Mission Simpossible - Part 1
It is time for
*DRUM ROLL PLEASE*
Another "We are at Lark's so we are doing a drunken co-write!"
*and the crowd goes wild*
This drunken co-write is brought to you by: leilia, docnerd, rosefyre, and peasant007, the number 23, and the letter X.
*\o/*
Zane Devereaux walked into the music store and glanced at the clerk behind the counter, a small smile on his lips.
The man yawned and cracked his gum. "Whatcha lookin' for, dude?"
"I'd like the 8-track recording of Wright's Opus in a Bathroom."
"That's a pile of shit, man, you should try Humble's Llama Lovers."
Zane steepled his hands. "I already have that one. Do you have the eight track or should I go to Mortimer's Music and More?"
The clerk sighed and rummaged around under the counter and pulled out a square box. "Here you go, dude. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Do you have any place I can listen to this?"
The clerk waved vaguely over his shoulder. "Back there. You break anything you pay for it."
"Thanks." Zane weaved through the store toward the listening room. He opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door securely behind him. Sitting down on the rickety wooden chair, he opened up the box holding the 8-track. He pulled out the cartridge and shook his head, someone higher up than him had a twisted sense of humor. He inserted the 8-track into the player and sat back to listen.
"Hello Zane. Congratulations on your promotion." Zane recognized the voice on the recording as Rhys Fitzhugh. "For your first mission, should you choose to accept it, we have a bit of a clusterfuck. A rogue terrorist group calling themselves The Apocaborg have been slowly inserting themselves around the multiverse. It has come to the SMF's attention that they plan to set off a nuclear device strong enough to affect the entire multiverse sending the whole thing into an apocalypse. This is a threat to showers and woohoo everywhere. You will have your choice of operatives. And as always if you should fail, the secretary will deny any knowledge of you and your team. Good Luck, Zane. And you'd better succeed, I don't want my woohoo interrupted." Zane could almost hear the fauxhawk. The recording concluded, "This tape will self destruct in 5 seconds."
Zane pulled out the mission dossier and slipped it into one of his jacket pockets. From the old machine, a noxious white smoke started to rise into the air as the cartridge self-destructed. Stifling the urge to cough, he opened the door and stepped out into the rest of the shop.
From the counter, the clerk called out. "Hey! You're paying for that."
Zane pulled out his wallet and extracted a few twenties. "Sorry for the mess," he said, steepling his hands. Then walked out of the shop and into the hot summer day.
~*~
Back at his secure SMF apartment, Zane pulled out the personnel files of the operatives he had available for the mission. As he flipped through the headshots and snapshots he noted that Spider Jerusalem and Max weren't among the choices. He stopped at the grinning face of Yakko Warner and read the sim's file. Master of disguise, access to hammerspace, good at distractions, plus it helped that Zane liked him. The file went into the keep pile. Cecil Goodytwoshoes and Frank Austen's files were quickly set into the reject pile, he didn't need a rules stickler or a philanderer on this mission. He considered Jenny Penguino for a few moments before also setting her file into the reject pile as well. Her skill set did not fit the mission parameters. Then he happened across Archie Vetinari's packet. Good in a fight, irresistable to simselves, oddly hot. Considering that the Apocaborg was mostly made up of female simselves, Archie could be his secret weapon.
Now he just needed someone to be the cover. Someone who could ingratiate themselves into the organization. Someone who came from an apocalypse. Lilah Whedon's file captured his attention. She was perfect. She was the heiress in her apocalypse and now she was the heiress to the Whedon Hotel Enterprises Group. It would be expected for her to have an entourage. Zane could act as her personal assistant, Archie could act as the role of bodyguard (and occasional lover), and Yakko...well, they'd figure something out for Yakko.
~*~
*DRUM ROLL PLEASE*
Another "We are at Lark's so we are doing a drunken co-write!"
*and the crowd goes wild*
This drunken co-write is brought to you by: leilia, docnerd, rosefyre, and peasant007, the number 23, and the letter X.
*\o/*
Zane Devereaux walked into the music store and glanced at the clerk behind the counter, a small smile on his lips.
The man yawned and cracked his gum. "Whatcha lookin' for, dude?"
"I'd like the 8-track recording of Wright's Opus in a Bathroom."
"That's a pile of shit, man, you should try Humble's Llama Lovers."
Zane steepled his hands. "I already have that one. Do you have the eight track or should I go to Mortimer's Music and More?"
The clerk sighed and rummaged around under the counter and pulled out a square box. "Here you go, dude. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Do you have any place I can listen to this?"
The clerk waved vaguely over his shoulder. "Back there. You break anything you pay for it."
"Thanks." Zane weaved through the store toward the listening room. He opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door securely behind him. Sitting down on the rickety wooden chair, he opened up the box holding the 8-track. He pulled out the cartridge and shook his head, someone higher up than him had a twisted sense of humor. He inserted the 8-track into the player and sat back to listen.
"Hello Zane. Congratulations on your promotion." Zane recognized the voice on the recording as Rhys Fitzhugh. "For your first mission, should you choose to accept it, we have a bit of a clusterfuck. A rogue terrorist group calling themselves The Apocaborg have been slowly inserting themselves around the multiverse. It has come to the SMF's attention that they plan to set off a nuclear device strong enough to affect the entire multiverse sending the whole thing into an apocalypse. This is a threat to showers and woohoo everywhere. You will have your choice of operatives. And as always if you should fail, the secretary will deny any knowledge of you and your team. Good Luck, Zane. And you'd better succeed, I don't want my woohoo interrupted." Zane could almost hear the fauxhawk. The recording concluded, "This tape will self destruct in 5 seconds."
Zane pulled out the mission dossier and slipped it into one of his jacket pockets. From the old machine, a noxious white smoke started to rise into the air as the cartridge self-destructed. Stifling the urge to cough, he opened the door and stepped out into the rest of the shop.
From the counter, the clerk called out. "Hey! You're paying for that."
Zane pulled out his wallet and extracted a few twenties. "Sorry for the mess," he said, steepling his hands. Then walked out of the shop and into the hot summer day.
~*~
Back at his secure SMF apartment, Zane pulled out the personnel files of the operatives he had available for the mission. As he flipped through the headshots and snapshots he noted that Spider Jerusalem and Max weren't among the choices. He stopped at the grinning face of Yakko Warner and read the sim's file. Master of disguise, access to hammerspace, good at distractions, plus it helped that Zane liked him. The file went into the keep pile. Cecil Goodytwoshoes and Frank Austen's files were quickly set into the reject pile, he didn't need a rules stickler or a philanderer on this mission. He considered Jenny Penguino for a few moments before also setting her file into the reject pile as well. Her skill set did not fit the mission parameters. Then he happened across Archie Vetinari's packet. Good in a fight, irresistable to simselves, oddly hot. Considering that the Apocaborg was mostly made up of female simselves, Archie could be his secret weapon.
Now he just needed someone to be the cover. Someone who could ingratiate themselves into the organization. Someone who came from an apocalypse. Lilah Whedon's file captured his attention. She was perfect. She was the heiress in her apocalypse and now she was the heiress to the Whedon Hotel Enterprises Group. It would be expected for her to have an entourage. Zane could act as her personal assistant, Archie could act as the role of bodyguard (and occasional lover), and Yakko...well, they'd figure something out for Yakko.
~*~