F T F O I:	::checks his guns again::
F T F O I:	alright... ::takes back up walkie-talkie::  
		the vault is key.
Krissy 80:	as you told us.
F T F O I:	i said this before, but it can't be stressed 
		enough.
Krissy 80:	yup. ::nods aggressively::
F T F O I:	We have to pin them between the vault and another 
		sector, or pin them in the vault itself.
F T F O I:	are we ready?
Krissy 80:	yes. I head to lab.
Nikki Tyr:	::switches on her walkie-talkie and pours red 
		M&Ms into her gun barrels:: ready!
F T F O I:	then we go!  ::presses on toward the vault 
		sector::
Krissy 80:	:whips out the Pez gun:: whee ha! ::heads to the 
		lab/kitchen area::
Nikki Tyr:	C'mon, Reen! ::heads towards the backways::
DoNotExist:	::follows Delle, glansing back occasionally::
F T F O I:	::shoulders his PARTICULARLY large gun in favor 
		of two laser-guided pistols::
Krissy 80:	::opens door, disappears into other room, sounds 
		of faint clinking are heard::
Nikki Tyr:	::faint theme music follows them into the puzzling 
		backways::
F T F O I:	::tunes walkie-talkie to channel one::  testing, 
		channel one
Krissy 80:	::static:: ##yeah?##
F T F O I:	okay, good, you're with me.  Reen, TBD, check in, 
		channel one?
Nikki Tyr:	::her walkie-talkie crackles:: We're here. Are you 
		there?
Krissy 80:	::picks at chew marks she left on the walkie 
		talkie::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  Affirmative
F T F O I:	no activity outside the vault.  I'm heading to 
		the side opposite the backways, I'm going to lose 
		you through the lead for a few minutes.
Krissy 80:	::looks at the walkie-talkie:: hey, aren't these 
		baby monitors?
Nikki Tyr:	I got a blue one, what about you?
Krissy 80:	it's peach...
F T F O I:	::crackle:: not now!  the MISSION!
Krissy 80:	fine, fine, the mission... I got ya..
Nikki Tyr:	Yummy! Okay, okay...
DoNotExist:	::grabs w-t outta delle's hand::
Nikki Tyr:	Hey, you have your own!
DoNotExist:	Can't you people be serious even for a second?
F T F O I:	::keeps guns tracked ahead:: ::passes opposite 
		the backways, loses contact due to the lead::
Nikki Tyr:	::takes it back and calms down:: Okay, let's 
		seriously hunt.
DoNotExist:	::seriously hunts::
Krissy 80:	::looks through the lab, opening lockers... 
		lockers make clanging sound::
F T F O I:	::clips one gun to his wrist, takes out 
		flashlight:: ::shines it down the corridor::
Krissy 80:	::checks each tank, pointing her gun in front of 
		her as she looks::
F T F O I:	::keeps near a wall, looks for doors::
DoNotExist:	Hey, Delle, did you hear that?
Nikki Tyr:	::wandering through the alleys, shining her 
		flashlight along the fire escapes and rooftops::
Nikki Tyr:	::turns:: That squeal?
F T F O I:	::finds only one at the very end, on the left, 
		heading from the vault sector into the lab::
Krissy 80:	::walks up to lab tables:: hey.... ::Rob's 
		disfigured body lies on one of them::
Krissy 80:	I almost forgot about it...
DoNotExist:	No, that was my shoe...  I meant the toilet 
		flushing...
Nikki Tyr:	Oh, that? Let's follow it!
F T F O I:	::taps on the door with the flashlight:: 
		::crackle::  lampy, you on the other side?
Krissy 80:	##yeah, I'm here...##
Krissy 80:	wait, is that you?
F T F O I:	::crackle::  of the door, i mean...::taps it 
		again:: this one
Krissy 80:	::taps door::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  I'm going to the vault!
F T F O I:	::runs back up the corridor, drops flashlight, 
		takes out the PARTICULARLY large gun::
Nikki Tyr:	Down there, turn left at the corner!
DoNotExist:	::enters the alley from which the sound might 
		have been coming::
Krissy 80:	::shrugs:: that's the door to the kitchen...
