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[bring_a_sponge]

Zed is sitting in one of the booths, and the table in front of him is covered with printouts. "Blueprints" doesn't quite seem appropriate. Better to call them "blackprints."

Zed is both studying and not studying them. Not studying them because, really, he knows the layout of MiB Headquarters by heart. But it's been a while since he had to retake the facility from an enemy force, and he's never had to do it against something as insidious as Black Oil.

So he's studying them. Planning tactics. And drinking whiskey. But mostly planning.

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[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny has his own Rum.

"Anything new?"

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed looks up, then nods at the Bunny.

"Not much. Just printed out the schematics and plans for MiB HQ. Don't really need it." He taps his head. "All up here ever since day one. But it helps with the tactics."

"How about yourself?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Scrounged up a flamethrower."

The Bunny grins.

"Although, someone mentioned a proton pack?"

[bring_a_sponge]

"Some of the team will have proton packs, but how many will depend on the number we can get our hands on. Bar won't replicate them--too close to a weapon. So we'll have to see how many we end up with."

"Anyway. If you have that, you're not going to be needing a pack. Had a chance to give it a field test?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Heh. Yeah."

The Bunnies eyes glow.

"Took out a ship fulla orcs."

[bring_a_sponge]

"Well, you're welcome to have all the toasted Oil you can make."

Zed is feeling generous. At least about that.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Good."

The Bunny peers again.

"So whats the plan fer the others?"

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Suzi is pretending (badly) that she did no such thing as dance and squeal for joy at getting a pretty dress from a friend. She doesn't have to pretend about the serious cast to her face, though, when she sees Zed. "Hello, Agent Zed. Anything new?"

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed looks up and smiles. Then squints and rubs his eyes.

"Hello, Suzi. Nothing yet." He gestures at the plans. "Just running through some possible scenarios. It'll take a few days to run through all the alternatives. It always does."

"How are you? You look like you've been shopping."

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Alright. I can identify baselines at about a quarter of a mile in open space, and about two rooms away indoors." She informs him, followed by, "No, a friend made it for me. It's a red and black dress!"

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed nods, clearly impressed. "That's better than I was hoping for. MiB HQ has inhibitors in place to limit telepathy and electromagnetic transmissions, but the shades you'll have will give you code-access to the override controls. If it works like it's supposed to, you should have a slight advantage over the Oil. Detecting it just before it detects you. Or us."

If it works.

He smiles at the dress. "So I see. Very pretty. Special occasion coming up?"

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Nu uh, Angel surprised me with it." Had to let it out once, too. Suzi's assets were more than expected. "Um. I have no idea what lots of the things you just said mean. Electromagnetic...? Code-access override?"

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed chuckles at himself. "Sorry. Been wrapped up in this too long."

"You won't need to worry about the technical details. The point is you should be able to detect the Oil before it can detect you. After that, the rest will be up to the team."

[diehard_daniel]

"Well?" Daniel hisses in front of Zed's booth, giving Jack a nudge foward.

A deal's a deal, after all.

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed looks up and squints. That's only because he's been staring hard at the plans for quite a while, but it doesn't look much different right now from the look he usually reserves for new recruits.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"Fine, fine," Jack mutters to Daniel, and then puts on his best smile as he steps forward.

"Ah, yes. Hi there. I'm Brigadier General Jack O'Neill and this is Doctor Daniel Jackson. We were just wondering if you could possibly enlighten us about ... this place. Whatever it is. We're new," he adds by way of explanation.

There -- introductions and a brief explanation taken care of. Daniel practically owes him.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Just arrived, huh? Take a seat, gentlemen." Zed gestures to the booth opposite his.

"The name's Zed. I only just got here myself, but I've had reports about this place for over a year. So I knew just what a nuthouse this place was before I came."

Zed seems less than pleased about Milliways, but then, no one ever said he was a one-man welcoming committee.

[diehard_daniel]

"Reports on this place?" Daniel asks, taking a seat across from Zed. "Does this mean it's known about by the government then?"

Beat.

"Or whatever agency you might run."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jack_oneill/]

"I never saw anything," Jack adds, almost pouting as he takes a seat. "And I have the highest security clearance there is. You don't work for the NID, do you?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

Someone at the next table over is glancing at the blueprints curiously. What kind of government agency that wears spotless suits needs a room called a 'De-Neuralyzer?'

...it's sure set up funky, anyway.

[bring_a_sponge]

Sensing Duo, Zed glances up.

"Something I can do for you, kid?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Oh, uh." Caught!

"I was just looking at your 'prints, there. The hell do you do for a living? It looks damn eventful."

[bring_a_sponge]

"Some days more than others." He gestures to the booth opposite. "Take a seat if you want."

"I'm part of a bureau that monitors, licenses, and polices alien activity on the planet Earth. Several Earths, actually. There are bureaus on multiple Earths. I'm in charge of one of them."

He glances down. "Or was in charge. Ran into some serious trouble with an alien entity we call Black Oil. My agents were tracking it down when it attacked our headquarters. Now I'm getting help from here to get it the hell out of there."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo slides into the seat, obviously very interested. "Well, you definitely picked the right place to look, anyway. This place is filled with powerful, bored people. Or those with over-active do-gooder complexes."

He includes himself in the latter category.

"What's this Black Oil thing?"

[bring_a_sponge]

"Petroleum-based alien being. Sentient and malevolent, capable of possessing humans and other forms of sentient life. Has some form of limited telepathy that allows it to draw strength from human theta brainwave patterns. Highly dangerous in every respect."

"It broke into our dimension from another universe, one where the star Alpha Aquilae has a fourth planet, Altair IV. We have good reason to believe the Oil originated there."

"Sound familiar?"