Lost

[Immortal Ghost]

Kali had already found a pen and was taking notes on a napkin, while sure she did stupid s**t this was past stupid, fully past stupid, and suicidal, because using people as toys was such a wise idea, really. To say Kalika was unhappy was an understatement, she'd never do something like this, sure she'd most likely get in trouble forever for randomly talking to immortals, but that was nothing compared to this s**t. "********, what to do now? About this s**t? Can track IPs to people, that's not too hard in truth."

 

[Immortal Ghost]

Luana was pretty much only a second behind him, she got out of the car, cut him a glance and entered the building, no pause, no care, well it looked like that, no, she was paying attention though. It seemed they were early or something along those lines if it were a trap so she took a seat, a booth near the back, away from a window but near enough that if it had to be an escape route it would be. From there she waited calmly, seeming to wait for a waitress.

 

[Vesta Shade]

Once everyone was seated and belted in Mat took off, following half the driving laws this time, because he doubted it would do good to get pulled over, besides who in the car had ID. "Oh s**t! I'm an idiot today! Dude did you have a wallet on ya?" He almost ran over a curb in his annoyance with himself, course he didn't remember till he was pulling into a parking spot at the Waffle House.  

[Immortal Ghost]

Phoenix hurried to get out of the car, between the fact sport cars were not meant for people with long legs in the back seat and she had seen Luana's car, she didn't even pay attention to the question that was asked of Adam. She ran into waffle house, not caring if people were staring, right to Luana and hugged her, still not caring if the woman was seated, at which point she broke into violent enough sobs that her whole frame shook.


To say Luana was started wasn't the half of it, but she hesitantly reacted, for once not too sure what to do, great Phoenix was alive, but she was crying. From everything she knew herself Phoenix did not cry, or hug people, this was, odd to say the lest, and a tip off that something was wrong. She scooted over on the bench to pull the younger immortal down so hopefully so many people wouldn't stare.

 

[Immortal Methos]

"You can try, if you know how," Joe said, "though I doubt they're using static IPs, and if I were them I'd have gotten the addresses using dummy accounts. Could take a while we don't have." He thought for a moment, then said, "Booth, check and see what you can find out in the personnel records about who Luana's Watcher Duard associated with."  

[Immortal Methos]

Adam exited the car considerably slower than Phoenix, surprised with the speed she had used to bolt into the Waffle House. "Must have seen someone she recognized," he said with a touch of envy. "Sorry, Mat, no wallet. I checked. It must have been in my coat I don't remember having -- or losing."

Toward the rear of the restaurant, standing by his T-Bird with his phone to his ear, MacLeod saw Phoenix jump from a sports car and run into the Waffle House. A moment later two young men got out of the front, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw one of them was Methos.

His step forward turned into a run, though, when a black van pulled up behind the Viper and disgorged several armed men. One of them grabbed Methos from behind around the neck and started to drag him back to the van while the others opened fire on Matthew.  

[Immortal Ghost]

"Even if that's the case it's federal law for all IPs to be recorded where they are used from, and for how long, there's no way around that, dummy accounts or not." For someone who came off as an egotistical b***h she at lest knew what she was talking about, "I can play with it though and see if I can find anything." Sure she doubted it, but if even one of them slipped up she'd be a happy camper.

Gunfire got Luana's attention, the petite woman gave an honest growl, "Come on." She literally pried herself away from Phoenix and got up, glancing out the window a bare second before cursing in german, old german and running for the door. She had practice running in a dress, it didn't slow her any, if Phoenix followed or not was not her concern a the moment.

Though several second behind Phoenix did follow, still slightly in tears, the only weapons she had on her was a long dagger, so she was keeping the hell out of the way. Why were there always guns?!

 

[Vesta Shade]

Mat really hadn't been expecting all of that to be honest and dropped, either dead or greatly injured, if it was the later he was pissed, if it was the former, well he would be pissed. Either way he was down for the moment, not for long though, turned out he wasn't dead, hurt yes, he stayed with his car blocking him, even as he went to rummage in his backseat given he hadn't even gotten the car door closed yet. He had things back there of use, he just had to find it, maybe it was under the seat?He didn't even notice Luana, nope, he was trying to not get shoot, and find something, his attention compleatly taken for now.  

[Geno Roads]

Geno smiled to himself. "Hello, Macleod. Do we have anything on Adam yet?" He asked, hoping the Scot had gotten some more information. His Mercedes pulled into a local restaurant, he shut off his car and waited for Macleods reply. Geno free hand moved over and made sure his blade was with when, when he was satisfied, he once again waited.  

[Gaston Marceau]

If any of these rogue gambling watchers intend to cheat with regards to Gaston, they'll have their work cut out for them. Once he finds out what's going on from MacLeod and the others...especially with the kidnapping of Methos...there's going to be hell to pay.

Heh...don't suppose his moniker in the betting pool is Ragin' Cajun? Doubtful, but it would amuse him at least.

Marceau was slightly more relaxed now that his MP3 playlist was being piped through the SR-71's comm system. Jim Byrnes had been followed by about twenty minutes of classic rock, some more blues, and a few random bits from the Battlestar Galactica soundtrack.

He was about halfway to Seacouver. Time to start thinking up a game plan.  

[Immortal Methos]

OOC: Sorry to be off all day -- nasty headache! sad

Joe shrugged. "Scoot aside, Booth," he said. "Let Kali take a shot at it."

Booth nodded, yielding the laptop to the older girl. "Knock yourself out," he said.  

[Immortal Methos]

Adam cried out as he struggled, anguished to see Mat go down on the other side of the car. He knew he'd seen blood spray from the younger man's body. In a motion that was so automatic it flowed like water, Adam pitched his assailant over his head and smashed him hard against the concrete.

He turned to leap behind the Viper with Matthew as some of the thugs opened fire on the two women charging them from the restaurant. Inside the lit building people were screaming and diving under tables. Another man grabbed Adam's arm, spinning him around and smashing his gun butt against the young man's temple.

MacLeod was in motion as Geno's voice came to him, but he couldn't waste time to answer. Instead he left the line open as he dropped the phone in his pocket, so Geno could hear everything. "Adam!!" he shouted, diving for cover as bullets started pinging around him as well.  

[Immortal Methos]

Gaston's code name is Major Disaster. blaugh  

[Immortal Ghost]

Kali gave a small smirk, hey she wasn't a person of many talents, normally she'd freely admit she got bored trying to learn something, computer hacking though, that was right up her ally. She gave a small cringe with typing given her shoulder, but it was her own fault for not taking the pain meds, pardon her for not wanting to be knocked out. She was already pulling up websites that looked to be all all encoded, not that it slowed her any really, "******** a duck I wish I had my computer." Would have made things easier, as it was she had to toy around a little, basically taking back doors through the programs. There was a lovely page that basically said if you weren't a fed agent your a** was going to jail for a long time, to which she ignored, always ignored that. It was only about five minutes later the screen flashed and pulled up a name and address in a list, the rest of the list was bullshit. With a smug smile, only dimmed by the fact her shoulder was throbbing now, she pulled back, "One person ******** up."

 

[Vesta Shade]

There was a curse from Mat, oddly because he found what he wanted, he knew he had a gun somewhere for bad times, he wasn't at all fond of the things, to loud, got too much attention. The way this was going though he figured attention wasn't a problem, he checked the clip, glad to see it was loaded before carefully peering through his car window. His poor car, that pissed him off more then being shoot, they ******** up his car, the s**t heads. Matthew took the half a second to aim, why not, for the person holding Adam, lets try for a head shot, and fired.