DoNotExist:	::shines the light around::
Krissy 80:	::returns to the body:: hmm... ::light bulb::
F T F O I:	::slows as he nears the door to the vault:: 
		::aims the PARTICULARLY large gun into the vault::
Nikki Tyr:	::holds her guns carefully, watching the circle 
		of light wander around the scene::
Krissy 80:	::drops the gun, letting it swing, and takes the 
		body and drops it in a tank::
Krissy 80:	::hits some buttons, and the tank begins a deep, 
		consistent hum::
F T F O I:	::shines the PARTICULARLY large gun's lamp into 
		the vault:: ::sees something scurry:: ::fires::
DoNotExist:	A dead end...
F T F O I:	::tracks the motion::  fuckin' rats!
Krissy 80:	::salutes:: later... ::walks toward the door::
Nikki Tyr:	Are you sure? ::feeling the walls for any hidden 
		switches or doors::
F T F O I:	::walks into the secon chamber of the vault:: 
		::shines the lamp into the recesses::
Krissy 80:	::opens the door a crack, peering through:: 
		it's dark...
F T F O I:	::crackle::  FOUND ONE!
Krissy 80:	##really?##
F T F O I:	::keeps gun trained on the intern:: ::crackle::  
		yep, the girl!
DoNotExist:	::excited gasp::
Krissy 80:	::slinks back, pulls the talkie to her face::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  keep searching, find the other one!
Krissy 80:	##aye.##
Krissy 80:	::opens the door slowly, keeping low::
Nikki Tyr:	::listening to rob's cries over the talkie, 
		grins as she feels the switch in the wall::
Nikki Tyr:	::whispers to renie:: It's here. ::pushes on 
		the smooth spot in the brick, and a section
F T F O I:	::shines the lamp in the "intern's" face::
DoNotExist:	::steps back as she waits for Delle to press it::
Nikki Tyr:	swings open:: C'mon
Krissy 80:	::slinks into the kitchen, straining her eyes 
		to see in the dark::
Krissy 80:	::pulls herself behind the garbage can, and 
		reaches up, feeling for the light switch::
F T F O I:	::sets the laser-guidance system:: ::aims a beam 
		of red laser into the girl's forehead::
DoNotExist:	::steps through the opening cautiously::
Krissy 80:	::nose wrinkles, realizing the garbage hasn't 
		been taken out::
F T F O I:	::lowers it slowly onto her chest:: ::then to her
		thigh:: ::crackle::  anything?
Krissy 80:	##hold on...##
Nikki Tyr:	::follows renie, still whispering:: what do you 
		see?
Krissy 80:	::hits the switch, scanning the room quickly:: 
		shit.
DoNotExist:	Something dead?...
Krissy 80:	shit shit shit.
F T F O I:	::crackle::  what is it, lampy?
Nikki Tyr:	*What* is dead?
DoNotExist:	Dunno... ::shines light back and forth the dead 
		thing::
DoNotExist:	Seems pretty big...
Nikki Tyr:	::steps past renie to look around:: I don't think 
		that's just one dead thing..
Krissy 80:	::a flapping sound comes from the old fashioned 
		screen door which *someone* neglected to close::
Krissy 80:	##Hey, Masochrist, where does this door go?##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  whatcha go, reen?
DoNotExist:	::crackle::  Sorry, Kris.  I had to run for the 
		phone...
F T F O I:	::crackle::  which one?
Krissy 80:	##the one in the kitchen##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  outside
Krissy 80:	::walks over to the door:: where outside?
F T F O I:	::static::
Krissy 80:	##hello?##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  an alley i think...
Nikki Tyr:	::peers closely at the dead thing:: I think it's 
		a very overweight generic JLS flunky...
DoNotExist:	Not an intern?
Nikki Tyr:	I don't think so. Maybe killed by an intern.
Krissy 80:	great....  ##I'm headed outside##
Krissy 80:	::checks inside the stove and under the table:: 
		yup, outside.
F T F O I:	::crackle::  you sure you want to do that lampy?
Krissy 80:	##what else can I do?##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  I'm just concerned about the other 
		one escaping, since I'm stuck here with one
Krissy 80:	##don't you have handcuffs?##
F T F O I:	::crackle:: no, just lots of ammo
DoNotExist:	Hey, Delle?
DoNotExist:	Delle?!
Krissy 80:	##want me to backtrack over to ya?##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  yea, that'd help...
DoNotExist:	Where'd she go?
Krissy 80:	##Reen, what's up?##
DoNotExist:	::crackle::  Delle went poof
Krissy 80:	##WHAT?!?##
DoNotExist:	##there's a dead fat JLS reject, too##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  POOF?  Whathehell???
