warehouse 13 (IC)

[Mytical]

While Leena is still there "Thank you for the food." He is nothing if not polite. After his food break he will fill Artie in on what he has found so far.

[Tyg3rW01f]

Josiah stalked off the plane into the terminal of Dulles International with Sam in the lead, and his signature ModGear backpack on his back.
Ever the light-packer, Josiah had packed his laptop and three days' clothes. He was wearing a bomber jacket that was too battered to be less than much-beloved, black Carhartt double-knee pants, a serviceable casual button-front shirt, his trusty Red Wings on his feet, and both his SIG and his 1911 in a new, custom, double-holster shoulder harness.
At yet another checkpoint, Josiah flashed his badge, again.
"Remind me --again-- WHICH can of worms has the President dragging MY happy ass into this "wretched hive of scum and villainy"? You DO realize Obi-wan wasn't talking about Mos Eisley, but about THIS hellhole when he said that, right?"

[Sarlon]

"Well for some reason my former boss, head of the secret service, doesn't take to kindly to me saying that their intel was less then stellar, and that YOU, managed to dig up some dirt, put some random pieces together and point out a POSSIBLE assissination plot."

She flashes her own badge at the gate, talks to the counter man for a moment, then shouts "What do you mean my reservation has been canceled?! I was garunteed a...."

At that moment, an older gentleman in a crisp black suit, a light beard and laughing grey eyes, pops up behind samara.

"Hey sammie! long time no see, seems you are in a bit of a pickle. Need a ride?"

Josiah can swear for about 2 heartbeats that Samara is not flushing from embaressment, but from tightly controled anger. Two more heart beats later she turns slowly, and josiah is suddenly finding the floor/ceiling/random passerby the most interesting thing in the world, as her clipped words creep out of her mouth.

"You....you....arrogent no good son of a nalikea! How...you know what...no...I don't want an answer. Listen, I'm as happy to be here as you are to have to see me again, I'm sure. I'm here to do my job, and get back to REAL work. This is my consultant, Agent Wembly, he works for me and answers only to me, understood? He'll follow orders if its in his best interests to remain helpful and healthy." She flicks a glance to Josiah quickly, before speaking again. "Alright lets get out of here, sooner we get this done sooner I can leave this ancients forsaken town."

She flicks her backpack to her back and slides the silver canister, with the goo inside, over her shoulder. Josiah will notice, the bemused smirk on the older man's face, as he chuckles and rolls his eyes.

"She is always like this...I'd of thought her retirement would of mellowed her out some."

[Tyg3rW01f]

"It's Agent Wembly, jackass, and you don't know her very well at all, do you? I've seen her ruin a person's life for LESS than calling her what you did. Oh, and before you say anything, SAM is my boss. To YOU and the putz you work for, I give information if it amuses me. This is MY case, MINE! You interfere or move in and make MY job more difficult than it needs to be, I will make certain the World knows YOU are nothing more than a cockroach in a REALLY worthless, piece-of-shit suit."
Josiah stalked several steps to Sam's other shoulder.
The older man muttered to Sam, "What anti-federal bug crawled up HIS ass?!"

[Sarlon]

The older man's smile never leaves his face as he leads them to a rather ordinary looking car. He opens the trunk for their luggage and slides into the drivers side, Samara taking the front seat.

As they slide into WAshington traffic, Samara closes her eyes and leans her head back.

The man driving them keeps up a running monolouge as he updates them on what they have found out and are currently doing.

"So...Agent Wembly is it? I hear say that you're the one that put the entire security team for the president into a snit...good job...If Sammie is vouching for you I'll follow your lead, we've got a briefing here at 1800 hours. You will be telling a few heads of state, the president, and the director of the FBI all you know. hope your up for it."

(note time is 1500)

[Tyg3rW01f]

"If that's the official list, then it's guaranteed I might as well just tell the militia who's harboring this girl that you're planning on going after her with the world's worst half-assed piece-of-shit Charlie-Foxtrot ever devised," Josiah snarled.
"The botched Hanoi Rescue? Flushed down the toilet because a Head of State had his aide take notes, and the aide got high and blabbed to a friend who was a Communist spy masquerading as a teacher," He continued.
"In other words, I brief the President, Sam, and myself; and the President stays in a bunker until I tell him it's safe to come out."
When the man protested, Josiah verbally jumped him. "CHOOSE AN OPTION! You can cut the list of people in the meeting to me, Sam, and the President, or you can let the entire fucking government know, mount eight failed operations to get this girl, and the president still eats a bullet from her rifle. PICK ONE!"

[Sarlon]

The man pauses for a moment, then Sam speaks up before he can say anything, "Josiah, give him a break....I'll agree to that list, with one exception. Special Agent Holdwell sits in as well, trust me."

Before Josiah can say anything, they pull into an underground parking garage, and park. Samara gets out rubbing her eyes, and Josiah swears shes aged 10 years by the haunted look in her eyes, and the sudden weariness. The moment passes quickly as she pulls her things out of the trunk and hands him his.

"Tad, go ahead we'll be along shortly...."

Samara waits till hes well out of sight and walking through a set of double doors.

"I'm not going to order you on this Josiah, but I'm going to politely request it. Agent Holdwell, was my mentor when I first joined the secret service, hes forgotten more then I've learned about many things, I'm not saying you two become drinking buddies, but treat him with the same respect you treat me."

With that she turns in the direction that the agent went towards and walks off.

An hour or so later, Josiah finds himself, Sam, and Holdwell escorted into a room deep underground, the door sealed behind them. Inside sits a long conference table, with many many empty chairs around it save for one, which holds a man that Josiah instantly recognizes as the President.

He stands as they enter, and though he smiles its definately strained. Samara introduces Josiah properly.

