Log:Wasp Venom, Scene 10

Wasp Venom 2013/09/12 	 Bee Yameen Regan Sasha Chandrika Allison

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Champions Mush - Thursday, September 12, 2013, 9:48 PM

Steel's Gym

''Inside the door is a spacious reception area. Directly opposite the entrance is a wide full length window of thick armor glass providing a gallery view into the workout area. To the east is a desk where gym staff check membership cards, schedule sessions and give out information. Next to the desk are vending machines selling snacks and chilled drinks and a jukebox. The west side of the reception area has a pair of old fashioned pinball machines and a holographic Hogan's Alley combat shooting game. Some framed Photographs, a Plaque, and the Gym Rules are hung on a wall beside the gallery window. ''

''The central area of the reception has a half dozen tables and chairs for members who are waiting for their booked session or discussing the outcome. A short flight of stairs leads down to the massive stainless steel door of the workout room as well as doors to the restrooms and changing rooms that are equipped with showers for freshening up after an exhausting practice. An arched opening provides access to the more conventional areas of the Gym, a weight training facility, the exercise room, and a heated swimming pool.''

As the doors open Regan looks up. "Hello Yameen. How are you?" She sets her beverage on the counter, regarding the new arrival with a soft smile. "And how can I be of assistance?"

Regan 

''Lustrous jet black hair is cut into a stylish bob, highlights of royal blue subtly shimmering as she moves, bouncing softly on her cheeks. Her skin is the colour of mist-veiled moonlight, pale and ethereal over a round, intelligent face still flush with the strength and promise of youth. High, full cheeks and soft, expressive lips hint at both the dazzling intensity of her smile and the dark and dangerous thunderclap of her temper, hovering for the moment somewhere in between. Above a fine, slightly upturned nose slate-grey eyes glitter mildly as they take in her surroundings. At 5'5" she is compactly built rather than statuesque, but her posture and bearing carry the languid, self-assurance and poise of an accomplished athlete. ''

''A magenta linen tunic drapes loosely around her form, clasped at her slender waist by a black patent leather belt. It is intricately patterned with a network of midnight black tendrils and though rather loose seems carefully tailored. It flares slightly over her hips to stop mid-thigh, its sleeves coming to a few inches above her wrists, and is very loose around the neck, occasionally threatening to fall from her shoulder. ''

''A black skirt of some heavy fabric falls to mid-calf where it meets the top of a pair of black satin and leather boots. The skirt's piping and pleats are of an eye-catching scarlet silk that shimmers with every graceful movement. She wears a minimum of makeup, a pair of black opal earstuds, an intricately worked necklace of amber, and a gold bangle on her left wrist. ''

Yameen 

''This figure is feminine and petite, though few other details are readily apparent. A black and gray patterned headscarf covers most of her hair, leaving only a few raven strands exposed. The same scarf is also folded across her nose and mouth, leaving only her brown eyes exposed. ''

''The remainder of her clothing speaks of militant activity. A simple black shirt snugly covers her lean frame, tucked into a pair of camouflage patterned pants with a number of cargo pockets. The belt that holds them up also bears numerous small knives. Pairs of gloves and boots complete the ensemble, both in black leather. ''

Bee follows a short distance behind Yameen in the door. When she arrives, she pauses just inside the door to look about, is if not quite certain what she wants to do first.

"I am well enough," Yameen answers as she approaches the counter, "all things considered. The recent days have been calm."

Regan tilts her head to regard Bee pausing just inside the door. She pauses for a moment. "I make it a policy to never stand in front of plate glass for an extended period and certainly not with my back to it." she comments smoothly. "But then a lot of people are a lot tougher than I am."

Bee smiles and walks over to Regan. "It helps to be wearing a backpack containing several pounds of machinery," she says lightly. "Much better than getting hit here," she adds, touching the honeybee tattoo on her chest. "I'm thinking about another costume redesign that will involve covering this. "

Sasha wanders into the gym smelling strongly of cloves and coffee. The coffee scent is most likely from the large wet stain on Sasha's shirt and pants. A disgruntled look sits upon the youth's face.

