OOC: All righty then, before you do that though, I must do...THIS!

BIC: At about 10 AM the next day, CNN was busy following the hot story of the day, the battle that had taken place at Rikers.

"There has been a new development in the apparent Mastermind attack on Rikers Island. The body of General Kreish, commander of Cyber Force, was discovered in the prison wearing the uniform of a Mastermind General. This is odd not only because he was wearing the uniform of the enemy, but also because according to CIA reports, the General had been previously murdered over 24 hours ago by Colonel Jason MacKenzie of Cyber Force. The whole murder investigation is still in question at this point anyway, especially since Lieutenant Michel Sharpe of Cyber Force Team Beta maintains that Kreish most likely fired first. The discovery of Kriesh's body has muddled the investigation further, along with the fact that the CIA is now looking into MacKenzie's apparent work with MI6 almost 4 years ago, and whether or not he acquired a Licence to Kill. Stay tuned for further developments."

At about 10:15, a new development did arrive.

"More on the mystery behind General Kreish's body at Rikers. A video has just been realeased to us, as well as the UN, the JAG office, and numerous intel agenceies, that apparently came from the PDAP of Jason MacKenzie. The video shows General Kreish, who is talking to MacKenzie about how Mastermind revived him, and how the two entered into an alliance that would allow Kreish to get his revenge on both MacKenzie, and former Cyber Force Alpha CO Jade LaFleur, who was held at Rikers. Apparently MacKenzie and Kreish then fired on each other simultaneously, both scoring hits. Then Kriesh was shot by somebody out of camera range with an automatic weapon. As of right now it is unclear whether or not LaFleur or MacKenzie are alive right now, but things don't look good for MacKenzie because appraently he was shot by a real life "Golden Gun." Stay tuned for more developments as they arrive"

Then at 10:30, yet another development showed up.

"The UN has just recieved a video transmission from Jason MacKenzie, who broadcasted from an undetermined location. We now go live to the UN building in NYC."

Wolf was up on a big projection screen in the UN, talking.

"Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated." he began. "I am not dead, nor is Jade. She is currently under my protection until further notice. I did not plan on having to break her out of prison, but Mastermind forced my hand. Myself and the rest of Cyber Force team Alpha were conducting an unscheduled security exercise with the NYPD when we heard about the attack. Knowing Jade was in that prison, we rushed to her aid and managed to beat back the attacking forces. However, since I believe her skills could have prevented the security shutdown at the prison, and since that is no longer a safe place, not that it was anyway, I have decided to put her under my protective custody until you either come for her, or drop the court martial Kreish filed against her, because he obviously was a traitor to humanity and deserved what he got. Until better circumstances...farewell."

It didn't take more than 5 minutes for the UN and the JAG offices to drop the court-martial on Jade, clear her record, and reinstate her rank, as well as drop the murder and desertion charges imposed on CF-Alpha. At almost the same time, the intel groups searching for Wolf immediately abandoned their searches and began delving into the files of General Kreish, and there they would find a sordid history of conspiracies and backstabbing, including his mysterious rise to the command of Cyber Force 6 months after its inception, replacing the original commander, US Army General Thomas Davidson, who mysteriously disappeared 6 months after forming the Cyber Force 4 years ago in 2021.

Monk didn't hear the news. Monk didn't hera everyone going back to bed. Monk didn't hear anything, except the air escaping his lips. Opening his eyes one more time, he took a good look at the sunrise ahead of him. He made sure to get up an hour early to so that he could see the sun make its first appearance to the day. He didn't care what was going on in the world, his life, his mind, anything. A sunrise calmed his soul.

He sat at the edge of the building, on the ledge that was supposed to be there to prevent people from jumping to their demise. Everything was starting to come back together in the world. Thank you... whoever... or whatever allowed all this to happen again. He took one more breath, more new day that the sun had to offer, and couldn't help to smile.

Angel snorted. Then groaned. Then rolled off the bed. Then was caught by a knot in his sheets that he'd somehow made during his sleep. He woke up to find himself hanging ominously about five inches above the floor.

"Poo."

Then he dropped. Getting up and running his hand through his hair, he checked the time. 11 AM. His PDAP was beeping somehow about a CNN announcement. Go figure they would defy rights to privacy by using people's names. And then releasing more about Cyber Force then anyone had ever thought would be known.

Interesting times he live in. Angel stood, stretched, then yelped. For some reason his stomach and ass really hurt. He momentarily thought back to what could have caused it.

Running down the side of a building.

Ah...that would explain it.

Muttering about his sore shoulders, he walked into his bathroom. A warm shower woke him up. Normally, he'd shave, but he realized it wasn't that bad, and the idea of growing a beard was kind of tempting.

