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Ray makes his way down the stairs and out to lakeside, humming to himself. Egon's done some serious scanning work back in his world. There's an approximate location now. It's good.

He hasn't got his 'sabre just at the moment, but Bar was willing to give him a wooden practice sword, and he's perfectly capable of going through basic lightsabre drill techniques from memory. Which he might as well do while he works out how the heck everyone's going to get to the DC area.

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"Good assumption," Ray says. "About the only other non-humanoid besides yourself that I know of who's going on this mission is Red. You've met her, right?"

"The Utahraptor?" he asks. "I've met her a couple of times. Will she even tolerate a communicator?"

"Well, she comprehends English reasonably well," Ray says. "I have a feeling I could probably explain it to her if I really tried. If she doesn't want one, then she doesn't want one, and that's all there is to it. I'm pretty sure everyone else is humaniform, though. You're set yourself, right?"

"Ready and rarein' to go!" he says, brightly. "I managed to reconstruct my stun phaser as well. When do we kick ass?"

"Just as soon as Egon and Johnny Destiny get their information cross-correlated," Ray says with a grin. "They've got it narrowed down to a particular spot within striking distance of the national capital- it wouldn't be a good idea to get this wrong."

"Mother bless! No, it wouldn't," he says. "If we're going for gratuitious violence and maximum property damange, we'd damn well make sure it goes to the deserving."

He falls silent for a moment.

"You say it's close to your nation's capital? Any possibility that we might get interferrence from other branches of your government's security force? Or is this operation so clandestine that they can't call for back-up without blowing things wide open?"

"Kind of the latter," Ray says. "There's this thing that most of the rest of the government has with not liking the idea of anybody at all having knowledge of the movement of every piece of technology. I mean, never mind the Fourth Amendment- that's just creepy beyond belief."

Naraht chuckles darkly, sending out a whiff of steam.

"Any possiblity that something could be leaked to the media just before we go in? I rather like the idea of those bastards being smoked out only to run into the open arms of the press...holos rolling and microphones picking up everything down to their intestines gurgling."

"You know," says Ray, "I bet Peter could pull off something to that effect..."

"You should ask him before Zero Hour," Naraht says. "It would be the alabaster icing on the marble-cake."

"Will do," Ray promises. "Will do. If nothing else Egon can probably rustle up some bloggers and a live Webcast. That'll be fun."

"Very! You know...with a little more work, I can give our communicators an extra channel that can be picked up by a person listening on the right frequency. If we want to give a running commentary, that is."

"There's a lot of truckers and shortwave radio fans in the vicinity of Washington, DC," Ray says thoughtfully. "That's a whooooole lot of listeners."

Naraht is silent for a moment.

"Do you realize this may be the most widely broadcasted 'covert operation' in history?"

"These guys only operate successfully because of the whole secrecy thing," Ray says, suddenly sobering. "I can't think of a better way to break their backs once and for all than to throw the light on them for everyone to see."

"Oh, I'm not complaining," Naraht says with a laugh. "It just seems kinda weird. I've been on one other covert operation in my career and the goal there was to keep out of sight and quiet. I just wonder what Starfleet Intel would think of an operation where the goal was to be as sharding obvious as possible. The paradigm shift might give them a seizure."

"Yeah, well- their problem," Ray says cheerfully again. "We never could stick to the rules anyway."

"Damn straight!" Naraht says. "One thing I've learned under Captain Kirk is that there's a time and a place to throw away the fardling rulebook."

"If anybody ever exemplified that, it's him," Ray says. "Pity he won't be along for the ride, but I think we have enough people already anyway."

"That is a shame," Naraht says. "The Captain would love an operation like this. Good, clean, against-regulation fun, I think he'd call it."

Rummages in the box to extract one of the communicators "I'll get to work modifying this one for Red. She might need an entire headset rather than just an earpiece. And I'll set the rest up with a 'public channel'. Anything else you need me to do to get us ready?"

"Eh, he'd probably get in trouble for tinkering too much with the past or something," Ray says. "It'll be okay. Um.... it's possible that we might need to get a first aid kit or three together. I don't know what their security forces are like, and I want to be able to patch us up on the fly if we have to."

Naraht bobs.

"I'll go see what I can scare up from the Infirmary, but it might be better to entrust it to one of you humanoids."

A shrug. "My reach leaves somewhat to be desired in cases like this."

"Not a problem. I'll make the arrangements."

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