"Sir, Agent Wembly is conducting this briefing, he'll fill you in with what hes found out."

With that she takes a seat and stretches her leg out onto the seat of an ajoining chair, Josiah knowing thats the leg she had been stabbed in less then a month ago.

[Sarlon]

Meanwhile....back at the warehouse

Ted has spent most of the day with Artie going over records, comparing notes, and have found over 8 DOZEN missing or misplaced artifacts.

Artie sits back and sighs heavily running both hands through his hair, "well...this has never happened on this big of scale before. I've been worried something like this might happen some day, just hope the regents don't think we need to move the warehouse."

[Mytical]

"The bigger question is who, and how. How does somebody come in here and move 8 dozen of these things without causing suspicion?"

[Sarlon]

((ok...getting to tired for my own good...took me 6 times reading that to make it make sense))

"Its been just me and Leena for a while holdin this place down, Samara's out in the field and in washington so much. All "offical" government records say we are an IRS tax record storage. We've had problems in the past with things being taken, but we've mostly gotten them back."

Artie glances over at the computer, which is scrolling nonsense by at rates to fast to comprehend, "I've got someone helping scan news feeds and looking for strange and unusual things happening, trying to narrow down some leads. Might mean you going out into the field alone."

[Mytical]

Ted nods. "I think I work best alone anyhow. I am a solitary animal. Just let me know where and when."

[Tyg3rW01f]

Josiah set up his computer, linked it with the wall monitor, and turned back to the President. "I apologize for the delay; I wasn't given more than the flight over to get this put together."
Josiah took what looked like a cellphone out of his pocket. "While the computer and wall monitor play nice for the next 10 seconds, I have to do this. Agent Holdwell, this isn't any sort of dangerous device; it's just an electronic Orkin Man."
So saying, Josiah set the device down and pressed a button. Suddenly, the electronic eyes and ears in the room went painfully to snow and static. His paranoia soothed and petted, Josiah smiled.
"There. Now that no one outside this room will know a damn thing, Mr. President, what you are about to see and hear is for you, Agent Holdwell and these four walls alone. As those of us who actually pay attention to history know, the Battle of Sharpsburg/Anteitam was lost because a staff officer used Order 191 to wrap his lost cigars. Kursk was lost because some nitwit private knew too much when he went to take a piss. Mohammed Aidid escaped capture in 1993 and hundreds of American lives were lost because Senators on the Hill knew what they never should have heard in the first damned place."
The President snarled, "If you mean to imply..."
"I imply nothing. I STATE. I state that GOVERNMENT is the dumbest and the worst, not the brightest and best. Mr. President, I am a former FACTORY-WORKER, and I copped to this woman's antics a full TWO DAYS before your Security Chief even got a WHIFF. Consider that a moment, and start being very afraid. Now, to the background you need to know in order to understand just how frayed the thread attaching you to this Mortal Coil is."

[Sarlon]

Samara whos sitting further down the table, and behind the line of sight of the president, coughs into her hand, and catching Josiah's eye he can see the dancing merriment in her eyes.

The briefing goes on smoothly from there, Holdwell interupting (politely) a few times to ask a suprisingly intelligent question or asking for clarifacation in direct regards to something he was speaking on.

When Josiah finishes, the president has slumped low in his chair, his face pale and drawn. Samara wakes from a doze, and stretches.

"So what exactly do you have planned Agent Wembly?"

[Tyg3rW01f]

"Feed their paranoia. Keep acting clueless and panicked; that ought to be extremely easy as its your normal state of affairs. Jewel Fenton and the Constituional State Militia, if they act like I would, are very likely smoke in the wind. Still, you have a SEAL Team stationed in Hawaii; get them to go in, check things out, again feeding the paranoia of this group. You WANT these people to believe you are so panicked you'll do anything to snuff them out."
Josiah breathed, turning back to the image of the base in Kuai, Hawaii. "Warn the SEALs to EXPECT resistance in the extreme. You're talking the best we have facing at least a battallion."
Josiah looked at Sam, "Meanwhile, Sam and I will be hunting Jewel specifically."
Holdwell cut in, "Whoa, wait. This woman is all alone. What manner of damage can she possibly do?"
Josiah blinked, then walked over. "Mr. President, would you please stand beside Sam? Thank you." When the President was in place, Josiah took out his SIG, his 1911, a Ka-Bar knife, and his back-up pistol, laying them all on the table.
"Agent Holdwell, I am the moderator of the largest conspiracy theory web-forum in the world, I do not approve of the President's politics, and I managed to get all of this hardware, plus fifty rounds of ammunition, through 15 security checkpoints, and be within fifty feet of the President of the United States for over an hour."
Josiah let that sink in, "All Jewel has to do is get within 1200 yards, and lay the crosshairs of that rifle on the President. The rifle will do the rest."
He packed away all his weaponry, cleared up his materials. "Think about it... Sam, may we go home now? Idiots bore me."

[Sarlon]

Holdwell walks out of the room after releasing the seal, speaking on his cell phone almost immediately, talking rapidly to someone and is soon out of hearing range.

Samara stands and stretches, "Josiah I'll be helping handle security here on the ground. I'll get you hooked up with electric ears, so you can hear plans as they happen when we get this together. I may be retired but I have more experience with this then you do. I need you looking for her directly to bag and tag, and GTFO, we want her alive at all costs. Mind waiting outside for a few minutes? Then we'll get some dinner and a place to crash."

Samara closes the door behind him, and hes given a look over by two marines flanking the door, before being fully ignored again. 10 minutes later Samara walks out smiles tiredly to him and leads him down a different hallway from wence they came in, and leading him out onto the street level 5 minutes later.

"Good job, though you really do need to check the attitude with these guys...even i know when to draw the line."