Some Days You Can't Get Rid of a Bomb - RPLOG

Participants

• Ebreus
• Gwyn
• Khaybat
• Meenah
• Sensuen
• Vila

Date

20/3/2018

Log

It's quiet tonight, here on the outskirts of Fairhaven's safe zone. 2nd and Main, the site of what was once promised to be a grand place for those who couldn't afford the costs of rooming in a place like the Red Court or the Zephyr building. The Fairhaven Arms. Three months ago, construction started on this grand vision. But now... It's deserted. Abandoned, save for one man. A stallion in every sense of the word with chestnut fur, a flowing golden mane tucked up into his bright blue hardhat, and a patch on his coveralls that reads "Mike Dorado". The contractor of this job, and the man who's desperately turned to California's best agents for aid. The best that were willing to work for free, that is. He leans against a fencepost, chain-smoking cheap cigarettes and watching, shifty-eyed, for those who answered his call to show.

The mousette was quick to respond to any call of duty, especially when people were endangered or exposed to crude enviroments. When she got the M.O. about someone needing able-bodied workers to help finish construction she was more than hasty to gather all necessary medical supplies among a few other necessary tools n' gadgets she might need. Heck she even brought a tent in case construction went through the night...Although what the mausy-medic was not expecting was to be the first their, it ate at her faith a little bit to be greeted by the sight of a chain smoking stallion who had a bit of a sketchy look to himself.. "Erh...Are you the one who put the call out for help-- Like with the construction and everything..." Meenah's gaze seems to fall upon the name badge he wears oh-so proudly, a grin spreadin gover her lips. This had to be the guy she was looking for right? "Erh, Mike can I get one of those...I'm guessing I'm the first one here, I was kind of hoping there'd be a crowd by the time I'd show up..."

Ebreus strides down the road toward the location the call said to come to help. Seeing the stalion and the mouse he smiles and breaks into a bit of a jog down the remaining stretch of road. A bit of exercise in the cool weather was nice. "Hello." he says, "This is the place right? To help with making some housing I mean." the Hellhound clarifies, a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye, maybe it's hard to tell with Hellhounds since their eyes glow crimson all the time, clearly not disuaded seeing the stalion chain smoking.

Khaybat ends up coming to help cause she's a nice bleat that way! Plus she isn't quite /that/ domed in the middle either. On the other hand she can't help enjoying getting outdoors either. Just as Ebreus goes to arrive he hears a likely familiar bleat come from behind and has her clinging to his side.

Gwyn was flying low using only her rotors, and relatively nearby when she received the message for help on her comm device. With a swift turn, she detoured to the location, figuring that 'able-bodied' included her. She lands on the other side of the street, marching over with a few swift steps, noticing the Impala, Hellhound, Mouse, and the Stallion. Standing a few feet behind the others, she lowers her head down to the Stallion, noticing his patch on his overalls. "Mike! Hi, Mike. You were looking for help?" She turns her gaze to the others, turning her head over her shoulder. "Oh, sorry! I didn't notice you all. Are you here to help too?"

Sensuen walks onto what looks like a job site, this reminds her of when her parents would drive by seemingly endlessly incomplete roadwork when they were all driving around to wherever back before p-day. The sea angel is nonetheless ready to work to the best of her ability, free or not she'd like to see this project done, especially if it's housing. Sen seems to be among a crowd of the like-minded here though, and because many hands lighten heavy workloads, this project might get done faster. Sen is far more impressed by the people around her than herself though, especially considering that, is that a sentient plane? Huh, now Sen's sure she's seen everything.

The stallion flashes an easy smile to the assembled group, seeming to be sizing them all up. "Well," He begins, in a deep, definitively Californian voice. "When I was calling for folks to come help me out with my little issue, I wasn't expecting such a..." His voice stops for a moment and he seems to consider his words. "Diverse group of people." Special attention is paid to the giant airplane woman. "Some better suited to this job than others. Ah well, ya get what ya pay for I suppose." With a flick of his fingers the stallion tosses his lit cigarette to the ground and stomps it out with a twist of his hoof. "Gotta say though, I think some of ya might be misunderstanding my reason for calling you here in the middle of the night. Follow me to my trailer, I'll explain there." His brush of a tail swishes a bit as he opens up the privacy fence to show the inside. "Guess I'll, uh, open a window so the big lady can hear."

