Description: Nae archives. The Red Witch met Angel? Well seems she forgot all about it. Along with a lot of other stuff. Who could forget angel? Apparently Naerose could.
Here it was. The school that NESTS supposedly owned. Naerose was so very close to her aim of getting well, money. All she needed to do was somehow find her way from the school here to a secret Nests lab, get past the security, steal expensive top secret lab equipement, get past security again and turn it over for a mere one grand. Probably not going to work out that well for Naeose, but she was going to try. The first ticket was to get past the Gedo secuirty. . If there was any. The red clad witch, looking up at the building is forced to wonder, why even take a place like this over?
Leaning on her broomstick, dressed in red, Naerose looks really really out of place here. It probably won't take long for anyone to spot her and not to mention, it isn't exactly night time. Adjusting her shades, she eyes the doors, the windows and finally the roof. If she could only get up there maybe it wouldn't be so well defended. Instead she walks up to the front door and knocks on it.
"Hello! Is anyone home?" Will they let her in? Who knows.
That's right, Ghetto Highschool, as Angel has been so affectionally calling it. She's pretty sure she's not the first, considering how old and shabby it looks. The place might even still have asbestos in it! Which is why the health-conscious Angel spends most of her time outside! ...smoking.
And no, we're not talking about the courtyard. She's all the way out in the middle of the empty parking lot by herself, quite a ways off from the entrance Naerose chooses to try her luck at. Thankfully there're no guards on the outside, just like, some guys with binoculars up on the wall. And before making any move themselves, they call and ask for permission like good soldiers.
"Oh ya? That sounds familiar, I think that's the girl I fought on TV that time. Wonder what she'd want? I'll be right there, k?" Yeah, screw protocol. These aren't walkie-talkies, they're earpieces, so she's not gonna say 'over' at the end of every sentence. And besides, they know exactly when she's finished speaking, because she's already like right there in front of them opening the door the very instant the last word leaves her mouth. "Hey, 'sup? Aren't you that Naerose chick from before?"
That was fast. Service with a smile, or at least a scantly clad hispanic. Not that Naerose was into that kind of thing, but it was better than a brutish scary and mean fella. It doesn't matter if Angel did and or could beat Naerose into the ground with little effort, the fact was she didn't have the scary I'll mug you then stab you and then take your shoes look about her that some people did. Perhaps Naerose was bullied in school to have such mental images, more likely though, she just didn't even go. Noticing Angel, smiling and adjusting her shades, Naerose says,
"Hi, yah, like I think I totally remember you or something. Arn't you, I mean, why are you here? This place is owned by.." Naerose pulls an index card out of her hat, inspects it, "Nests," she shrugs. Despite having worked with Nests before through different groups, it was still not a group she was familiar with really. No one ever told her anything back then.
"They might be dangerous," Naerose confides, in a low voice, then continues, "Anyway, I don't know what they're after here, seems a kind of trashy school.." She slaps another card on her hat, on the bill that states, 'Press' "Maybe they want some sort of stronghold? But these walls look ready to collapse, maybe they want the students, who knows. and that's sort of what I'm here to find out, along with you know, stealing super sekret techonlogy to trade to a buyer for the precious funding I'd need to run my own super secret contract organization. Without the secret."
And... Naerose spills most of the beans.
Angel is pretty much all smiles, yes. And no matter how suspicious it is for Naerose to come over to this place alone, she doesn't immediately start making the witch play 20 questions with her. She just gives the usual greeting that she would to someone she's bumped into once or twice before, and goes from there.
And it seems to serve her well in this case, depending on how you look at it. On one hand, Naerose has just told her pretty much exactly what she needed to know, without any kind of prompting. But at the same time, the normally friendly agent needs to decide whether or not she wants to lie turn the reporter girl away, or help her out!
"Oh, hm. Well... I don't think it's entirely secret anymore. They work for me. It's good money. Wait.. did I say that right?" The last part is just sort of mumbled, but the rest was clear! "Anyway, yeah, they just wanted someplace to put their stuff. And I didn't really want to throw the kids out since most of them looked like they know how to party, but there just wasn't enough room for everyone, y'know?"
See, she's still standing in the doorway and kind of blocking it, and nobody's really watching her or listening to her all that closely from inside, since as far as they're concerned most of the stuff she says is nonsense and they might lose IQ points just from hearing it... If she were to actually let the witch in on *purpose*, people would probably notice.
"Oh great, that's all I needed. So this place is being used for storage which means if I manage to get into this building I can find the top secret stuff I need to and then get a pay off. " Still funny to hide super secret stuff in a school like this one. Naerose wasn't complaining though. She was going to take what she could get. In this case what she could get was wahtever angel would give. The NESTS agent plus whatever guard force that was here might be more than the red clad woman could handle. Adn she didn't want to put that theory to the test.
"So what does it take to get inside this building and borrow some of that super secret teconology?" Naerose asks, her interest perked.
Angel looks up toward the sky for a moment and tugs on a few of her fingers idly while she considers things, more than likely weighing the potential fun they could have against the kind of trouble she might get into if they found out.
