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[a1enzo]

"Okay, I'm gonna use CORO to attack FTRIC," says Enzo, pushing two units along a line on the map. The random number generators click out the attack values.

The visit is now well into its second... second, and there's only so much you can do to keep yourself occupied around the house. Enzo has dug out some old circuit board games; they've already played Pixelnary, and now they're on RISC.

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"Wha-?"

She jerks upright, or tries to at least. Sure, she's straightening, but doing so very slowly.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"AndrAIa!" Matrix roars.

He takes aim at the two binomes, taking a couple potshots as he zoomed towards them.

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"What'd you do?" Ray demands as he goes into a dive. None of them thought he'd need a weapon, and he's beginning to regret that decision, but he's more than ready to bust some heads.

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Even the strongest of men have their share of weaknesses, and this one of Matrix's is well known. The binomes tug AndrAIa off her zipboard and hold her between them and Matrix - more to the point, between them and Gun.

"Ve haff improved upon an old device, meine Herren," Herr Doktor says smugly. "Perhaps Matrix remembers it, zough it vas much larger at ze time."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix stops firing and comes to a stop. He grits his teeth in anger as he looks down at the two binomes.

He sees the device a little better now, and after a few moments, realizes what it is.

"The leech command," he says.

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"Very good, mein Herr!" He releases his grip on AndrAIa to clap sarcastically. "I haff refined it a great deal over ze hours. Ze memory drain iss quite effective for ze size of ze package, I sink you vill find."

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You're a fragging idiot, AndrAIa... 'Surrre, let's trust the virals...' wait a nano... what if... ah!

Sure enough, slowly yet surely, she manges to shift and start flexing her hands.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix sees an opening when Herr Doktor releases AndrAIa, and rushes forward at full speed, with every intent of beating the binome to a pulp.

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"Matrix, wait!" Ray yelps, seeing all too clearly what's coming.

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The doktor utters a faint shriek and backs away, hands up.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix doesn't listen.

...When has Matrix ever listened?

He lunges once more at the Doktor, grabbing him by the shoulders.

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And behind him, the neglected Bunnyfoot smacks another mini-leech onto... the highest part of Matrix he can reach.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Aw, frag.

Well, if that ain't embarrassing...

He tries to turn to grab Bunnyfoot...only to find himself moving muuuuuch slooooower.

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The 'panicking' Doktor relaxes immediately and claps his assistant on a lopsided shoulder. "Danke, Kaninchenfuß, vell done. I sink he vill be vaiting a great deal from now on, yes?"

From doorways and alleys, the departed neovirals begin to saunter back in, laughing dirtily at their lagged foes.

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Ray's all in favour of risky endeavours, they spice life up heaps, but he's not suicidal and he's no drongo. If he swoops to the rescue, he'll end up in the same boat. Close combat is out of the question, and he doesn't have anything normally considered a weapon.

Doesn't mean he hasn't got a trick or two up his sleeve, though. A search engine's protocols include a number of essential exploration tools. Ray interlaces his fingers, stretches his hands, and starts outputting one of the most basic:

Light.

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Below, the binomes stop and stare at Ray, distracted, then cry out and cover their eyes and the light swells to blinding.

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The Websurfr's 'goggles' protect against bright light, and a wide variety of other things as well - a very useful program feature, which more than makes up for the fact that they don't come off.

Even through them, his eyes hurt.

No time to stand around blinking, though, even if he could. He opens a vidwindow to the PO. "Mouse! We've got trouble, love. You'd better send a squad 'round pronto."

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"On it," she says, tapping a button on the console to open another VidWindow. "Alpha squad! Trouble in G-prime. I'm sendin' y'all the coordinates. Ray, I'll patch ya in to the squad commander. Tell us what's goin' on."

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The no-nonsense binome in the new window squints in the glare. "You're telling me that gang of lowlifes is actually putting up a fight?" she demands.

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"'Fraid so," says Ray, dimming the lights a bit. "Looks like the biscuit boys are in charge, and they've got themselves a new toy."

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Below, some of the binomes begin to recover their sight. "Do not chust stand zere!" Herr Doktor cries. "Do somesing!"

Bunnyfoot grunts, palms another command, and heaves it skyward. He's got a surprisingly good arm (having been made from quality parts, even if their assembly left something to be desired).

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"They modded an old leech command," Ray continues. "It's small, but it packs a wallop. Sucks the memmooorrrryyyy rrrriiiightt... oooohhhh, tthhoooosssse ddiiiippssssttiiiicckkssss!"

On the bottom of his surfbaud, the leech chugs away.

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"Aw, frag! Ray! Get outta there, fast as you can!" Which is not, admittedly, going to be all that fast.

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"Thheeeyyy'lll ccaaattchh uuupp," Ray tells her as quickly as possible. "Ooothheeerrrsss ooonnn ggrrrouunnndd. Hhuuurrrryyy."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Try an' get yer armor up. Maybe that'll shake it off. An' you!" she snaps at the binome in the VidWindow, "get that squad movin'!"

Mouse turns on her heel and strides to the door. "Rest of you, take over. Stay on high alert. I'm goin' to the scene m'self." Her Ship has some special shielding that a leech command might not stick to.