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trans_92009-06-30 12:06 am
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Bad Moon Rising [Open][R for Poss. Language]
Down in the city, sitting in one of the libraries in the Vatican, sat Sam Winchester hunched over a table with his eyes focused on the omnicom that lay on the table in front of him. His brow was furrowed and his mouth drawn shut as he stared intently at the information collected. His body was tense and there was a resolve and determination in his features that was unmistakable.
The omnicom screen flickered as a rough map of the ship--as much as he Sam had mapped of it that is--appeared and focused in specifically on the medbay, its interior and the hallways outside of it all the way to the hub. Having spent as much time as he had in recovery in the medbay, Sam had grown familiar with its setup and the ins and outs of its operations. He knew, with relative certainty, its schedule--which flickered into view as he pressed a key to open the file. He knew who would be in it and when. He knew who which of them would be easiest to subdue, where the best places to keep something confined in quarantine and how long it would take him search them by himself. He'd even determined how long it would take him to get from there to the city, taking into account any potential snags he might run into if someone busted him.
It was, for all intents and purposes, a mission plan. A retrieval mission plan. A 'get in, get what you're looking for, and get out' mission. All of it, save for the names of the participants, was saved on his omnicom. For appearances, it might have just been a got-it-alone plan. Or, it might be much larger, with other people helping. For whatever reason, Sam had failed to write the names down. Perhaps for their own protection should he get caught or his omnicom be compromised. After all, he had gone to great lengths to attempt to strengthen the protections against hacking, but Sam's skill only went so far and likely wouldn't hold off anyone with considerable computer skills for long.
But Sam Winchester didn't give a damn. If he got caught then he got caught. But he couldn't, he wouldn't just sit by and let that thing, that Yeerk, stay a threat. He knew he'd be breaking his promise to the Chief, and to the others who had been infested since he'd said he'd stand by them. But Sam felt betrayed. They'd turned their backs on him the moment they'd decided to give the damn thing a 'trial,' to let the rest of the crew--the ones who had already decided to let the wad of slime live--determine what to do with it.
So, Sam sat in the library of the Vatican poring over the details of his plan to break into the medbay, incapacitate whoever was inside, take the Yeerk and haul it down to the city and end it, and the debate, once and for all.
Unfortunately, the omnicoms are not immune to hacking...especially by those with better computer skills than Sam...
[OOC: Feel free to post independent subthreads if you want your hacking characters to react--or to react to Jack's message. Once Sam is confronted, I'd like that to stay as one single subthread, so if you want to confront Sam, please do it in that thread with the others. Thanks:D]
The omnicom screen flickered as a rough map of the ship--as much as he Sam had mapped of it that is--appeared and focused in specifically on the medbay, its interior and the hallways outside of it all the way to the hub. Having spent as much time as he had in recovery in the medbay, Sam had grown familiar with its setup and the ins and outs of its operations. He knew, with relative certainty, its schedule--which flickered into view as he pressed a key to open the file. He knew who would be in it and when. He knew who which of them would be easiest to subdue, where the best places to keep something confined in quarantine and how long it would take him search them by himself. He'd even determined how long it would take him to get from there to the city, taking into account any potential snags he might run into if someone busted him.
It was, for all intents and purposes, a mission plan. A retrieval mission plan. A 'get in, get what you're looking for, and get out' mission. All of it, save for the names of the participants, was saved on his omnicom. For appearances, it might have just been a got-it-alone plan. Or, it might be much larger, with other people helping. For whatever reason, Sam had failed to write the names down. Perhaps for their own protection should he get caught or his omnicom be compromised. After all, he had gone to great lengths to attempt to strengthen the protections against hacking, but Sam's skill only went so far and likely wouldn't hold off anyone with considerable computer skills for long.
But Sam Winchester didn't give a damn. If he got caught then he got caught. But he couldn't, he wouldn't just sit by and let that thing, that Yeerk, stay a threat. He knew he'd be breaking his promise to the Chief, and to the others who had been infested since he'd said he'd stand by them. But Sam felt betrayed. They'd turned their backs on him the moment they'd decided to give the damn thing a 'trial,' to let the rest of the crew--the ones who had already decided to let the wad of slime live--determine what to do with it.
So, Sam sat in the library of the Vatican poring over the details of his plan to break into the medbay, incapacitate whoever was inside, take the Yeerk and haul it down to the city and end it, and the debate, once and for all.
Unfortunately, the omnicoms are not immune to hacking...especially by those with better computer skills than Sam...
[OOC: Feel free to post independent subthreads if you want your hacking characters to react--or to react to Jack's message. Once Sam is confronted, I'd like that to stay as one single subthread, so if you want to confront Sam, please do it in that thread with the others. Thanks:D]
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"No, I didn't," Sam countered, looking rather resolved. "Like I said, this was a contingency plan. The others said they wanted a trial and they'll get one. This was just in case the jury came back with anything other than execution."
He paused, glancing over at Leon for a moment then turning his attention back to the Chief.
"I just did what I had to do. And now you've gotta do what you have to do."
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"Hard lesson, Winchester. Things do not always go the way you want them to, and if you break the rules you will deal with the consequences. This isn't about who is right or wrong here, it is about you threatening someone else's life. It will not be tolerated."
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Sam nodded. He quickly took off the comm ring and handed it, along with the omnicom, his machete and his shot gun, over to Leon and the Chief. However, when it came to his Beretta, he paused.
"My Dad gave me this," he said, "No one takes it from me but Dean."
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The Chief will settle for disabling the weapon, though he's still well aware that it can pose a threat. He doesn't like having to do this to Sam.
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"All right, lead the way."
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"Let's go. You too," he indicated to Brainy. Leon had a few questions for him as well.
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He doesn't have much to say about this. He opens up the cell door and moves aside.
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He honestly doesn't want Sam locked up, but sees no other viable solution.
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"There's a conference room one floor up," he told Brainy, "we need you to wait there. You called it in, so you'll need to make a statement and answer a few questions."
He was also going to have to talk to Dean about this... that should be pleasant.