I call on the resting soul of Galileo, king of night vision, king of insight...

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor has been in the sewers for a few days now. He'll continue to be down there until he's sorted out what's wrong, because... well, because it's the Doctor, and he's not good at giving up on a problem if he thinks he can sort it out. He is, at the moment, wandering down a tunnel lit only by some sort of phosphorescent fungus, sonic

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[akablackkitty]

Marshall chews on his bottom lip and nods slowly, his brain working in several different directions, going through lists of things that he might have been able to whip up in his lab to counter this, but the problem is lack of government funding and materials.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, wincing a little. "Theoretically, and I might be just full of hot air, because these guys? They're super-competent and for all I know they've got the technology to blow everything we throw at 'em out of the water, but, anyway, if the teleports operate on a-a specific frequency, you could jam it, but that sounds way too easy to be effective and probably is."

Of course, for all he knows, they don't operate on frequency at all. Marshall's not used to there being problems he can't solve somehow.

"And running the CCTV tape of them coming in through an infrared filter to- to get a handle on the specific heat signature of the teleport to feed into the security system won't work for advanced warning, since the alarms would only go off when they're actually in the building.... Well, unless we set up the security system to lock down the section of the building they're in as soon as it picks up the teleport's heat signature, but, uh, if they teleported into say, Sam's office again, we just locked Sam in with two dangerous criminals with guns and, well... Bang."

Marshall's face falls a little at the last.

[techniclybrill]

Tosh nods, a little dejected, but that's mixed with just a little pleasure at actually having someone to talk to who can actually... talk to her about them instead of just nod and smile. Or not, as the case may sometimes be. "That was more or less my line of thought, unfortunately. If we blocked them, it wouldn't be much more than a last resort - they'd probably be able to break through anything we did unless I actually threw them out, and we wouldn't know if it worked until it was too late."

She pauses a moment, chewing her lower lip, and then brightens a little. "If I got us the frequencies, do you think you could help me work out a tracking system? I can track them myself, but I can't always be doing that, and I might not be around when we need it." Still, the signals and frequencies their wristbands give off are very distinctive to someone like Tosh, and if they could develop a system to pick up those signals and track them... well, it couldn't hurt.

[akablackkitty]

Marshall brightens, himself. Having someone to talk geek shop with? A very good thing, indeed.

"Yeah!" He responds, far more gleefully than was probably necessary. He coughs a little and chuckles waving a hand a bit to cover up his overenthusiasm. "I mean, yeah, of course." Oh yeah, he's cool. "No problem."

Of course, there's the off-chance that Hart and Thane could figure out what they're doing and kill them all, but it's their best option and there's also a chance that it might work, and really, Marshall does not have time to be paranoid right now.

[techniclybrill]

She grins at him. There is no need to control your geekish glee with Tosh, Marshall. She's right there with you. Even when you are constructing a system to track two insane Time Agents who might kill you if they find out.

"I'd have to go out and pick some things up... You could come with me if you wanted?"

[akablackkitty]

If at all possible, Marshall's smile brightens just a little more. "I'd like that, yeah."

This is why there really should be more than one op technician in an organization. Sure, it might not be necessary, but geeks get lonely too and having people to flail at is conductive to an excellent work enviroment.

Or so goes Marshall's logic.