Regan's eyes flicker to the doorway as it opens again. "Sasha!" She seems unusually enthusiastic. "How are you? Have you met Yameen and Bee?" She gestures to both of the women in turn.

Sasha nods to the two women that Regan indicates. "It is a pleasure to meet you, madame," he says to Yameen in a thick Russian accent. To Bee, he murmurs, "Is Rashmika OK? She has not responded to a call I left for her. And hello."

Bee says, "She was a little rattled when she found that threatening letter in her apartment and has been lying low - I believe staying with some friends. It is likely she simply turned her phone off."

Sasha looks relieved at Bee's prnouncement. "Ah good. I am concerned." HIs attentin turns to Regan. "And how are you, Regan. It had been a while since I have seen you about."

Regan nods firmly. "Im very well thank you Sasha, do you need a fresh shirt. We have some in stock from promotional exercises." After a moment she continues. "Someone came to threaten me in person, so I feel very special. Is there any chance I can see that note Bee?"

Bee nods and produces both the note and a four inch long nail that has been sharpened on both ends from one of her belt pouches. "Locally sold paper, printed on an ink-jet printer. No fingerprints on anything."

Sasha grins slightly. "I was just going to go slip into my workout kit. But I would love a free shirt."

The note says, "An attack on Zu is an attack on Colonial Bay. An eye for an eye. Retribution awaits."

Sasha slips into the changing rooms while the, ahem, womenfolk talk. He comes out a few minutes later dressed in his workout kit.

The sharp eyes may note that his hair is slightly damp as if he quickly nipped into the showers.

Regan reads the note and smiles, shaking her head. "I should have crippled him." She announces after a moment. On Sasha's return Regan turn s to a cupboard behind the counter to retrieve a plastic wrapped steel gym promotional T-shirt with a picture of Gemini fighting Silver Spider on the front.

Bee pulls out six more notes and arranges them until it is obvious four of them were printed on the same piece of paper and cut with scissors into quarters. "Assuming there were eight notes originally, I don't know what happened to the other two."

Sasha takes the shirt out of its wrapper and looks at the image. "Ah, one of my favorties metas. The twins," he murmurs softly. He drops the plastic into a waste bin and drapes the shirt over his arm.

"This is interesting." Regan comments as she assesses the notes. "Do you know who Rewind is?"

Bee shakes her head, "No clue. Why? Is that who is behind these notes?"

Sasha quite openly listens to the two of you talk. His gaze from one to the other of you as each speaks.

"His name has come up as the leader of the group our adversary has assembled, I'm guessing they've got a teleporter... with a broken wrist." Regan's lips quirk slightly. "He had an unfortunate training accident when he visited."

Bee smiles a bit evilly, "So he threatened you in person? Before or after spikes started imbedding themselves in tabletops?"

Sasha continues to listen quietly.

I'm not sure, when did the spikes start appearing?" Regan asks. "She lifts her voice. "Database search: meta-human designation Rewind, meta-human designation Penetrator, teleporters using sharpened nails as weapons." A series of three holographic screens flicker into existence to display the results.

Bee says, "Penetrator? The Zu superhero? He's not a do-gooder on par with Diamont, but most people in Zu consider Penetrator to be an opponent of corruption; if more than a bit heavy-handed about it. A vigilante, if you will."

Regan blinks. "A hero? And he calls himself Penetrator?" She shakes her head. "What does his power set consist of?" She lifts her voice again. "Image of visitor PNG 7" An image flickers up of the man who came to the gym. "This man threatened to harm my fiancee." She looks to Bee. "I should not have gone so easy on him."

Sasha looks at the image of Penetrator then glances at Regan. "Congratualtions on the engagement. Have you set a date?" His tone is light but it does not fully reach his eyes. "And it seems foolish to threaten someone like you in any case. Stupid is more like it. What if you backslid after all?"