Meenah seems a little more than taken aback as the gathering suddenly grows larger by the second before suddenly even a plane lady is in the mix, how did this even happen... The mouse was so stunned and lockedin thought she barely noticed what conversation wwas going on around her, only sucked back to reality by the stallions actions. All she could do as the object of addiction was tossed to the ground and stopped on, urging a huff from the mouse. "Well you called us here to help with construction right?.." The medical mausette lifts a brow questioningly before adjusting the heavy backpack she was hauling on her shoulders, it seemed overstuffed and even had a rather compact flamethrower attached by a thick leather strap. "And I better get a smoke once we get there." She prods the stallions chest as she paces by him and into the fence he so recently decided to hold open for them. "Yeah, you've got some reeeeal explaining to do..." The mousette accentuates her tone of voice by flicking her gaze between the stallion himself and the strange plane lady. Moments later she's turning back to the group with a weary smile. "What a rag-tag group we've got here huh?"

Ebreus hums an inquisitive note as the stalion says that there may have been a misunderstanding of the call that brought them here. He walks in as they're shown inside, "A misunderstanding, well then how about you explain what the job is in clear detail then?" he suggests. He grins wide enough to show his pearly whites and adds, "Besides we'd have to know what needs done to do it."

Khaybat on the other hand seems to be having a hard time not oogling the stallion on the other hand! She couldn't help herself after Otto spoiled her by sharing his zebra love with her. When they go into the home thogh the doe doesn't seem to notice her tail is fanning her interest at the equine. Then again she's so used to her seemingly endless heat she doesn't tend to notice when her tail does these things. Especially when she's trying to listen to the pony tell them what they're supposed to be doing!

Gwyn cocks her head and frowns as she turns back to Mike, listening to him as he describes that she may not understand what the job is. "Uh... Y'know, I guess we'll just have to find out..." She watches him and the others as they go towards his trailer, clearly still confused. "Yeah, no kidding, Ms. Mouse... Thank you Mike! Uh, for the window." She says softer than usual, her mouth turning into pursed expression as she waits for one to open. With a huff, she takes a step closer, resting her head against the side of the trailer and staring blankly off into space.

Sensuen just follows along with the smaller people to the trailer for an clarification of what exactly they're all to do on this jobsite. Sen just walks into the trailer without a word after she's been invited, the sea angel will need directions on what to do just like everyone else here won't she?

It's not a lot of walking to reach the prefabricated building. Just a quick jaunt past a couple vintage-looking bulldozers and a truck that looks like it was taken straight from a National Guard depot. Dorado leads them all inside and flicks on the lightswitch to reveal a drafting table with blueprints hastily shoved aside to make room for two items. One, a piece of paper with a handwritten message on it, showing clear signs of having been folded in a couple places. The other, a package covered in brown craft paper, with a few wires poked into it and a small diode. "Well, ladies and gentlemen. This is the reason the Fairhaven arms hasn't been under construction. The letter we got a few weeks back, threatening to blow up the job site if the construction wasn't stopped. I thought it was nothing, of course, until I found this." He taps a single digit on the package. "Sure looks like a bomb to me. Now, I didn't want word of this getting out, or it might cause a panic, or worse, get my funding pulled. Still, I got a duty to my people, so I made up an excuse about budget cuts and told 'em to take a few days off. Then I put up that posting. Thought you agent types could handle this discreetly." He lets out a big long sigh, then gestures to the table. "So... I guess... handle it?"

Meenah couldn't help but start laughing rather hysterically at all of this, obviously to her this was a big OLD joke! "Hahhahaha! Really? You expect me to believe that's a bomb? How do you know it's not wired to blow right now, and why would you gather us all in here at once around it! To me this all sounds very much like some bullshit! Or a very odd assassination plot..." The mousette's gaze is stuck on the rather non-descript looking box. "And how many times have you already moved it? Do you know how dangerous that is...Obviously we should just take it somewhere remote if that's an option or bury it."

Ebreus stairs at the package for a moment before turning his gaze back to the stallion, "Mind if I take a closer look at it? Tech is a strongsuit of mine. I should be able to take it apart without too much difficulty." He chuckles a bit as the mouse points out how the stallion knows nothing of how to treat a bomb and continues, "Yeah... tampering with bomb-like objects, as we havent determined wether or not it really is a bomb, without the right skills is generally a crazy idea." he says. He sighs and continues, "Beyond that whomever made it could make more so that's more we'll have to do if construction is to be compleated."

