a good 3 hours, take him to MI6, have the best agents interragate him, this may be the key to finding tha Cat

God Speed,
00Kevin

PS. Don't worry, I've been watching your back, and I don't intend to stop

"00Kevin!?!?!?! I havn't heard from him for awhile!" 111 blurts out, he checks out the window again, but again there is nothing

suddenly, the door swings open and a large man rushes in

111 spins around and aims the gun at him, he is a large man....in an undershirt and....uh.....pokedot boxers? what the heck?

it is the manager

111 lowers the gun

Manager: "what the H%$$ happened here? why is the window smashed? and why is this man on the floor?"

111 looks at the window, and at Rex, then turns his head back to the manager "Lack of Oxygen I guess" he grins, and begins draging the body...

[Bryce (003)]

*Bryce contemplates the message from USCG*

I smell fish......Red-Herring to be exact....(sly grin) and cat's do like fish.

I'll wait for word from Powell on the chopper crash. Let's hit the cabin as planned.

*Bryce spins around laptop and hits a few keys. A topographical map complete with GPS notations displays the wooded area and Asiaq's cabin*

A little five-card-draw, and we're all wild.....*looks to 008 and 004* "Bangkok Rules" only if required. *winks*

Now, here's the deal.....

[Bryce (003)]

*During the next 30 minutes, Bryce handles the plan among the group better than a CNN press briefing on Desert Storm. All check their gear*

Two hours later....

0400

*003 takes his position near the cabin. a mic-click on his sub-vocal informs him that the others have taken their stance as well*

003: (looks over cabin from 100 yards via nitefinder goggles) Talk radio. You're on the air. Tonight's subject - Pets and properly taking CARE of them. Perimeter one..Clear...So far. *thumbs safety off on MP5 and takes SAS flash-bang from belt* Any takers?