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"Quickly quickly, in here!" 182 grouched, dragging the little eel into a room lit by computer screens. This was his personal lab, equipped with several computers and strange machines as well as a wall of security monitors. They fed from cameras all around the grounds, and some of the commotion could be seen on them. He left the door open, assuming the boy that had been running at him was following willingly. Slinging Roule into a seat, he shuffled over toward the main computer terminal, quickly ticking in a record of what he had been doing. Though he may not have seemed like it, 182 was actually a brilliant engineeer, having designed a few of the tanks for the eggs himself. More often he was spacy than on track, but when he did get and idea he made it work, no matter how strange. It was obvious that the lab belonged to him, mainly because of all of the newspaper and magazine clippings that claimed alien existance, as well as a large collection of locks on the door. The floor and all of the surfaces were coated in scraps of foil, old documents, and torn paper bags. It might have looked strange, but this was his home away from home.

The bull slammed himself right into the wall, staggaring back as stars and bursts of various colors errupted into his vision. He had knocked into one of the desks, sending whatever had been on top either jarring a bit or slamming, fluttering, or rolling onto the ground, "Tarnation y'all's a tough bag-monster."

He rubbed at the bruise on his head from the day before when he'd tried a simular stunt but out of pure curiosity.

Shaking his head out he looked around himself, "Ooh... y'all get to watch lot'sa movies I bet..." He snorted in disappointment, "Nothin' good on."

Ignoring the little eel's question, 182 went about flipping switches under the monitors, moving the cameras around. A few of them had audio, but none of the feed gave him any information. At least not anything he cared about. So the boss's girl was missing, bad for him but it had nothing to do with the invasion. That had to be what this whole mess was about. The aliens had landed and they didn't know what to do about it! Good thing he was prepared. Mumbling something about mind control and zombies, he shuffled over to the door and did up a few more locks. Now that that was done, he decided he might as well answer them. "They're all doomed, that's what. But we're safe in here, don't you worry." He chided, then struck a weird pose, "I, am D-tech 182, engineer extraordinaire!" Alright, so he was a few sticks short of a bundle, he tried?

"Yer cracked." Cody said flatly, looking over the strange paper bag monster. Maybe he wasn't dangerous- but he was insane and quite frankly, Cody had better things to be doing in his mind, "I wanna get out... lemme out or I'll beat'cha up good." He snorted, pawing at the ground with his hoof.

Sure the man was bigger and older, but he didn't look all that impressive. The room was little enough, there'd be no where to hide. Even desks and bookshelves could be knocked over. He had lost interest in the other child who also seemed completely obvlivious to him.

"Hnng..." Was 182's only real answer to Cody. He was too busy watching the monitors. Things had changed, and as he fiddled with the controls the pictures seemed to change. One particularly large monitor held a shot of the sky, but not the normal sky. It was magnified and the screen had arrows and strange notes scribbled all over it. After shuffling through a mess of papers on the floor, not much different than the current appearance of the desk Cody had knocked over, he straightend up quickly. "What do you need..." He mumbled, then grabbed hold of an old box, "Ah!" When he produced the apparent treasure, which turned out to only be two paper bags with scribbling and bits of foil all over them, he placed a smile. One bag, he tossed at Roule, and the other, he wandered over and dropped onto one of Cody's horns. "These will keep you safe from Them. Now go home, warn your family, before you get abducted too!"

"Ne.." muttered the boy, watching the bull attempt to bust his way out. Wouldn't that hurt his head? Besides, the door was big.. and reinforced steel. Smiling slightly, the weasel paused and looked over at the bagman. Was he releasing them? Catching the small bag, Roule peered inside, muling over the contents. What was in here that he had to give to Ma? Nothing looked quite interesting in the bag anyways. He wondered what was wrong, but shouldered the brown bag anyways. Looking expectantly at the man, he chorused cheerfully, "Don't you have the keys?"