The stallion man nods, taking a couple of tentative steps back. When the mouse woman points out just how foolish an idea it was to move the thing by himself and then invite all of them inside, his eyes grow wide, and he clearly seems to understand the gravity of the situation. "I, uh, I didn't think of that. I mean, if you've done something like this before, please... please do it."

Khaybat on the other hand seems to be trying not to stare at the stallion! It's really hard though with how handsome he is! When talk of how foolish it was to move it though the doe looks rather unsure what the others are talking about. She doesn't understand bombs!

Gwyn immediately turns her head to look in the window with alarm at the word "Bomb." She rests one of her hands on the trailer, it creaking under her considerable weird, and her pursed expression turns immediately into a grimmace. "Well... If it is a bomb, and if ya'll can't defuse it, I guess I could just... Dump it somewhere. But then we'd have to worry about collateral... Besides, that wouldn't be exactly 'discrete'. We do need to find whomever made it, regardless of how we deal with it." She peers in the window, giving the stallion a searching look.

Sensuen nods, nods indeed at the prospect of this being a bomb. Sen just casually walks right out of the trailer, which could of course become shrapnel at the explosion. And yes, the construction site, if the building is sturdy enough to take the blast, might be the best immediate cover around. But since Sen doesn't feel like being crushed, she just walks a fair way out of the way of the trailer and starts digging a foxhole with her spade, for herself, not the bomb.

Ebreus nods, "Alright. Well everyone evacuate the trailer and I'll take apart the bomb." he says and gives everyone time to get clear. He steps up to the bomb and looks it over carefully. He carefully removes the casing and says to himself. "A simple one..." He takes a deep, calming, breath and disconnects a few wires and fully disassembles the bomb into it's components before calling, "Alright, bombs in pieces. You can come back."

Sensuen keeps an ear out when someone starts talking, her foxhole is half finished and she's somewhat anxious about the threat of an explosion, or shrapnel in anywhere, as many arrowheads or fish hooks as it may make when dug out. The sea angel turns her head over to the trailer and cups an ear with a tentacle to hear 'defused' and so walks back, sheathing her spade on her belt loop for another day's use.

Khaybat goes all ;_; faced when told to leave and when told to come back inside she still looks a little sad-eyed. The doe really didn't know anything about explosives other than Otto seemed to like to use them on things.

Gwyn removed her head from the trailer as Erebus told them to leave as he defuses the bomb. Rather than obey his orders, she holds onto the trailer gently but fiercely, her intense stare on it. She has an instinctual response to try to hurl the thing as far as she can, but she doesn't act on it. She breaths a sigh of relief and releases the trailer as she is told it is disarmed, and she lowers her head towards it once again so that she may listen in. She smiles a bit, happy the immediate threat is gone.

Meenah can't help but start to hysterically laugh again, she's starting to sound like an absolute maniac at this point! Before long she's on her ass rolling with her heavy bags of equipment. "Oh LORD are you kidding me? I got out of bed for this!! That was hardly a bomb, it shoulda exploded when you tapped it Mr. Horse man." Eventually the medical mause ends up back on her feet, approaching the Stallion with an almost sadistic looking grin. "Alright, you at least owe me a cigarette after putting us all through that. I got all prepped up and everything ready to help you guys build straigh through the night! And if that would've been an expertly made explosive device we'd all be toast. Hey before you completely scrap it let me try to gather a sample of D.N.A. or something off of it. We might be able to find out who did this or maybe what they look like..." She tosses a glance to Eb before turning back to the stallion and extending a paw, patiently waiting for her cancer-stick.

Sheepishly, Dorado reaches into the breast pocket of his coveralls and pulls out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes. Taking one for himself, he hands the last one to Meenah, shoulders pulled up in cowed defeat. With a flick of a flip lighter and a puff of cancerous smoke, the stallion finally seems to relax. "I mean, mouse lady has a point. I mean, this bomb may have been simple enough, but what happens when our bomber knows they've failed? They might try something even more drastic. Hell, they might even come down here and shoot up the place." He takes another drag and lets out a ragged cough. "Take a look at the bomb, the note too, see whatcha can get from them, I guess. I mean, if I could, I woulda done this all myself."