Bee says, "His #1 trait is penetrating security systems. He threatens somebody - usually a corrupt government official and they have a hard time getting away from him. If he does it by teleporting, he has some sensory powers too because I've never heard of him having the line of sight problems that I do. Also, Rashmika said she didn't see him when he threw that spike in her table. Given that his usual opponents are the government in his own country, he's a bit big on mystery. What led you to believe he could teleport?"

"A surprising number of people think of me as a gym manager rather than anything special." Regan shrugs. "It's the kind of stupid I can quite appreciate." She turns to Bee. "He tried to activate a power that I got the impression he thought would take him to safety. From context I believe it was teleportation. I could always be wrong, maybe he was trying toturn insubstantial."

Sasha shrugs slightly. "Do you know the source of his powers, Regan? Anything obvious." He then grins. "This is so cool. Metahuman intrigue. It will drive up the value of memorabilia."

Bee says, "Well, capture him and you will have some Zu officials lining up to promise you money. Getting them to pay may be another matter."

"His eyes flashed green." She says simply. "Whatever it was didn't work. I can't really see the hero element. Heroes don't threaten innocent civilians. Or at least not by my understanding. Then again he seemed somewhat betrayed to learn that he was not safe while delivering sinister threats."

Sasha shrugs. "I doubt any, well few, Zu officials could be consdiered innocent Regan. The entire country is just a front for VIPER after all, no?" He rubs his chin. "I wonder if it did not work becasue you do not fit the criteria for his powers ie actually an innocent in his powers eyes. Does that make sense?"

Bee says, "Now there's a thought: was Robin Hood actually a hero or just less of a villian than his opposition?"

Regan shakes her head. "I think it was more because I blocked his chi flow that the power didn't work. It's a new technique I've been working on. Part of the long term fall out of fighting Mister Rapentap."

Sasha shudders at that name.

Chandrika slips in at the end of the day, carrying a briefcase and a small melon. She pads over to Regan with a light grin. "Hey!" She says with a light grin on her face. "I have no idea what this melon tastes like, but I paid forty dollars for it. I think it must have been grown on Mars or something."

Regan, Bee, and Sasha are clustered in a group near the desk. Images of a man float in the air around Regan.

Regan stands in conversation with Bee and Sasha. "Since Repentap first did the insubstantial thing on me I've been developing my chi manipulation to the level where I can do a lot of really spectacular things. Chi blockage on a lot of people is just annoying more than anything, but it kept this guy good and immobile." She beams as Chadrika moves into view. I was reading a medieval joke yesterday about a kid whose great aspiration was to be a melon so that people would smell his backside."

Chandrika blinks. "That is absolutely awful." Her eyes flick over the image. "Who is this guy, anyway? And does it involve client confidentiality?"

Bee says, "Zu vigilante visiting Colonial Bay and threatening violence."

Chandrika raises an eyebrow. "Really? Where is he now?"

Sasha listens quietly as the three beautiful women talk.

Regan says, "He threatened you, and several employees of HIVE Inc. his cognomen is Penetrator." She shakes her head. "I kid you not.""

Bee shrugs, "I've never met him."

Chandrika nods. "Well, I'd like to know, since apparently this person threatened my life. I think that's fair."

Sasha nods slightly. "I think it is really fair. I would like to know as well. All I do know is that Regan may have broken his wrist."

"It was a training accident." She clarifies for insurance purposes. "I think he can teleport or turn desolid, he's really good at sneaking in to places. I have no idea where he is now, though apparently they're focused on retaliating against an attack on Stellenbosch university with an attack on ours and HIVE personnel. It's not very clear."

Chandrika shakes her head. "That can be fixed in less than 24 hours. This guy is backed by a government. He's hardly off the reservation, and they have the same kinds of regenerative technologies as twenty first century superheroes."

Chandrika thinks. o O (They have no idea what they've done. This is war.)

Chandrika nods. "Well, who are his allies. Any idea?"

Sasha murmurs, "Actually, he targets Zu government officials so I do not think he has their backing."

Chandrika nods. "That's ridiculous? Zu has terrorists? And why threaten me? I have a lot of beef with Zu Nation. My father disappeared there. That's like killing your golden goose."

