jla_watchtower | Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

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Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

Closed into their own personal labyrinth away from the other team, the Blackhawk finally relaxes her stance once she's convinced that the doors coming down are all that's going to happen, and looks at Bronze Tiger and Plaz.

"Guess we know which way we're headed," she says philosophically, as she glances down the hallway. "This shouldn't stop 'Riz from keepin' in touch with us, though."

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Plaz gathers up the samples from the fridge and stretches them over towards Turner.

"This what The Man hired us to look for?"

"Certainly looks like it." he said, eyeing the bottles distastefully. "Let's bring them along, have the lab boys check them out."

Zinda's shoulders hunch briefly as the animal settles around her shoulders, then she stabs at the workstation's keyboard experimentally. "That tickles."

"Wait a minute," Plaz says, tucking the samples away into his body to protect them.

"Where'd that cat come from? How do you know it's not full of monkeypox or something?"

She offers him a rueful grin. "Honestly, sugar? I don't. But I already got bit by one of those crazy animals back there. Might as well go all in if I'm gonna go out strapped to a hospital bed frothin' at the mouth, I figure." She turns her head to look down at the critter on her shoulder. "Li'l guy found that notebook for me. Seems pretty intelligent for a Warner Brothers refugee."

There is an almost derisive noise from under her hair in Plaz's direction.

It looks back up at Zinda as she looks down and blinks innocently with a whisker twitch.

Plaz raises an eyebrow.

"Looks like one of those gay gophers."

That almost makes her laugh. "Looks like the critter's already got you figured." Okay, maybe she'll chance a brief pet of its head. "Gotta admit he's cute though, even if he does got monkeypox." She then turns her attention back to the computer, to see if she can manage to pull up anything useful.

Plaz stretches his neck to look over her shoulder.

"I called it. Pornopalooza, and given his animal fetish, I really don't want to probe that too deeply... And hey, look, more coded gibberish crap."

She grins back up at him. "He already did all the probin', if we go by your interpretation of things." She gestures at the notebook. "Maybe it's related to the cipher in there."

It had gone into a quiet little wiggle when she petted it then settled back down to watch what they were doing. It can respond to what it's owner wants but at the moment they seem to be doing okay on fulfilling that on their own.

Good, watch, wait, help, be cute....

She pauses to reach for a USB flash drive in another pocket, then absently scritches the small animal behind what she hopes is its ear. "So what else do we got in this li'l shop of horrors?" she murmurs, half to herself.

"I'm guessing we've got enough to make the gubmint happy on this front. All we gotta do now is find the guy and the lost crew, right?"

A thumb jerks to the elevator at the back of the lab.

"Anyone know where that dumbwaiter goes?"

Ben looked askance at the cute animal. "I don't like this." he said. "Ditch the animal then we'll discuss future plans."

Zinda lofts an eyebrow at him as she withdraws the small device and puts it back in a zippered pocket in her jacket. Doing things with one hand free isn't much fun, but it's relieving the strain on her shoulder. "It ain't as if he can tell anyone. Not verbal-like, anyway." Feeling restless, she gets up from the seat at the workstation and goes to get a closer look at the sleeper tubes.

"In a world with living cartoons and people who can assume animal traits at will, why assume that someone won't be able to interrogate the squirrel thing?" he asked.

"I gotta say, I think I'm with Tigger on this one. There's no telling WHAT that fuzzball's carrying."

Plaz is off by the elevator, trying to stretch his head into the shaft to get a bead on where it goes.

Zinda sighs as she looks over the tubes - creepy as hell, she thinks, and definitely getting not-so-fun flashbacks just being near them. "Fine, you try tellin' it to scoot."

Her gun hand brushes over one of the pods, morbid curiosity more than anything forcing her to look. Then she peers a little more closely.

She inhales sharply. "Oh, hell."

Owner wants something, wants to know what's here. Sliding down her arm (after looking at the two who are not it's owner and don't like it carefully) it burrows under the papers on the lab counter and shakes.

Papers slide and fall on the floor while it turns a donut trilling for Zinda's attention.

When she looks it has one paw on a monitor showing Cassie pacing back and forth. Next to the monitor is a paper taped up with codes on it.

Trill, trill, trill, look, look, look.

"Now that right there is a sign that that's no ordinary squirrel-thing." he said dubiously, looking at the monitor.

"Don't trust it. Think it's a setup. Lock it in a cage and let's keep moving."

It's beginning to get alarmed and it looks at Zinda letting out a completely pathetic little whimper.

Waves of 'protect me' hit her with the sound.

"And it just understood me. Anyone gonna have a problem if I lock the rodent up?" he asked, looking at the rodent in question with something of a menacing air.

"I think I found one of the first team," she notes, staring at the pod for some moments before tearing her eyes away to look at what the critter's up to.

The monitor gets her attention, and she moves back across the room to get a better look -- and putting herself between Tiger and the fuzzbutt at the same time.

"Hold onto your government-issued underwear for a second, hot stuff," she says, pointing at the moving figure on the screen. "That's Wonder Girl. Where the hell is she?"

Scamper from monitor to the papers and back a few times scattering more of the papers off of the table. That question is harder than it can figure out without just leading them there.

Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly

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