Meenah carefully slides her satchel from her shoulders after having carefully placed the gifted cigarette between her lips. "Thank you very much Mike!~ Now everyone don't touch anything, I'm about to pursue some very delicate work...Try not to smudge anything on that note until I dust it." As she finishes that statement she seems to be busy herself extracting a few basic supplies you could find in any Med. Lab, more specifically the Finger-dusting powder which is chemically formulated to stick to the oil/residues left behind from the simplest of touches. The mousette also took some time to retrieve what almost looked like a small makeup brush. After collecting these items she slid open the side-pouch of her pack which conveniently held latex gloves, which she hastily slid on before taking hold of the aforementioned note and carefully un-folding it. The mouse seemed shock, giving it a good long stare she knew this wasn't ink, it was heavily coagulated blood on paper...Gross was one of the first thoughts to go through her head as she examined the not, but she took the time to read it, that is if it was at all legible in any way. Not even a split second later she dumping the finger-dusting powder all over the note and carefully brushing it away with the sterile brush. What was left behind was a series of fingerprints, thankfully they were rather easily made out and could be seen spotting the note all over. "Alright looks like we have a hit already...This thing is covered in prints and written in blood...Who the hell did you piss off building this place Mike?" She pulls a small lighter from the breast-pocket of her CSAT patterned Medical Officer's uniform, lifting it to her lips so she could light the cigarette that'd been stuck between them for so long.

Ebreus shakes his head when Dorado seems defeated. "We'll deal with the bomber. They won't be shooting up the place because they'll either be aprehended or on the run soon." he says reassuringly to the constriction worker. He waits for the mousette to finish her examination of the letter quietly and then when she explains it's in blood and coated in fingerprints he chimes in, "So good news our bomber is amaturish to an extreme and bad news he seems as crazy as he his amaturish?" he asks. He sighs and shakes his head, "Well sounds like you've got DNA evidence... is coagulated blood usable for DNA evidence? And prints. So we should be able to find 'im."

Meanwhile Khaybat goes to look from side to side and, seeing everybody is currently busy, moves over totwards where the stallion is. Not being able to vocally hit on him she goes for a more direct approach and ends up squishing him into her boobies!

Gwyn shifts uncomfortably, looking into the window now to see Meenah examining the note. She frowns, struggling to both listen in and peer in simultaneously. She doesn't know much about forensic science, but she can at the very least make educated guesses as to what happened. She nods briefly at the mention of the saboteur being an amateur before her head turns to look at Mike. "Blood? Did you build over a nest or something?" She accuses, and if she had visible eyes, they would narrow at him. She also gives the same look to Khaybat, clearly not accustomed to such a prominent display of sexuality.

Sensuen walks in to hear that they can ID the suspect who made the bomb and maybe wrote the note, indicating they'd catch whoever this terrorist was. Sen says. "Good thing it didn't blow up. I don't think I could have dug fast enough for more people to fit."

The stallion is about to speak when suddenly he gets a faceful of impala breast! Flailing and struggling for air, he manages to extract the amorous Khaybat and gasp, catching his breath again. Now visibly flustered and just a bit aroused, Dorado returns his attention to more pressing matters. "Um... yeah... anyway, uh, there's... a few people it could be? There's a fox guy I fired just before the bomb threat came, he might've done it. A coupla loiterers we've had to chase off - a spider girl and a skunk girl. Other than that, I can't think of anyone." At the suggestion of having built the Arms on a hive, Mike gives a shake of his head. "I mean, no? Not unless the Zephyr suits who gave us the permit fucked up."

Meenah can't help but snerk at the idea of Zephyr screwing up yet again, something she'd grown accustomed for working for them. The mouse barely paying any mind to Mike 'cept for when he started to list primary suspects, she even leaned down to give the note a few casual sniffs and a closer glance trying to identify the blood. After all she's only seem about a thousand different types of blood at this point, how hard could it really be! Apparently very as she had trouble identifying it herself, not even aware of what species it could be at least not without more advanced tests nearby. "Well unless someone off hand knows what color spiders blood is I'm pretty sure we're at a nearly dead end, by the look of it the color isn't normally blue. At least not inside the body, it's definitely gone through a hue shift due to oxidation... We should have someone stand guard duty while we talk, the enemy could be scouting us out right now. Of all times now is not the time to get distrated by sexual tendencies..." She clears her throat affirmingly before tossing a glance at both Mike and Khay, taking a few long drags off her cigarette before reaching into her bag and pulling out a sterile Zip-lock and dropping the note inside.

