The Producers (the_producers) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-06-26 09:58:00 |
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Houston, we have a problem
Characters: The Producers
When: Saturday evening
Location: the lab
Warnings/Rating: language
Summary: Trouble's brewing
Status: Complete
"I think we have a problem," Juliet said as she stepped into the lab. She hadn't immediately been able to make sense of the intern's garbled declaration, but apparently something had gone down while she'd been out. "You think," Matt returned with an arched brow. "An intern--" "Yeah. It's all over." "Like, all over the building or ..." "I'd clean out your desk and burn anything you don't want biting you in the ass." "Oh fuck," Juliet replied, dismayed. "What about ..." she nodded toward the viewing screens. "Sam's handling it. She bought us a whole 36 hours to get shit sorted." "What ... happened?" "Isadora happened," Matt said coldly. Juliet's lips pulled into a thin line, but she couldn't really say she was surprised. She guessed she should've seen the writing on the wall with that one. "Deleting computer things? Do we have it saved anywhere at all? The base codes at least?" Matt hesitated, but nodded. "Are we making it out of this alive?" She asked, half-joking, but not completely sure she wasn't a little serious. "Alive, probably. To fight another day, maybe not." Juliet nodded, though some of her couldn't even really be that scared. They had strings, right? And people to pull them? They'd come out on the other side. A little bruised, maybe, a little battered, but someone else would want in on what they could do. They'd find another bidder. come at it properly, maybe. Have less of a staff. No interns. Shaking her head to her thoughts, Juliet moved to her desk. She began dropping reports into a basket to cart down to the incinerator, went about wiping her hard drive before she paused. "We should just--" "Torch the hard drives. Yeah," Matt agreed. For all the irony, the investigators might wind up pulling Doug in to work his magic on the hard drives. To restore the data. So it was better if they were just ashed rather than wiped. "This sucks," Juliet groused as she continued to drop the contents of her desk into the bin. Matt snorted slightly. "Understatement of the century," he returned. Sam stepped into the lab looking more frazzled than usual. "It's all set. Sunday night we'll drug them and relocate them. I've already got ... people working on the details. Strip their abilities. And the kittens. They'll go ..." she gestured slightly, her eyes drifting over the lab to settle on the confiscated pair. "Them too," she added. "And if I were you, I'd leave the country," she continued. It was what she planned to do; she just didn't know if she could manage to escape before they got all their ts crossed and is dotted and had her penned down. Matt laughed faintly. "It's cute that you think they'll let that happen." Sam shrugged. "In for a penny. If we're going down we may as well go down hard." "You have fun with that," Juliet replied. "I plan to fully cooperate and drop as many names as I can." Matt shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. What a clusterfuck this was. He didn't know what he was going to do, but Juliet's way seemed ... safer. Which made him wonder if Sam really was going to run. Those thoughts, he guessed, were for later. And really, weren't they kind of already running? He guessed they could say they were obliterating the programs so no one else could do the bad bad thing they'd done, but it was what it was. They were covering their asses as well as they could given the tiny window they had. So rather than reply, he joined them in the silent razing of the lab. |