"So let's take a step backward." Regan starts. "What seems to have happened is that Evil Hive executive chick, Kagiso Adamini has assembled a team of meta-humans and has informed them that we from Colonial Bay are planning to strike at Zu, perhaps as specifically as Stellenbosch University, that bit is a little confused. Anyway, so ome of the teeam may well be mercenaries, some of them might be well intentioned. In neither case should we necessarily assume that they're agents of the Zu Nation, it's possible that they are and that they have been mind-controlled in some fashion. But that's not yet supported by data."

Chandrika blinks. "So disable the executive and convince her that resource management, namely keeping her head, is better than unleashing a team of supervillains."

Chandrika adds "And I assume she's in Zu Nation?"

Regan nods. "I think that any effective move against her will activate the team she has assembled in Colonial Bay. She is relying on that disincentive to buy herself some time to prepare defense in depth. I'm not to keen to talk in detail about an intended course of action while Bee is in the room for reasons that have already been discussed. She seems to be able to teleport between here and Zu with some facility."

Chandrika nods. o O (They can't kill me here if I'm in Zu beating her face in.)

Chandrika raises an eyebrow. "Teleportation and all that, too? Really? I don't know why these people threatened me. That was actually the dumbest thing they could do."

Regan stands talking with Chandrika and Bee. "I think" she begins tentatively. "they're used to dealing with people who are in general more easily cowed. They obviously expected this to work, and don't seem to have considered their tactical situation in a lot of detail."

Chandrika shrugs. "Look. I'm an attorney. I'm not afraid of a bunch of weirdoes. This is like coming to the one person who might be able to keep you out of prison here and saying "Excuse me. You must die now.""

Chandrika thinks. o O (They have to know who I am. They've worked hard and now they've found out.)

Stepping out from the workout room where she was running her new upgrades through their paces, and working really hard to get used to them, Allison is in workout clothes, lightweight sweatpants, tanktop, (both quite sweaty) and with a towel around her neck. As she steps out into the main area, she grabs a bottle of water from a machine and listens for a moment while taking a few long gulps. "In my opinion, many times... people resort to threats because they -are- afraid and the defensive reaction causes them to react in a way that they wouldn't react if they were thinking about it more intelligently." There's a pause and she inclines her head before asking, "What are we discussing by the way?"

Chandrika blinks. "Oh, the threats on my life by people from Zu Nation. Again!" Chandrika rolls her eyes.

Regan looks to the young woman emerging from the simulation room. "Hey Allison, have you met my faincee Chandrika? And you probably know Bee already."

Chandrika nods. "We should do something about that fiancee thing. Have a big wedding and some sort of honeymoon."

Regan nods. "that's a very good idea, but we should probably schedule it after the Zu agents issuing death threats are removed a s a potential problem. Either that or include body armour with the wedding invitations."

Chandrika nods. "No kidding. Wedding invitations are expensive these days. Body armor is a lot more expensive, though."

"Well, I'd rule out a honeymoon in Zu at the very least. If you want, I could put together a list of more agreeable locations... like maybe the swamps of Mississippi?" asks Allison in a jesting tone of voice. But she smiles to Bee and nods her way before stepping forward, wiping a hand off on the towel and offering it to Chandrika. I mean, gotta get sweat off before offering to shake hands, "Any friend of Regan's... yadda yadda." she adds with a grin. She's gained some self confidence of late it seems.

Chandrika smiles and extends a hand. "I'm Chandrika. Superhuman specialist attorney. You would think I would get a better reception than yadda, but I'll take it." She shakes firmly.

"So for Allison's benefit I shall re-state the situation. Evil Bee from Zu has put together a team of meta-humans with orders to retaliate against targets in Colonial Bay should we make any move against her interests in Zu. This team may be comprised of dupes, mercenaries, mind controlled drones or agents of Zu Nation. It's difficult to tell. We know one of the notable members is called Rewind and another is called Penetrator." She points to a photo of a sharp-faced man with dark her. "When last seen he was sprting a freshly broken wrist from a tragic training mishap. Whereabouts currently unknown."

