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JOE

Sir, the individual you have identified is an ex-con by the name of Ralph McConner. He left the Mossad at a young age and ran away to America just as the World Wave began. He's thought to be behind a number of thefts since then but was able to avoid prison until he was caught on a trespassing charge. He was released last year on good behavior after claiming to have found religion.

He's a thin man that likes Cuban cigars (which are practically extinct now that Cuba was Ground Zero for the nano-plague) and vintage cars. A con-man through and through, Ralph prefers to let hired muscle handle the dirty work while he escapes out the back door.

McConner has a small downtown office where he bases his legal agency. He is known to frequent car shows to show off his modified 1989 McBealey roadster. I have compiled a list of possible missing persons connected in one way with either the granola bar factory or with the Knights of Revelation.

Joe, a few possibilities to track down Ralph are:

-Attempt to follow a "hunch": Insight Check <DIFFICULT>

-Analyze the pattern of disappearances: Investigation Check <MEDIUM>
(E.O.N.'s pattern recognition software allows you to use this skill untrained for this purpose)

-Discern the likeliest place an Ex-Mossad would hide out: Expertise(Military) <MEDIUM>

-Investigate Car Shows, Cigar Shoppes, or McConner's office.: Perception Check <EASY> <chance at alerting the villain>

E.O.N.'s voice interrupts your conversations. I have successfully located Mr. Fate's comms device! It's badly damaged but still has a weak signal. Your breath a collective sigh of relief but he has more to add.

This is...strange, sir. His signal...it took longer than I had expected to pinpoint it but not because of the signal strength. It's been moving towards us for the past twenty minutes. It left Visskonian airspace which is why I was able to track it. But it's headed straight for us...at Mach 23. I am sensing an ultra-dense substance no larger than a humanoid. If that mass hits us at that velocity...sir I doubt if the base's security system will be able to repel it. We have about...12 seconds til impact. 2 rounds

***Meanwhile in the Med-Bay***

Wild Fire's paralysis is just getting bad enough that it's getting a little hard to breathe as Timeline drops her off unceremoniously inside the base's med bay before porting to the command center.

E.O.N.'s voice comes over the intercom. Please state your species or designation and the type of medical emergency.

Wild Fire manages to get out Wild Fire and Paralysis before keeling over onto the examination table.

The soft white decor spins as two robots approach, their multiple arms loaded with a variety of medical utensils. One syringe arm darts in, painlessly injecting a mild sedative. The two bots work perfectly in unison analyzing and isolating the strain of poison debilitating Wild Fire's system. Within minutes they have drained the poison from her and cleaned her wounds.

Completely recovered! Your paralysis complication has been removed. Your Bruises are also gone.

I am endeavoring to locate Mr. Fate as we speak, sir. I'm afraid there are no accessible satellites in that area with the proper bio-scanning equipment. I am however attempting to locate his communicator by the electromagnetic interference it creates. I fear that if it is damaged it will take longer to pinpoint as it's signal will be weaker.

E.O.N.'s voice trails off in an oddly human manner indicating that if the communicator was completely destroyed...there would be no signal to find.

Sir, I have been unable to triangulate the last known position of Mr. Fate, due to the blackout of satellite feed over Visskonian airspace. Just communicating with you required me to be...ahem...clever with the Army's new spy satellite.

Very good, sir. I shall have the pizzeria on standby for your return.

I am afraid detection of "magic" is beyond my capabilities as there has been, historically, no quantifiable data related to the occurrence of such phenomenon. There is however a concentration of energy readings at your current location suggestive of the aperture through which you and your fellow associates departed.

The strength readings of this phenomenon are frankly, Sir, "absent from the pictorial representation of linearly collated data in a two-dimensional informative presentation".

Hero point awarded to Risen Fate for identifying the above colloquialism.

New map uploaded from Timeline's PIPBoy. Only shows parts of the Castle that are wired into the main power grid. You guys are in A1 atm. Timeline got dropped into B3 and the other rooms on B-Level are mostly traps.

...Bzzawwkk...Sir...read me? ...over Visskonia...surge...pinpointing...

The interference clears momentarily.

Sir, I have pinpointed your current location. There is a 94.7% probability that you are 4.87 kilometers above central Visskonia. Unusual M-Band interference prevents a closer match. Other possible locations include the mountains of Tibet, 3.1%; a covert ops satellite situated above Korea, 1.3%; or the event horizon of a collapsing black hole, .9%.

Shall I send the chopper?

Traditional armored anti-personnel combat vehicles are 95.43% likely to be smaller than commercial buses both in cubic volume displaced and occupant capacity.

Buses are size Gargantuan and tanks are size Huge.

If I may interject, there appears to be interference with the built in GPS function. Reverend Joe is not showing up anywhere on the planet. I would advise caution if attempting a teleport, sir. It is quite likely I will be unable to track your whereabouts in that location.

Sir, I have managed to reset the commlink devices as per your earlier instructions. Incidentally, I have finished integration of the computer system into my network.

I have infilitrated the hospital's paging network and it would seem that Prof. Louvre is in stable condition and under heavy sedation. He was found coated with an unidentified substance. Presumably, it is what caused this creature to attack.

Communication blackout lifted from comm devices.