DoNotExist:	#She was here.  Now she's not.  Not a smooth 
		transition. Poof.#
Krissy 80:	##Rob, grab the intern and drop her in a cell. 
		she can't be that hard to handle##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  shit!  ::crackle::
Krissy 80:	##Masochrist?##
F T F O I:	::keeping gun trained on the intern, moves into 
		her corner:: ::thinks better of it::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  i'm here
Krissy 80:	##What happened?##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  i have a better idea, though
Krissy 80:	##Yeah?## ::pushes the door open a crack::
Nikki Tyr:	::reappears with a poof on a fire escape::
F T F O I:	::backs away, out of the vault:: ::closes the 
		second chamber,sealing the intern in::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  the vault oughtta hold her!
Krissy 80:	##Everything okay?##
Nikki Tyr:	::takes out her w-t:: ##Hey, Reen, where are 
		you?##
DoNotExist:	#Delle?  Where you go?#
F T F O I:	::crackle::  just fine...where should I head to?
Nikki Tyr:	##I went poof. We'll discuss it later. What 
		happened with the dead thing?
Krissy 80:	::listens to the comm traffic, and deems 
		everything a-ok in that corner::
Nikki Tyr:	::climbs down to ground level::
Krissy 80:	##I'm going out. I'll call if I need help.##
Krissy 80:	::opens the door and walks out::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  repeat...what sector needs 
		assistance?
DoNotExist:	::pokes dead thing::
Krissy 80:	::finds herself in a dark alley... hears a slight 
		shuffling::
DoNotExist:	::shrugs and keeps walking into the darkness::
Krissy 80:	::points gun and whispers:: hello?
F T F O I:	::crackle::  repeat, I can assist...what sector 
		needs assistance?
Krissy 80:	##not me. bugger off.##
DoNotExist:	oW!!  Dammit!
DoNotExist:	::bangs her elbow painfully on something::
Nikki Tyr:	::continues exploring the alleys on her own, 
		starts to get the feeling she's going in circles
Nikki Tyr:	::
Krissy 80:	::hears more shuffling:: is that you guys?
Nikki Tyr:	##I'm a bit misplaced, but otherwise fine. Don't 
		worry about me.##
DoNotExist:	::sees movement across the alley, shoots, but her 
		bumped elbow makes her miss::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  lampy, need backup?
Krissy 80:	::heads toward the shuffling sound:: ##not yet. 
		but feel free to join me.##
DoNotExist:	#crackle#
DoNotExist:	::points flashlight AND gun at thing::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  alright, reen checks in okay, so 
		I'm heading to the kitchen
Krissy 80:	BANG!!!!!!!!!!
DoNotExist:	#i think ig got one!#
Krissy 80:	BANG BANG!!!
Nikki Tyr:	::hears a loud gun retort from somewhere over 
		there, and starts heading towards it::
DoNotExist:	#what are the interns supposed to look like?#
Nikki Tyr:	##Who's the one shooting?##
F T F O I:	::dashes alongside the vault to the kitchen:: 
		::busts down the door:: ::steps outside::
Krissy 80:	::ducks, see a shadow fleeing:: shit! ::runs 
		after it::
Krissy 80:	::spots of blood in the alley::
DoNotExist:	::keeps her gun aimed at the potential intern::
F T F O I:	::shouts::  lampy!
Krissy 80:	::trips and falls:: huh?
Nikki Tyr:	::on her way to the gun sounds, she hears a crash 
		from inside one of the buildings::
F T F O I:	fuck.  EVERYONE DOWN!
F T F O I:	::fires a magnesium flare::
Krissy 80:	what th-
F T F O I:	GET DOWN!
Nikki Tyr:	::caught halfway through the door, stares up, 
		then drops to the floor::
Krissy 80:	CLICK. ::looks up to see a gun pointed 
		at her face::
Krissy 80:	oh shit.
DoNotExist:	#Kris?!  Ehat's going on?#
Krissy 80:	hello.  who are you?
F T F O I:	::the flare ignites, brightly lighting the alley::
F T F O I:	::sees the intern pointing a gun in lampy's face::
F T F O I:	::tracks his gun on the intern::
Krissy 80:	Rob, it's not an intern.
DoNotExist:	What the hell is this thing I have at gunpoint?!
DoNotExist:	It has blond hair..