Chandrika turns to Regan. "You might want to assume that this "Rewind" fixed it. That would indicate that he's proficient with undoing things temporally, possibly injuries."

Inclining her head towards Regan after firmly shaking Chandrika's hand... (it should be noted, Allison takes great care to -focus- on the handshake. After all, she's just basically quadrupled her strength in the last few days and doesn't want to crush the hand by accident...) she shrugs and says, "That gives us a handful of options. One of which is.. don't get caught or spotted. Also, I would very much love to get into any network they've been using for... any reason." she offers. <> she thinks.  .. <>

Regan nods. "Certainly possible, even if Rewind can't that someone else in the team can." As Bee absents herself to use the gym's facilities Regan turns back to the others. "This is a tactic by Evil Bee to buy time, it's not meant to stop our response but to slow it down. I suspect she may be trying to weaponise or Mass Produce the honey that HIVE uses. Or she's going to use it to create a network of loyal, industrious, minions with a shared mental link. My instinct is to ignore the team here and strike quickly and decisively in Zu."

Chandrika nods. "The honey has to be destroyed. This is like psycho-crack. From a purely legal perspective, this stuff should be illegal. The human species should not be hardwired into the brain of an alien race. This constitutes illegal genetic experimentation, coercion, kidnapping, and desecration of human remains at the point of death. All of these are crimes."

Regan brings up another holographic display. "This is the vault Hive uses to provide favourable life support conditions for their senior managers. It's produced by Lockheed Martin." She brings up a visual of a sun-drenched bay. "This is Sandalha, home of the South African military academy. They ordered one of these units not too long ago. These things require significant infrastructure, a reinforced floor, water, electricity, air filtration and exchange. You can't just drop them anywhere. What we need to do is find out where they've installed this unit."

"Well, as I said... what are the chances of inserting someone they don't know... into Zu?" asks Allison. "I'd be willing to go undercover and do some research on site. It's not like they would have a clue about anything I'm involved in." she offers with a bit of a shrug. "For that matter, let me go to Lockheed MArtin and see if I can get the actual schematics of the vault?"

Chandrika nods. "That would be a good idea, since this is my head on the line, here. What you really need to do is examine Lockheed-Martin's shipping manifests, which should be open to the public. The facility won't be mass transported, it's too large. You have to ship the components and actually build it."

"But, the problem is, the details of those parts won't be public. They could've shipped those parts intermixed with any number of other parts to other items of their design. We need someone to get access to their internal network. With or without a warrant or whatnot." She grins a bit and shrugs, "As Regan here might be aware, I have a.... -way- with computers and networks. Plus I have a friend who helps me quite a bit."

"The specific schematics we can get from HIVE, they have every interest in full and frank cooperation." She nodsto Allison. "YIt's about the size of a large safe and they are shipped preconstructed. We know that at least one of Evil Bee's allies, a charming individual by the name of the Creep, accessed the official HIVE facility by turning insubstantial and walking through the wall."

Chandrika blinks. "Really? The Creep? How many of these insubstantial people do they have at their disposal?"

Regan shrugs. "Don't know." She answers succinctly. "We do know Evil Bee has been seen here in Colonial Bay and has teleported away. I suspect she splits her time between here and Zu. My suggestion is that we target the academy, access their systems and get data on what they've done with this thing. That will be our target. I suggest that in addition to Allison we send a mentalist and someone who can provide muscle, or several someones." She blinks, shaking her head. "Chandrika, you're well known to the opposition and it's possible you're already under surveillance. You can't go."

Chandrika rolls her eyes. "I wasn't planning on it. Do I look like I have superpowers?"

"But.. as an attorney, you could help by doing very public and very drawn out legal proceedings, filing suits for their threats or the like..." offers Allison. "Make them look your way... maybe get a superhero bodyguard while you do it, but if they are focused on you, they are -not- looking at us. At least... that's a classic strategy that an advisor is telling me we could try."

