4.04: Enzo's Overwrite Delivery Service - for all your armament needs!

[a1enzo]

The Matrices' upstairs hall closet creaks slowly open, and Enzo pokes his head out. Seeing the coast to be clear, he opens it fully and emerges, looking around with mounting distress. The walls, the floor, the furniture are all patched with pulsing green light-veins.

He listens carefully. No one home. Didn't think there would be, but good. He beckons at the open doorway behind him.

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[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"I see it."

He saw what was going on around and on top of it, too, even if it was from a distance.

[nofileext]

The sub-sphere atop the Principal Office is open, revealing a ring of small Tears. In the center of the ring is Bob (whose skin is covered with pulsing green veins) and a small pink-skinned girl. One by one, Bob stabilizes the Tears into portals; one by one, the girl touches each portal, spreading something that makes them glow with a greenish tint.

Bob flickers and cringes in pain; the girl holds up a hand to steady him, and they continue.

[a1enzo]

"Bob!" cries Enzo, leaning forward. "We gotta stop him she's making him use his powers and he's gonna..."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny immediately yanked Enzo closer and clamped a hand over his mouth, having them fall back a bit, down towards the principal office so they weren't in exactly the same space in the air, waiting for a moment to make sure she didn't hear him yell.

"Ssh."

If she heard that, they were in trouble. It wasn't exactly like it would be lost on the wind. There wasn't any.

He just hoped they were high enough up and that she was too busy to hear it.

[nofileext]

The girl shows no signs of having heard them. Yet.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Oh good. Good.

Danny zoomed down, through the domed roof of the Principal Office. Fortunately, the hallway they wound up in was empty, and Danny let go of Enzo's mouth.

"I know you're scared for Bob, Enzo, but you know what we have to do to save him, and it's what we have to do to save everyone. We can't take her on. Not yet."

[a1enzo]

Enzo squeezes his eyes shut instinctively, though his vision remains. "She's gonna kill him."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Not if we bring in everyone and stop her first."

He looked around, then briefly had them both go visible.

"Point in the direction of the armory, and remember, walls don't matter. I just need the direction."

[a1enzo]

Enzo stares around. "I'm not even sure where we are."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Nuts.

"Okay. Let's move around a bit until you can figure it out."

He made them go invisible again.

"Pick a direction."

[a1enzo]

"This way," with an accompanying tug.

The soundtrack begins playing a slightly-altered-to-avoid-infringement version of the Mission: Impossible theme.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Dun dun dun dun DUN.

They went up hallways, quietly and carefully, but quickly. As quickly as possible. By foot though. Danny was trying to save his energy by not flying. All this staying invisible was taxing.

[a1enzo]

DUN DUN dun dun DUN DUN dun dun DUN!

As they go, they pass a number of green-uniformed binomes, strolling the corridors in the same happy daze as all the others, and press their backs to the wall in classic fashion to avoid bumping into anyone.

Finally, Enzo hisses: "I know this bit! C'mon!" He drags on Danny's arm and rushes off down an intersecting hall, then another. At last they reach a heavy, riveted door. "In here."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

And they went through the door.

"Okay. What are we looking for here?"

He shrugged his white gear-backpack off so he could fill it with whatever fit.

[a1enzo]

The Mainframe Armoury contains some major hardware (except it's software! Whoa, Zen!), up to and including several ginormous exoskeleton suits. Enzo, however, heads for a section of racks holding what look like shortswords, except instead of blades, they've got these... long, thin cylindrical things. Above them on the wall, further racks contain an array of wide-muzzled handguns.

"Filelockers."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

The gun ones he could fit in his bag and he did fit as many as possible. The sword ones he managed to strap a couple to the backpack where he usually strapped the Fenton thermos.

"Icons. You said earlier we might need one or two just in case the system won't recognize one of the people sending in Avatars instead of being digitized. Where do we get those?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo grimaces. "I dunno where they keep 'em... but I think Phong's usually got some in his drawer."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Where's that?" he asked, shrugging the backpack back on.

[a1enzo]

Enzo grabs an armful of stun sabres.

"In his stomach."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"...Theeen we have a slight problem. Can't you think of anywhere else they might be? Does he have some kind of office...in the Principal Office?"

[a1enzo]

"Yeah, but I don't think he keeps stuff there. It's just sofas and swirly lamps and things."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Dammit. Dammitdammitdammit.

"Where do you think he is right now?"

[a1enzo]

"He was in outside the P.O. with everyone before..." says Enzo, shuffling his filelockers into a better grip.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny inhaled deeply.

"Okay, here's how we're going to do this..."