Ebreus hums, "I recall horseshue crabs have blue blood but I don't think spiders do." he comments. Noticing Khaybat and Mike getting destracted he shakes his head at their antics then returns to the matter at hand, "So the blood isn't helpful... is there anything to be learned from their form or is the best we can do interrogating the likely suspects?" he asks.

Not about to easily let the other hoovy get away from things Khaybat makes to hug him from behind and rubs her paws over where his sheath is swelling against his pants without actually reaching inside them. She was trying to give them a hint she wanted to play when they're done!

Gwyn sighs, clearly knowing who should go on guard duty, given she was already outside. "Who knows what the color might be, since we don't know their strain of nanites... I'll guard, I'm outside, anyways." She stands up to her full height, no longer able to hear the conversation well, but gaining a wide view of the construction site and the nearby street. She slowly pans her head left and right, keeping the door to the trailer out of the corner of her eye as she makes sure that nothing approaches. For added protection, she blocks the majority of the door with her foot on the ground, trying to ensure nothing sneaks in.

Sensuen looks outside, the unobservant sea angel isn't very perceptive, but can defend from a distance. Sen thinks a bit and asks, "Do you need a markswoman too? I can set up my rifle on a stable platform. Better than nothing I suppose." wondering if she could act as a sniper to Gwyn doing the spotting

The stallion finishes off his cigarette and discards the butt in a filthy looking ashtray. With a bit of a nervous laugh, he tenses up when the impala aggressively grabs at his crotch. It takes him a while for his thoughts to re-center after such an aggressive display. "You and I are gonna have to have a talk later, miss. Say, tomorrow night when this is all over?" He gives her a little wink before turning to the others. "Well anyway, my money

"My money is on the fox. Guy named Lawson. Never really seemed like the dangerous type, but then he was really quiet. And you know those loner types."

Meenah seems rather stumped as of now, and could be seen rubbing at the underside of her chin as she pondered the suspects and possible motives. "Well it wont matter for too long, I'll be sure this evidence gets in the hands of the right people.. Like I said someone should really be keeping an eye out for them now in case we're being watched or followed, or hell how are we even sure there aren't more bombs?" She gives a deep sigh, rubbing at her temples as she began to stuff a few things back into her bag. "I know someone with law enforcement connections so I can definitely get some REAL investigators on this... I'm really nothing other than a field-medic!" The mouse takes a few more long drags off her cigarette before tossing the butt of it casually out the window, seconds later she's in the process of removing her latex gloves. "We need to find a motive..."

Ebreus shrugs, "We don't know there's no more bombs. All we can do is make reasonable conclusions from the information we do have... and so far with a crude bomb and evidence laden note my money is on it being an amature. So I doubt there's more bombs or that the bomber planted more." he says. He takes a breath and continues, "As for motive it seems Mike explained several people have some motive though just what immediently comes to mind might not be everything."

Khaybat blushes rather brightly when the stallion tells her that they can play after tomorrow when they meet again. The doe listens as the others talk about what they're going to do though she can't seem to keep from rubbing her paws up and down the stallion's chest. It's not even really trying to be kinky; she just likes how plush his fur is! Hers is just so short.

Gwyn can hardly hear the conversation being held down below, only bits and pieces. She hears Sensuen offer to be something, and something about "REAL investigators", but otherwise hears nothing. Her head stops its mechanical pivoting, her bending over to peer upside-down through the window. "Ms. Jellyfish, did you want to help?" She moves her foot slightly away from the door, just enough for it to be able to open again. She stands back up, offering her hand at a slight incline for Sensuen to climb on if she so chooses, returning to her scanning of the surroundings.

Sensuen nods to Gwyn and says, "I suppose I'd like to check things out, though I didn't exactly train to spot people from a distance." and climbs up onto Gwyns hand before she adds. "My name's Sensuen by the way can I ask you for yours?."