"No, but that won't stop you trying to rip Johannesburg apart brick by brick when you get angry. I've seen you in action remember." Regan comments. "Porter came across a mentalist who helped him out the other day, I'll try recruiting the, Porter also may well be under surveillance so the team I construct will have to use some alternative talent." She nods. "That's a very good suggestion, take something you know of your opponent and turn it into a weakness.

Chandrika thinks. o O (I don't want them looking my way. I want to finish this.)

Chandrika nods once. "Look, suing these people isn't going to do anything. What I can do is mount a class-action lawsuit on the part of the people of the world against Hive Company. The thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth amendments of the US Constitution specifically prohibit slavery, which, since they collect all minds that die in the hive, they are actually doing. Since slavery's illegal, they have to answer this, or disband their corporation while they all do long prison terms."

Chandrika says, "And the worst part is that the slavery is permanent. There is no escape once the body dies."

"Look, I'm not a lawyer. I just meant legal action of some sort... any sort, that could bog them down in court, and make them divert resources and attention that way while we get in and handle things on the ground." offers Allison... -almost- rolling her eyes. "so, when do I go in and get into their network?"

Chandrika says, "This gets the most media attention. Every religious nutjob, racially motivated minorty, and media group will suddenly become their worst nightmare. Their websites will fill up with angry mail, their customers will become irate, and their human resources department will go nuts. Simply answering the charges will take up a major part of their time and money.""

Regan says, "There are a a couple of people who can make the trip pretty quickly, and one or two others who can even transport a group..." Regan trails off and looks to Chandrika. "Slavery involves legal ownership of another person which is not at issue. HIVE is not attempting to assert legal right of ownership over any individual You have been retained as HIVE's counsel and to turn around and sue them on the basis of information they gave you under privilege will not get very far."

Chandrika says, "No, I've been retained as Bee's counsel. At no point did she actually retain me under the corporate banner. I have to do what's best for my client."

Chandrika adds. "How do they not legally own the person's mind? The moment the link is made, everything in their brain becomes part and parcel of the company. And even after their body die, that is fully retained by the company."

"I was thinking... under the radar. You know... come up with a reason to be there, and travel in a civilian manner. There's a reason why I used the specific materials I used for the... stuff." says Allison, cutting her words short all of a sudden. She listens to nothing and then nods, "Right, I could be promoting the Temple-OS, trying to approach the company to get them to upgrade to my OS for their business use. In fact... as long as I'm going there, I could do that for -real-. I'd love to get more folks using it."

Chandrika nods. "Inserting a dataworm into their system isn't nice, but it's effective, and gives access to their search engine, not to mention the fact that we can track where Evil Bee goes."

"Oh, I am not using anything quite so primitive as a data worm." offers Allison with a knowing grin.

"Bee is unlikely to give her permission, without her permission you will need to have her declared non compos mentis, which is going to take some doing. My suggestion is we deal with Evil Bee first and HIVE later..." Regan nods to Allison. "That's very cunning though you may raise red flags once you announce yourself as a native of Colonial Bay or they look up that little titbit on google." She chews her bottom lip. "Worthy of consideration however."

Chandrika nods. "There's also a third option. Find Penetrator, get him to give up his boss. Apparently he doesn't respond well to being maimed, so we need to find one of his allies who does."

"I'm a student at CBSU, sure. But I'm on record as actually being the developer of the TempleOS. It's a totally legitimate idea." There's a pause and she looks to Chandrika, "Speaking of which... you don't find yourself in need of an OS upgrade for your work, do you? I -generally- give away the OS and then charge for software specifically designed to work with it, and for tech support on it."

Regan nods. "There will be two teams. The one we send to Zu and the one that stays in the Bay. Team one finds Evil Bee and kidnapped executive, team two neutralises Retaliation team. If team two finds information leading to Evil Bee team one will be on the ground to execute. But we don't wait, that's what our opponent wants and whatever your opponent wants you take away."