F T F O I:	::looks::  this is true!
Krissy 80:	I know the interns from the video. this ain't 
		one... it's...
F T F O I:	damn magnesium flares.  I'm probably blind now
Krissy 80:	::the dark figure blurs a bit, then turns 
		toward Masochrist::
Krissy 80:	::slides away from the barrel of the gun::
DoNotExist:	#She's wearing a plaid skirt!  I'm gonna shoot#
F T F O I:	::keeps gun trained on the figure:: hold fire, 
		reen!
DoNotExist:	But that would hurt!
F T F O I:	everyone HOLD YOUR FIRE!
Krissy 80:	oh shit. it's Rob.
F T F O I:	::clicks the safety on on one gun::
DoNotExist:	::squints::
Krissy 80:	its.. Rob!!!
Nikki Tyr:	::stalking softly through the building, she 
		sees something running up the stairs::
DoNotExist:	Rob?
F T F O I:	Now, I'm going by the laser guide on this thing.  
		I'm like blind.
Nikki Tyr:	#Guys, I think I have one here#
Krissy 80:	::hugs his legs::
DoNotExist:	That flannel around your waist threw me off...
Krissy 80:	##Danielle, what?##
F T F O I:	thought he was dead?
Krissy 80:	he was...
Krissy 80:	you shot him!!!!
F T F O I:	He was dead before that
Nikki Tyr:	#I'm in one of these old buildings, and I think 
		I saw someone running#
F T F O I:	The kind of death that happens in the soul
Krissy 80:	##Danielle, hold on##
F T F O I:	::crackle::  we have a situtation of our own..
Krissy 80:	hey, look.. the tattoos are gone....
F T F O I:	::squints::  the flare...I can't see!
DoNotExist:	And the hair is short...
Nikki Tyr:	#What's your situation?#
F T F O I:	::crackle::  we think it's rob!
Krissy 80:	##he's alive.##
Krissy 80:	gotta love modern medical technology.
F T F O I:	::clicks the safety on his other gun::  okay, so 
		this is meant to be rob.  then if he's here...
Nikki Tyr:	#Rob is alive, there? Careful, he might be rabid.#
Krissy 80:	hey, how'd he get out here?
F T F O I:	how can I still be around, since I'm meant to be 
		in that body?
Krissy 80:	you're an anthropomorphic personification.
F T F O I:	::slaps self on wrist::  feel pretty damn solid 
		to me
Krissy 80:	exactly.
F T F O I:	what?
Krissy 80:	::still on the ground, pokes the real Rob in the 
		leg::
DoNotExist:	::stands there::
Krissy 80:	he feels real. Rob? say something.
Krissy 80:	hello?
Nikki Tyr:	::climbs the stairs, keeping her flashlight off 
		to allow her eyes to adjust to the dark::
Nikki Tyr:	::hears a clatter from a room at the end of the 
		hall and heads towards it, attempting to corner 
		whoever it may be::
F T F O I:	::rob speaks::  the...the tattoos are gone...
Krissy 80:	yeah.. yes.
Krissy 80:	um... why did you point a gun at me?
F T F O I:	[rob]  what gun?
Krissy 80:	the one in your hand.
Nikki Tyr:	::swings open the door to the last room down the 
		hall::
F T F O I:	[rob] ::looks at his hand:: ::lowers gun::
F T F O I:	[rob] sorry
Krissy 80:	::gets up slowly, picking up her gun and walkie 
		talkie::
Nikki Tyr:	::sees an intern holding a generic JLS flunky
		(the good kind), with a gun to his forehead::
Krissy 80:	let's talk later. I think we should help TBD...
Nikki Tyr:	::w-t crackles:: #Um, guys...? We got a hostage 
		situation here..#
Krissy 80:	##Huh?##
Krissy 80:	#What's up?#
Nikki Tyr:	#An intern with a gun has got hold of a useful 
		generic flunky#
F T F O I:	::lowers his guns::  what about me?
Krissy 80:	##useful? howso?##
Nikki Tyr:	#Hey, flunkies are good! They make our beds! And 
		can turn into messenger pigeons when necessary#
Krissy 80:	::thinks about it:: um... shoot the bastard. in 
		the leg.
Krissy 80:	Masochrist? um... ::sigh:: can we sort this out 
		later?
F T F O I:	::sighs himself::  fine,
Krissy 80:	##Danielle, where are you exactly?##
F T F O I:	lampy?