Gwyn lifts Sensuen up rather casually, attempting to keep her hand as flat as possible so that she won't stumble. Her other hands rest on her hips. She looks to her with surprise. "Oh! Nobody usually asks me that. Hi, Sensuen! I'm Gwyn. I would shake your hand, but uh..." She gestures to the task at hand, along with the fact she would have to shake her finger instead. With introductions out of the way, she once again raises her head, scanning the scenery around her for any motion, keeping a watchful eye on the door. She blocks it once again with her metal foot, making it only able to open partially.

"Well, I mean, I said I wanted to keep this quiet, and getting the K9s involved would absolutely not do that. I don't wanna lose this contract. Please. Just..." Mike's eyes are weary, the stress of the night having taken a lot out of the poor stallion. "I dunno. I'm honestly not cut out for this sort of thing. I just wanted to do my job, damn it. Not get roped into some kind of revenge plot or anything. Twenty years I've been doing this. Twenty." The impala's hand on his chest only exacerbates the man's frustration and anxiety.

Meenah offers a yawn along with a slight smile. "Well listen, I can't make any promises but if you want this building to stay safe and protected we need to inform someone with the necessary resources to handle something like this. Personally I'm not too keen on letting some bomber go around filling out some sadistic fantasy of blowing some innocent people to smitherines. "Just think about it like this, what if it was your family within proximity of the next possible bomb. OR maybe even a lover or a child? It makes me sick to the pit of my stomach just thinking about it. So I'm at least getting one trust-worthy dog of the law involved. I'm sure he can work with discretion but... You should know this endangers a lot more than just this construction site and ourselves.." The mousette only turns to give Mike a glare, as if she didn't really care what his next words might be. "And if you've been doing it twenty years it's all the more reason for us to return things back to normal for you and your union. But nothing's going to happen if you sit here worrying about the what ifs instead. Your name doesn't have to be on any paper-work Mike, you can still remain completely anonymous. But mark my words we WILL find whoever did this and make them pay the price." After speaking with quite a bit of intensity to her voice she finally slows down to a halt, instead taking a much needed deep breath before standing back to her feet and sliding her pack back onto her shoulders. "If you don't get what I'm trying to say it's that we could all lose much more than this contract if someone gets blown up because of our in-action. So what will it be Mike, do you trust the crew you brought here on the premise of lies and deceit whom still helped you defuse an assumedly very ACTIVE bomb...Or are you just going to try and sweep it under the rug so you can pretend there's not an elephant in the room."

Ebreus sighs and looks over the dismantled bomb as Meenah explains to Mike that there's significantly more important things than his contract on the line here. He nods to himself as Meenah lets Mike know the police are going to be involved wether he likes it or not and when she's finished her speach he turns around to look at the stalion, "Honestly I'm not sure how much more we could even do. We'd need to be able to find all the likely suspects and be able to effectively interrogate them at this point given we don't have the tools to properly examine the acquired evidence. So you know where the loiterers whent off to?"

The gazelle goes ._. when the stallion doesn't seem ot like her kneadypawing him and goes to stop before wandering over towards the rest of the group.

Gwyn looks down towards the trailer, beginning to hear a lot of loud chatter from Meenah. She silently lowers the hand Sensuen is on, herself crouching to get closer, while still keeping a view of the surroundings. She can still hardly hear as Meenah drills into the soul of the stallion, putting his emotive response of pride into perspective, but she hopes that Sensuen can at least, being lowered almost directly in front of the window. She nudges her foot closer to the door, making sure that if the stallion did try to flee from his newfound commitment to the livelihood of others, he would find himself unable to.

Sensuen can indeed hear but asks Gwyn to put her down, perhaps so she can have an impact on the conversation at hand, perhaps she doesn't need to, but she does have skill in this, at least some of it, more than she has watching out for threats anyway.

Gwyn hears Sensuen's desire to help, nodding gravely with approval. Rather than letting her walk to the door and potentially risk the escape of the stallion, she moves her foot very slightly. It is just enough to let the door open to accomodate Senuen, and she deposits her into the room by tilting her hand, closing the door behind her. She shuffles her foot back to block it, and then attempts to block any other possible exits to the building, again as silently as possible. Her four arms make this task relatively trivial, if uncomfortable. She makes sure to listen closely for a resolution to the conflict.