He got dressed fast, mostly so he could hurriedly appease his grumbling stomach. It wasn't until he was outside of his room that he realized he was wearing a pink shirt. There was a small tag attached to it.

Simply put, it read, "Hoping you wouldn't be awake enough to notice this. -Wraith"

Angel crumpled it and turned to go back into his room. And realized he didn't have his key-card.

He thumped his head against the door and whimpered.

(( ROFL! ))

With a mighty yawn Wraith stretches and gets out of bed, hearing and feeling a few joints pop. The simple sound of it is enough to make him wince and try stretching more, but all he gets back are more pops.

Then the aching of his muscles hits him and he stumbles around stiffly towards his dresser. As he opens it up and reaches for a shirt, he remembers about the practical joke he pulled on Angel last night and snickers, applauding himself on the inside for getting in and out without him noticing.

Soon he's showered and out the door, tossing his and Angel's keycards up and down in his hands as he walks towards the elevators, a bounce in his step and a tune in his whistle. The double doors open up and he's about to step in to them when Scrya rushes inside beside him and turns around, facing him with her arms crossed in her lap, biting her lip. He stops and stares for a second, then laughs and walks in as the doors close on them, looking over at her.

***

"Sleep good?" he asks her.

"Mm-hmm!" she answers with a nod.

He shoves the keycards in the pocket of his pants and leans against the back wall, crossing his arms, too. "I guess this'll be your first meal out of prison, eh?"

She looks over at him blankly, looking up through low bangs. "Huh?"

"Breakfast?"

"Oh!" she answers immediately, then chuckles. "Yeah, it would be..."

She reaches into her pocket then and takes something out, turning to face him. "But before I forget, I made something for you..."

He takes it out of her hands and unfolds it while asking, "What is it?"

"A bandana." She points to the center of it with a smile, saying, "I made it out of the one I wore last night. I put the Cyber Force logo on it, just for you."

Looking pleased with herself, she crosses her arms again and bounces on her toes, waiting for his reaction... which is to chuckle a bit and look at her like he's overwhelmed. "You made this for me?"

"Yeah... it's my gift to you for... helping me. Last night."

He looks up at her again, feeling the fabric in his hands, and finds himself somewhat at a loss for words. "...Thank you..."

"Here, put it on..." she says, taking it and reaching up to his head.

***

The doors to the elevator open again at the mess hall level just as she finishes, having wrapped it around his forehead and tucked it under his hair so that the tail hangs down his back. She steps and looks at him admiringly, smiling wide. "It looks good."

He grins back at her, patting it a bit. "Thanks..."

They then step out and head for the mess hall, but as he enters the mess hall itself, he notices that she's not with him...

He looks around a bit, then shrugs and heads for the serving line, figuring she either got lost or went exploring. Something.

Then he sees Angel.

And he has to try very hard not to laugh.

And fails.

"Wraith, it is only the fact that you are a good friend that is keeping me from shooting you right now. I have a gun."

Wraith fell over he was laughing so hard. Angel banged his head against the wall, then silently vowed he WOULD have his revenge. Most likely involving a shaved, greased goat in Wraith's locker.

Wraith finally gets off the ground, still laughing. He manages to say in-between laughs, patting Angel on the back. "I'm sorry man, I couldn't help myself... come on... let's get some food, I'm starvin'!"

(( Btw, reason for sending Scrya off for a moment = dramatizing, waiting for everyone to gather up ))

OOC: Can I find her and attempt my fight scene?

"I hope you sleep lightly."

Angel stopped to get his coffee, pancakes, and thick slab of bacon (Straight from Albertan farms. He'd been very picky with the staff) before sitting down, waving Wraith over.

"So, what's your take on how things have gone? And before you make a shirt comment, please remember I have a gun and we're in the RW."

(( You'll find her in the mess hall as soon as everyone congregates. :) Be more "dramatic" that way, I guess... PM me if you want to talk about it more, but you can either go with your way or mine, it doesn't actually matter much to me right now. ))

Wraith snickers but calms himself down with a wave of his hand. "Sorry... but, um... dude, it's all messed up."

He settles himself in his chair and picks up his fork, hovering over his food like he's only halfway interested at the moment. "I always wonder how things could possibly get any more screwed up, but y'know, it always does..."

Taking a bite of his pancakes and shaking his head, he answers, "Just kinda glad it always turns out good, I suppose."

Angel raised an eyebrow.

"That reminds me. I have to go to a funeral today. With any luck, Wolf won't have some nigh-impossible and highly suicidal target for us to blow up again today. Because that would just be making my day worse."

He glanced at his shirt.

"However, you've definitely contributed to that already. Can I have my room card back? I refuse to go to a funeral where my mother will be and have a pink shirt on. It would end in a murder trial. I know it would."

He then proceeded to spill his coffee and yelp.