Chandrika shakes her head. "You're going to laugh. Everything I do with a pencil. And paper. When people try to download my files, which happens fairly often, they fail. I have a computer, but it's not connected to anything. All of my serious client information uses backdated tech that no one uses anymore. It's highly effective."

Grinning, Allison nods and adds, "Then you -are- in need of an upgrade. Even for your offline systems. Trust me... the Temple OS is far more user friendly than anything you've got running right now. For example... the interface is hands on, and holographic." she says as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a small tablet she's modified. It's her demo model actually. Pressing the power button, the display doesn't so much light up, as project a display into the air where she starts manipulating the interface there. "Of course, it's just as simple to turn that off to give yourself more privacy. Also, I've got a variation where it projects so directly to lenses of a visor or glasses so to speak."

The gym on the other hand has a great deal of software on non-critical systems. I'd be more than willing to trial TempleOS for those." Regan tilts her head. "the simulation room is a separate system and it's got specific machines and software 'm not about to interfere with that."

Nodding, Regan grins. "I know, I helped you upgrade those systems in there, remember?" she asks.

Chandrika blinks. "I don't need a holographic interface. I need an interface that isn't accessible by every cyberpath, hacker, and super-scientist who can easily wave their hands, use their superpowers, and steal my client information."

Chandrika says, "Most of my clients are superbeings."

"And you think that I haven't thought of that?" asks Allison. This time she -does- roll her eyes. "I mean, this is just for your personal, offline use. You said you -do- have an offline computer system. I'm just offering a way to make it more user friendly for -you- to use. Trust me, it's plenty secure."

Chandrika nods. "I'd have to test it. I don't know how you'd protect it against a super-powered assailant who can interface with it, but that I'd actually like to see in operation."

"Well, there's no way to make a computer that a cyberpath just plain -can't- manipulate. I -do- have one that's far more difficult for one to mess with sure. But... " she shrugs, "That's my personal model and I don't think I could... or even should... replicate it."

Chandrika nods. "Well, you probably shouldn't. I should probably review it. But the thing is, I have a lot of clients who are way too interested in my other clients. Unfortunately for them, most of them can't speed-read."

"There are security protocols based on polarised photons where the polarisation is ruined if someone looks at it except for the authorised user. there the emphasis is on the ambiguity of quantum statses being destroyed by examination." Regan offers. "So, anyway, I suggest that with Allsion, a mentalist and some muscle we should be able to get some traction reasonably quickly while the team that Bee knows about stays in Colonial Bay providing plenty of colour and movement while they hunt down Rewind and friends."

Changing mental gears, Ally looks towards Regan and nods, "I can do a bit of the muscle thing too, but not really at the same time you know. And if I'm forced to do so, it'll blow several layers of cover."

Regan nods, her lips pursing and her eyes narrowing. "You simply can't walk in the front door. They'll immediately be onto you. Bee knows who you are and what you can do. There's every chance Evil Bee does too. You're going to have to sneak."

Chandrikanods. "Subtlety is good," She offers. "But you might want to consider a light bending field. Don't worry too much about socializing with them. Socialization is your enemy, because it gives the corporation information about you."

"Which suggests that the team should be taken to Zu extra-legally. Marathon, Liam, Allison can get there in quick time. Liam can open a portal and that might be most convenient, though I would suggest not unleashing Liam in Zu, he will get himself stabbed or arrested within thirty seconds." Regan obsevres.

Chandrika nods. "It's a good plan," She offers. "But I have to get to bed."

"Okay, so use'im as a taxicab, but he stays here where you can sit on'im?" asks Allison. "I was also thinking about a stealth module for future use." she offers with a shrug, "I was hoping you might help me with possible testing Regan." And then she looks to Chandrika with a nod, "Good night, thanks for your aid in whatever we are doing."

Regan nods to Chandrika. "I'll be up soon. Yeah, Marathon seemed keen, so that leaves one spot up for grabs after you and the mentalist, maybe two. I'm considering Yameen or Forge as most likely."

"Forge is utterly reliable." offers Allison. "And he has courage and will to do what it takes... I can tell you that from personal experience. I would have zero issue trusting him with my life."