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Brian grinned, as he walked back to his room, where the relative small backup-nanites formed a spinning black sphere over his bed. He grinned, and flipped his laptop open. He would not stop to consider moral motives, or uch things as right or wrong. This was something he wanted badly.
He went over the specs of the normal injection things, as he computed every inch of Information he had about the guy. Ex cop, good guy, superiors puppy..... he grinned as he changed the specifications. The injection thing now looked like a fingerless glove, where the needle was hidden, and a G-Shock with various extras such as wireless lan and bluetooth-compatibility, that also hid two highpressure compressed air tanks and a same size tank for two doses of an injection fluid. Grinning, he padded himself on the shoulder, and went over to the design of the chemical he would use.
Chemistry had never been the issue for him. while some others had just develloped to blow flour into a candle and create a particle explosion, he had, at the slim age of eight, develloped the neccesary equipment to produce Crystal meth. Off course, just for scientific purposes, such as mixing it in the school bullies candy just before the "Totally random Computerized drugtest". He had somehow heard that the guy now was in some mental institute, because he said that he ha been sharing his candy with his peeps, and had beaten up the younger students for candy money. Somehow, the word crystal meth never came up. What a pitty. He grinned, and remembered what nice effect the diploma in industrial chemistry had on his carear at the Yakuzza and the seoulpa. He secretly wished the guy much thanks that had invented computerized institutes. With a little fake ID, it had been possible to not only gain various diplomas at Medcine, but also corporate law, Computer technology, bionics and physics. Nobody dared to discriminate a midget with a very rare condition.
He found the base chemical in the californian patent database. Basically, it consisted of customized molecules, that took other minerals of a specific form, and reassembled them so that it basically became one chemical, that when in comtact with bare skin basically was sucked up after seconds. The ideal tool for such a job.
He quickly gained root access to the machines, and changed the patent files so that the pending project now was already accpted. Someone with that much evil genius needed a kind of hug.
He grinned, cracked his fingers, and made a note to buy some stock of that particular firm, before the project hit the open market.
The second addition was very simple. basically, it was a tranquillizer purely for medical purposes. He grinned as he red the specifics. From his limited knowledge, it seemed like the researchers had convineantly forgotten to mention that this configuration of molecules caused not only complete paralyzation after what appeared to be fainting, but at full consiousness. In the afterphase, The subject seemed to be unable to say anything but the truth. He grinned, as he released a few dozen of his best viri into the hospitals database. Of course, nothing would function for a few days, except the stuff that was neccesary for the emergency patients. He giggled, and drank the coffe freshly out of the can. They would regret to have downsized the security-department to one person to maximise the profits. He also hacked the database of the nurse-aspirants, and copied their personal informations for the system administrator with a brief note apologizing for the inconvineance, and explaining how to remove his creations. After all, it was a different domain, and it was allways best to leave a present for the alpha-geek.
He leaned back, and watched his screen emitting a faint green glow, as his creations rotated on the screen. The watch with the injector. The transport poison as a collection of molecules. The truth-serum. he grinned, and pressed enter, watching his creations working their way through the net to the nanites, who swarmed out to search the neccessary molecules. He was sure that the guy would reject to not have told him voluntarily.
He leaned back, lit himself a cigar, and grinned about the fact that just the nanites he had stolen would help him be a wealthy, if not extremly wealthy man on the black market. But, he pondered as he watched the first nanites return, he coud allways take the nanites and just leave. but Mishaps Mercs just provided him with free fun, which was much more valuable to him.

Azora walked perfectly calm, dodging the people here and there, as if she could see them. She walked up to one, hearing someone inside brandishing a broadsword. She walked into the front door and asked for the best sword there. The owner showed her something, but the handle was loose and the steel was dull. "This can hardly be called a bad knife, if you think you can trick me into buying this junk then I will take myself else where."

15 minutes later. she walked out of the sword shop, a long sword strapped to her back. The cloth crisscrossing handle gave it a cool look and was painted black. The sheath was black with a single red gem in the center of the black wood. She found her way to the Archduke after asking around quite a bit. "Um excuse me? Would this be the Archduke?" She shouted up to the old man.

Rai peered over at the stranger asking Xinrie something. MORE people.. It's going to be ages before he's actually taken seriously.. or really part of the Mishaps. No one knew Rai.. And Rai was pretty fine with that. Talking never was really his thing. Usually he would mess up and actually insult someone when he was trying to compliment... So Rai usually remained silent.

"..Err.." Something about everyone's gun made him feel weak. He just had a bow. Thinking about it, Rai realized he had never even held a gun before. Something inside him now, really made Rai want to try one out. But, His box was just as good, he thought.. With the special arrows his invented.. An archer is nothing with a bow. A bow is nothing without Arrows. Thinking about arrows, Rai named mentally all the ones he had... Explosion, Freezing, Fire, Distractions, Climbing, Silver, Some arrows just touching the tip made your finger bleed... even firework ones... And many more.

"Afternoon." The winged Teen stared up at the newcomer with slight interest. Here was someone he was positive he hadn't even glimpsed before unlike ht eohters in the organization. His greyed wings twitched slightly. "Commander Rindell's office is just down the hall from here...but I think it'd be right if we found out who you were first...I'd be Ike...and the bookworm there would be Captian Stalker of Squadron Null."

Xinrie glanced up at the other person for a moment, just to see if he was some sort of threat. Figuring he probably wasn't at the moment, she delved right back into her book.

Rai stared at Ike's wings now. Rai had always wondered how it felt to fly. Suddenly a Hawk fly into the mess hall, making alot of noise. Rai's eyes widened slightly. "Gawd.. Bad time Sam.." Rai twitched, and tried to grab her. Sam dodged, and started circling around Ike.

OoC: Sam. =D

"Yes, from other pirates. But to a greater extent, from the navy. The cargo this ship carries consists of rare metal ores, useful for the production of large artillery weapons and ship engines due to their extremely high melting point. Needless to say, they weren't purchased in the conventional sense of the word. This city is located in the country of Loreanis. The ores were stolen in Gilead, which shares a border with Loreanis. The two are in pretty tense diplomatic arguments almost all of the time though, and the navies won't help each other out. We have to go back into Gilead to get where we're going though, and you can pretty much expect an attack as soon as we cross the border. So, you're in charge of keeping the ores safe. I've got other measures up my sleeve, though, don't you worry. Now, about thos dimensions..." She closed her eye and, after a brief pause, began rattling off a litany of the ship's dimensions, detailed down to the position of the rigging.

Sam kept flying around Ike, till she landed firmly on Xinrie's book. The Hawk stared at Ike straight in the eye. "Sam!" Rai Had his glove on now. Sam jumped at Rai's raised voice. Rai never did raise his voice often. Sam kicked Xinrie's book as she tried to fly off it. Quickly back into flight, she landed on Rai's gloved hand. Rai blushed slightly, and muttered. "..Sorry." He quickly rant o his seat, and started talking to Sam.