"Ehh... tell you what, there's a dumpster out back. I'm gonna go drop one of the spare uniforms in it. Just keep the visor of the helmet down and try to give everybody one word answers if they ask you anything. There'll be a fake nametag and everything so just use that name. You just need one thing, right?" she asks, leaning in and whispering the whole time all conspiritorially. "Get it and go. Just be quick. I don't wanna see you get caught."
The Mexican cowgirl then turns and starts to let the doors swing shut, as she waves back over her shoulder. "Bye, see you later!" she calls out so it seems like their business is concluded and she's successfully diverted another member of the press, and follows it up by whistling innocently as she strolls down the hall and back out toward the parking lot. There's just that little unseen detour into the locker room!
Okay, Naerose isn't suspicious at all. She goes to the dumpster, as promised and waits, except she needs to hide somewhere and the best place to do that? Well .. "Aww man," Naerose murmurs to herself and decides she has to hide IN the dumpster, which she totalyl does. Now mind you it isn't likely medical waste, but it is going to be gross. High school lunchrooms have the grossest waste. Much of their food is disgusting before it becomes trash, imagine it after it becomes trash. Naerose is going to smell if she isn't careful, but how do you be careful from a dumpster hiding place? Come to think of it, did Angel even say hide in the dumpster? She must of meant it, after all there were sentries everywhere right?
Time passes. (Doesn't even matter how much).
"Aww man." Naerose murmurs to herself, because she's in a dumpster.
Y- yeah, that's not something Angel took into consideration. What she actually meant was for Nae to come by in a few minutes. If she'd walked, the uniform would already be there waiting for her and she could just get it and go. But from the look of it, the witch either ran all the way there, or hopped on her broom and just flew!
For her part, the eccentric white-haired agent took her sweet time, in order to avoid suspicion, loading the gear into a garbage bag and hauling it out over one shoulder with a fresh cigarette between her lips. But eventually she does bump that door open with her butt and come out to open the lid and sling the disguised disguise right down on top of Naerose, not even realizing it as she takes a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching and begins to wander off whistling that happy tune again.
Having nothing better to do, Naerose was awfully fast. But now that she didn't have to wait any more, she was just about to say something as the dumpster is flooded with light, before the uniform hits her on the head. Not heard, but fills her mouth wit trash bag and what the hey. Naerose changes in the dumpster. Mostly just puts the uniform on, except she leaves key parts of her outfit. One broomstick. And a pair of shades. This might be a rare instance that the witch goes hatless and it isn't until she gries to get in that very same back door that she has a look at herself, and the name.
Up to this point she was really pretty sure that the Angel person was cool beans. Really nice. A class A act and the sort of person you would want to be your friend, if you were Naerose. Though there was still the possibility that she was tricked.
Naw, there's no trick. Except the one she's playing on her co-workers. The emergency exit she came out by is still unlocked, the alarm doesn't sound when it's pushed on, nothing. Angel even went to the trouble of getting her one of the female uniforms, and the nametag says 'Rosie'. The tag looks so authentic it might even be the real thing. Maybe they really do have someone with that name working here!
And as for the interior of the building, pretty much every other person in there with little miss intruder is acting more like it's an office building than an outpost for wargames. They're just chilling. There is, however, one room that's humming with the sound of all the machinery being stored in it. And no one is even over there!
Without any idea what she was doing, or where she was going, Naerose decides to go toward the most suspicious place she can find. Clearely it's going to be the humming room. So 'Rosie' takes her broom and pretends to be.. er sweeping, while edging in that direction, until she can get to the door and try it. Hopefully no one bothers her too much except does anyone sweep up around here? Probably not with a broom like this! It looked like it was out of the gothic era. You know, that painting of two farmerish peple who are clearly very unhappy about something? That one. Well Naerose didn't look unhappy, she couldn't help but grin, and holding that broom. . She looked awfully stupid. By the way where did Angel go? Naerose tries the door.
Angel is still outside, because when she said she'd have Nae's back, she didn't mean like, literally. It was more in general. She's already gone to some pretty great lengths to set this up, and there was no doubt in her mind that things were already looking about as easy as they could get. Hell, that door isn't locked either. It doesn't even creak. It just opens right up and there's an obvious stash of odd weapons and alien-looking technology, some computers, stasis tubes with what look like actual people in them... It's really probably a good thing no one said to bring anything /specific/ back, because it would take forever to sort through all the stuff.
Well the point was stealing something and that was exactly what Naerose would do. She decided the only thing that would really do any good for what she was trying to get, was a computer. So she decides to nick an entire computer, leaving the keyboard, mouse and monitor.. if it isn't a laptop. Though for future reference she may try to return it. Who knows. The important part was getting paid. She almost instantly starts to feel bad though, and even as she starts to run for it.. Frowns. Aww man. The witch looks back and keeps going, the computer clutched in her arms and decides, yes, stealing is infact mean. She'll have to find Angel later, apologize and maybe see if there isn't a way she can make it up to her. But still Naerose runs for it.
Log created on 14:41:40 05/07/2009 by Naerose, and last modified on 22:58:08 12/19/2010.