Allistair gingerly opened the driver's car door. He shrugged the pairs of eyes scrutinizing his moves from behind thick, paneled glass, the presence at the lobby foyer. The afternoon anouncement issued by the Superintendent of Schools, Allistiar Lorne, had come twenty minutes earlier than Hawk's routine announcement. It seemed that the student's Principle was caught in illegal circumstances around one thirty involving two kids inside his offices and was discovered by faculty, whom reported the authorities. School would be closed for two days to let the incident pass.
The Commissar slouched in the driver's seat. He unbuckled his PET and hooked it round the review mirror, hands shedding his gloves, his fingers working the ignition. At one point he stifled an issued pistol back inside his glovecompartment, the weapon used in the Blueprint Raid.....
"-and so when we get to the Waterworks, I suggest you all put on your boots." Sir Grave instructed. He neared Mar in his wake, and greeted him. "Hello, how's your NetNavi?"
"Not a fan of water huh?" Slash spoke up as Shadow walked up to the group, "Little water never hurt anyone, besides we won't have to worry about getting wet."
"I wouldn't guarantee that," Shadow lifted the PET to his face, "You tick me off enough and I might just throw you into one of those water tanks." He started laughing as Slash began screaming at him.
*Elsewhere*
"Great." A shaded man said as he stared at the group, "Guess they picked today for one of their stupid fieldtrips." He picked up his PET, a large version colored almost all blue, with black grips and a gray border around the screen, "This'll make our job more difficult."
"Douse, look at those two. The ones near the teacher."
The operator, Douse, looked towards the front of the group near the teacher, "So? What about 'em?"
"Those are the ones involved in the hypnon incident. With the cybeast programs." His navi brought up a survilance picture of the two, taken during the hypno accident, to confirm it.
"You're right, good job Hydroman." Douse resecurred his PET and looked back at the group, "Well, that just made this little thing more interesting.
Mar looked on PyroMan smiling a bit, then back on Shadow, "Let's say that when we had to repair the shower back at home it wasn't exactly his day," Mar grinned a bit.
The figure sitting on the comfy business chair smoked yet again, dialing a new call to another of his workers. "Yamaki? Ah- as I expected. I've got a job for you... but you'll need to contact Allistair to retrieve this packcage, you won't be able to make Kane do this job alone. I'm sending the specifications of the location you must go to. Allistair shall be open in some hours... Go there with him and get rid of the Security, then flood the base and plant a Virtual Area for you and him to advance in Synchronization Mode, afterwards... go directly to retrieve the New Navi Booster Program Dr. Jue designed. Don't fail me."
Not a simple answer was heard, only the reciever of the call, hanging his PET.....
"-lucky they developed these new water-proof PETs, don't you think?" Sir Grave nonchalantly tapped his PET strapped on his shoulder.
"DO YOU MIND!? I'm a nocturnal program! My shift starts in seven more hours!! Stupid skeletal freak-" Wulvern's electronic voice growled.
"I was worried for a second." PyroMan responded from his PET with an asured tone.
"Well, I doubt this will be any trouble then, just staying out of cyberworld for this trip and you won't have to be afraid of anything." Mar told his Navi.
"Who said I was afraid?" PyroMan folded his arms and stood firmly.
"Careful! There's a JellyFish virus on your back!"
"GAH!" PyroMan gasped and widened his eyes, then turned around in fear, but found nothing. "DON'T DO THAT!"
Mar chuckled as they kept walking together. He then eyed Sir Grave and smiled once. "I didn't have time to ask, but what kind of Navi is yours Mr. Grave?"
Allistair pulled aside the closet shutter. He stood back and marveled at his wife's extensive tastes for all the seasons, their swath of shoes in neat, house-wife fasion, and the rack of work clothes behind them. His hand pushed his wife's Calico Blazer aside, a small remembrance of their first honeymoon in the tiny Jamaican Isle. The feeling dragged him to look at her still asleep, unfathomed sadness tugging his face. Someday they'll return to those islands.
Sitting on the dresser, Auspex bussed about his early morning routine. 'How can you take so much time to dress? I don't see Christine wasting an hour to put on a frilly shirt.'
"It's not frilly, its ornamental." The NetOp replied. "And I always wear the shirts she buys for me."
'Didn't you return half of those?"
"No."
'Yes you did. I remember that banana shirt-' Allistair threw a discarded shirt over his PET, knocking it and the shirt to the floor. 'Uh huh. You wear those all the time.'
In another thrity minutes, Allistair Lorne chose his wardrobe. He vested black long pants with grey leggings pulleed over them, his hands sanding down the wrinkle creases around the ankle. He wore a Riot Vest with shallow, teflon pallets and swept his stormcoat over that. Picking up his PET, Commissar Allistair Lorne kissed Christine Lorne on the head and made for the front door, clipping his pistol to his belt bandolier.
A mail soon reached Allistair's PET, the document announcing:
Good job on deploying Hawk, he's done for now. I've got a new mission for you Commissar Lorne.
Dr. Jue has developed a new confidential program for boosting NetNavis, we need you to steal it from the Security Base in Netopia. Your old teammate Yamaki and his Navi Kane have been notified of this as well, we know this mission is impossible to clear alone, so we need you two to retrieve this 'packcage' together. The specifications and orders to follow in this job are attached and detailed in the message.
The Meeting Spot will be Walsh's Cafe in Netopia's main city. Good luck, don't dare to fail.
"A very rude one." Sir Grave yawned and stretched.
A small spark of electricity jolted out from the PET.
"Ouch, that stung." Sir Grave said boredly.
"-Your teacher is a maniacal pervert and a deranged pedophile wanted in 12 states!! BE WARNED!! -Oh- And I'm a wood/break type Pet, and I'm a wolf because HE'S also a Zoophile!! Call the cops! Be safe!!" Wulvern growled from the PET.