Nikki Tyr:	#Hell with it. We have more generic flunkies, 
		if necessary. Does anyone mind if this one dies?#
F T F O I:	[rob] yes, life is sacred
Krissy 80:	##I have objections. But you don't have to listen 
		to them.##
Krissy 80:	##After all, we are heroes...##
F T F O I:	lampy.
Krissy 80:	##and we have to defend life...##
Krissy 80:	huh? what?
F T F O I:	I can do it,
Krissy 80:	do what?
F T F O I:	solve the situation
Nikki Tyr:	#Um..# ::looks around:: #It's a building, lotsa 
		windows...#
Krissy 80:	oh. how? ::mutters:: and where did Renie go?
F T F O I:	get me her EXACT location.  and the positioning 
		of the intern.
F T F O I:	I'll come up behind him and shoot him in the head 
		before he knows I'm there.
Krissy 80:	I don't think she knows where she is...
Krissy 80:	but...
Nikki Tyr:	#if i turn on the light, you'll be able to see the 
		guys' profiles in the window#
F T F O I:	You KNOW i can hit the mark.  look what I did to 
		the CK model
Krissy 80:	::pulls out a mobile tracker:: we can locate her 
		with this...
Nikki Tyr:	::the intern starts muttering, and she smiles:: 
		Calm down, we'll reach a compromise..
Nikki Tyr:	::turns on the light in the room::
F T F O I:	::takes the tracker::  good.  ::turns on tracker::
Krissy 80:	::attaches the W-T to the tracker, and the tracker 
		starts to beep::
Krissy 80:	follow it.
F T F O I:	::looks up, sees the light turn on::
Krissy 80:	whoa, that was easy.
F T F O I:	::nods curtly:: ::mutes the beeping with a rag::
Krissy 80:	let's go..
F T F O I:	::climbs the fire escape::
Krissy 80:	and what you did was wrong....
Nikki Tyr:	::trying to keep up a nice, calm conversation 
		with the intern::
F T F O I:	what'd i do wrong?
Krissy 80:	::climbs up:: really wrong.
Nikki Tyr:	A priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk into a 
		bar...
Krissy 80:	you shot Renie!!!
Nikki Tyr:	Ow! - Ow! - Oy!
F T F O I:	target practice.  I had my reasons.
Krissy 80:	and they were..?
F T F O I:	besides, all i shot off was her ear
Krissy 80:	you killed her.
Krissy 80:	she was fragile!!!!
F T F O I:	::keeps back from the lit window:: ::goes up a 
		floor above::
F T F O I:	her EAR, though.  who dies from an EAR wound?
Nikki Tyr:	::the intern's gun-wielding hand stops shaking 
		too noticably as he relaxes::
Krissy 80:	::mutters to Masochrist:: and her jaw.... you 
		severed her throat...
Krissy 80:	I had to rebuild her...
F T F O I:	::grinds teeth::  we're on a mission
F T F O I:	::climbs in a window above the lit floor::
Krissy 80:	yes, yes.... ::crouches next to the lit window::
Nikki Tyr:	::wishing they'd hurry up:: uh.... two guys walk 
		into a bar..
Nikki Tyr:	[the intern chimes in] ...second one should've 
		known better!
Krissy 80:	::shudders:: bad... joke...
F T F O I:	::walks to the staircase inside::
Krissy 80:	and where the hell is Renie?
F T F O I:	::unclips his gun safeties:: ::turns on the 
		laser-guides::
Krissy 80:	::checks her guns:: hmm... ::sighs::
F T F O I:	::clicks on the walkie talkie, leaves it on::
Krissy 80:	::quietly loads the Pez gun with cherry Pez:: not 
		too heavy...
Nikki Tyr:	::the intern smiles, completely at ease::
Nikki Tyr:	[intern, displaying sick intern humor] What's 
		worse than a truckload of dead babies?
F T F O I:	::whispers into the walkie talkie through the 
		rag:: TBD, be ready to shoot him in the back
Krissy 80:	::checks the strap on the Pez gun, then pulls out 
		her 9mm::
Nikki Tyr:	::cringes:: [intern] A truckload of dead babies 
		with a live one in the middle eating its way out.
Nikki Tyr:	::whispering:: #He's facing me...#
Krissy 80:	::looks into the room:: geezus...
