Log:Return of the Enemy Ace, Scene 2

Return of the Enemy Ace 2057/01/09 	 The Agent Victor 2

Victor gettings out his surgical tools for bullet retrival, "Vou know Agent...vour getting a bit to old for zis.."

The Agent sits on the examining couch, with his shirt off. Years and years for nicks scrapes and scars criscross his chest, back, and arms. For him, disrobing was a time-consuming task: first the trenchcoat, then the armor vest, then the undershirt, then the braces he wears to support his back, his elbows and shoulders.

The Agent manages a wry smile. "You're no spring chicken yourself, Victor."

Victor shakes his head frowning, "Luckily zi vas in za neighborhood." Victor smirks at Agents comment, "Vell atleast i'm frozen in time, zi vill be zis old man..forever"

Victor says, "Now vhat vas Ace doing here? Do vou know? Juzt another ploy to deztroy america?"

The Agent nods. "And I'm glad for them help, old friend. It's not like old days... I'm afraid that I am a step slower now, and Enemy Ace is still the same, thanks to that mechanical body of his."

Victor nods, "Yez, zit iz terrible vhat he haz done to himzelf, a nightmare of machine and man.."

The Agent adds. "The Ace never really changes his tune -- it's always about his one man war against freedom. With the teleporters he could have gained access to the inside of the White House and killed the President, in person."

Victor says, "Zh..thoze vere teleporter i dismantled..zi thought they zeemed fermiliar, but at za time zi vas a little roughed up myself."

Victor reaches in gently and tugs a bullet out of Agent's skin, "Zo old friend...zeemz they had markzmen zhis time"

The Agent bears the pain without so much as flinching -- he's used to this routine. "No... I'm just an easier target nowadays..." he says quietly. "Enemy Ace is still out there. He must be stopped."

Victor nods, "Yes, ve vill get him, juzt az ve alwayz do. For now vou need vour rest and to be lead free"

Victor removes a needle and threat, "Do you vant zomething? Asprin perhapz?"

The Agent nods. "Something that won't leave me foggy headed. I need to get out there and work on tracking Enemy Ace."

Victor nods and goes to his table, pouring Agent a glass of cold water and handing him two asprin, "Now zhen...vhat do you believe he iz planning now?" he hands Agent the glass and pills.

The Agent says, "He's always planning something. With any luck, there's a clue that will lead to his hideout."

He takes the pills and washes them down with the glass of water.

Victor nods, "Vell zi vill go vith vou when you go, to be zure we dont miss anything, two head better than vone after all." Victor begins to stitch up Agent after he takes his asprin, "Now zhen...perhapzen i can level za playing field if i had zome time zat is"

Victor says, "Zi may be able to make you zomething that vill help you catch Ace.."

Victor says, "Juzt give me zome time after ve get back..."

The Agent asks, "What kind of plan are you hatching in that brain of yours, Doc?"

Victor says, "Vell...perhapzen ve can fight fire vith fire...i may be able to make vou zome time of exoskeleton.."

Victor says, "Like armor...za movez vith vou..ztrengthen vou, zpeeding vou."