"I... I... but..." Mike stammers, trying desperately to find the words to rebut Meenah's argument. But they seem to fail him. With a hangdog (hanghorse?) look on his face, the stallion sighs and finally admits, "...you're right. I've got no idea where any of those people could be. And I can't let being afraid of losing my job mean that someone might die because of me. Especially when that someone could be me. Hell, I'd rather be a jobless living man then an employed dead one." He fumbles for his breast pocket, and the pack of cigarettes that is, unfortunately, empty. "All right. But I don't want anyone thinking I tried to cover this up. Tell them that I sent you because I couldn't leave the site alone. I mean... it's kinda true, isn't it?" Then his eyes turn to Khaybat. "Of course, I could always use some attractive company. If you'd prefer to stay behind for the night." Despite everything, he still allows a small smile to creep over his face.

Gwyn sighs with relief at the resolution of the conflict, relinquishing her blockade on the trailer, to allow them all to leave once again. She takes a few steps back, into the street, giving each member a militaresque salute when they leave the building. Her thrusters spool up noisily, creating a gust of wind accompanied with a lot of dust, as she prepares to leave. "Excellent work, team!" She somehow manages to speak above the sound, although it would be far quieter to them due to the distanced proximity.

As Mike finally allows himself to admit some form of defeat ( at least over the matter of contacting police for assistance) Meenah can't help but grin wide, letting out a deep sigh of relief as the contractor started to speak some sense. "I don't see why you'd get fired for this, maybe if that bomb had gone off earlier. But this was handled fairly well, and you should count your blessings because things went what feels like TOO smooth. I'll do my best to make sure this doesn't happen again, anywhere." The mouse is still grinning as the equine digs through his pocket for the empty pack, a shrug leaving her shoulders as she turned to glance at the door and the most recent re-arrival. "Welcome back.." The mouse softly hums, turning her gaze back to Mike for the moment being. "I'll tell them the TRUTH. You definitely thought about covering up, but you can bet your ass you'll never get away with something like that with me around. I'll force the integrity into this city if I have to. And for good-ness sake we just had a possible near-death experience and all you can think about is wetting your dick Mike?

Ebreus nods as Mike decides that going to the police is actually the correct course of events in light of the fact his life might actually be on the line here. "Seems perfectly understandable for someone to have called for agents and then be deffered to the police. Granted you did ask us to deal with it quietly, and that'll be on record for the sake of integrity, but it's perfectly undersandable after a decade of no official police force." he says. He takes a deep breath and continues, "So you're probably not in trouble and since we'll be getting the K9s involved drastically less likely to die because of this."

"I'll tell them the TRUTH. You definitely thought about covering up, but you can bet your ass you'll never get away with something like that with me around. I'll force the integrity into this city if I have to. And for good-ness sake we just had a possible near-death experience and all you can think about is wetting your dick Mike?" Meenah throws him a trivial glance before offering a few soft 'Tsks' of disapproval and turning back to the group with a smile, even tossing a casual wave in the direction of the window towards plane-lady. "Well I should probably get going before it gets any later, I've got to get this evidence to my friend before anything else crazy happens.

Not that Khaybat seems to mind the idea of staying with the stallion and goes to hug up against his front again. This time though she's just hugging him rather than trying to boobieface him though it was pretty obvious he had gotten her hint. Then again the hoovie really did like how nice and soft he is! She's so used to how short hers is it feels super nice to ahve someone to rub her paws into.

Sensuen gives a great yawn, as she's now tired enough to nap anywhere, perhaps here, but that wouldn't be safe now would it? Sen just looks up to Gwyn and says, "I guess I'll see you around then?" before another yawn escapes her mouth, this time her jaw almost dislocates from how much she stretches it. The sea angel manages not to fully dislocate her jaw before she continues. "I suppose I'll be around." before her tired legs start to shamble over to Zephyr's lobby for some rest.

As all the various gathered agents begin to file out, Mike sighs and wraps his arms around the amorous impala. He'll probably lose his job when it comes to light that he was too busy covering for the bomb. Meenah's words made that perfectly clear. So there's a look of resignation on his face, but at the very least, his last night on the job has been, and certainly will continue to be, an eventful one. If he does get fired, his replacement would have a lot of work to do. Not dealing with future bomb threats, as the K9s would probably put a stop to that. But cleaning up the mess he's made will take a lot of time. But now, as he starts removing his coveralls and kissing every inch of Khaybat's body, it's like the mouse girl had said. All he can think about is wetting his dick. But in Fairhaven at least, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone for whom that thought isn't at the fore of their minds. Life in the nanite age goes on.