F T F O I:	::whispers into the rag again::  he might not be.  
		just do like i say
Nikki Tyr:	::the intern is too busy laughing to notice her 
		whispers::
F T F O I:	::shuts off walkie-talkie:: ::W-T stops beeping:: 
		::cautiously moves down half the flight of 
		stairs::
Krissy 80:	hey, where's Rob?
F T F O I:	::attaches silencers to his 9mm's::
Krissy 80:	::looks around::
Nikki Tyr:	[intern] You like dead baby jokes? ::shrugs and 
		nods, just waiting for this to end::
Nikki Tyr:	[intern] what's red and sits in the corner?
F T F O I:	::crouches on the middle stair, trying to get a 
		clear shot::
Krissy 80:	::wonders if Masochrist will come through::
Nikki Tyr:	[intern] a baby chewing on razor blades!
Nikki Tyr:	::the intern cracks up::
Krissy 80:	::shudder::
F T F O I:	::holsters one of the 9mm's::
F T F O I:	::grips gun w/ two hands::
Krissy 80:	::wonders if she could shoot the interns w/o 
		hitting the flunkie or Danielle::
F T F O I:	::takes another few stairs:: ::still crouching:: 
		::can almost line up the intern's head::
Nikki Tyr:	::hoping they'll remember to warn her to duck 
		before shooting::
F T F O I:	::tries to make eye contact with TBD::
Krissy 80:	::leans toward the window, ready to take control 
		if anything goes wrong::
F T F O I:	::searches for TBD's eyes again::
Nikki Tyr:	::sees a shadow vaguely shaped like rob's head::
Krissy 80:	::peers discreetly over, and can see Masochrist 
		on the stairs::
Nikki Tyr:	::noticing the intern is still laughing, she takes 
		a chance and ducks, rolling towards the corner::
F T F O I:	::nods to TBD::
F T F O I:	::leans forward and shoots, the laser finally 
		lining up with the intern's head::
F T F O I:	::the intern falls forward, dead:: ::the flunkie 
		is petrified::
Krissy 80:	::climbs quietly into the room:: that's that, 
		right?
F T F O I:	::jumps down::  YES!
Krissy 80:	::kicks the body::
Nikki Tyr:	::stands and dusts herself off:: Thanks, man. 
		Those jokes were killing me.
F T F O I:	well, there's still his lover, locked in our vault.
Krissy 80:	and where's Rob?
Krissy 80:	and Renie?
F T F O I:	the alleyway still, for rob...and i think reen is 
		still in the backways
Krissy 80:	no, Renie disappeared.
Krissy 80:	like Danielle did before
F T F O I:	when?
Nikki Tyr:	She'll reappear eventually. After all, I did.
F T F O I:	good enough.
Nikki Tyr:	I think it's a backways thing, all this poofing in 
		and out of existence..
Krissy 80:	hope so.
F T F O I:	::puts his gun away::
Krissy 80:	but she's been gone a while... ::sighs:: let's go 
		home...
F T F O I:	we had best get back to the vault, or else we'll 
		all vanish
Nikki Tyr:	Yeah. C'mon, flunky.
F T F O I:	::climbs back out the window and onto the fire 
		escape::
Krissy 80:	take the body, too. ::grabs the intern's corpse 
		and drags it out of the room::
Nikki Tyr:	::takes the flunky's hand and pulls him after her 
		through the window onto the fire escape::
F T F O I:	good idea.  the girl will be much more cooperative 
		when she sees her boyfriend like this
Krissy 80:	::takes the corpse by the collar and takes it 
		downstairs::
F T F O I:	::quickly climbs down the fire escape and heads 
		back into the kitchen::
F T F O I:	[rob]  ::follows the gang into the kitchen::
Krissy 80:	::emerges from the front door, wondering which way 
		to the alley::
F T F O I:	::crackle::  left, lampy
Nikki Tyr:	::finds her own way back to the kitchen, flunky in 
		tow::
Krissy 80:	::turns, sees it, and also catches a glimpse of 
		the tattoo shop::
Krissy 80:	::wanders into the alley, and finds the back 
		door::
F T F O I:	::masochrist and rob sit at the kitchen table::
Krissy 80:	::comes into the kitchen, nods to the two Robs, 
		and walks past them to the lab::
Nikki Tyr:	::the flunky silently dissapears into the 
		background of the HQ::
Krissy 80:	::throws the body on a slab:: ah, another 
		adventure, another corpse.