DATE:  Friday, September 19, 1997
Place: Hospital Parking Lot, Level 1

This is the log of what happened Realmside during the fight, with
Untouchables and Karl.

---- Recall start ----

Hospital Parking Garage, Level 1(#801RJ)
A vast parking garage filled with vehicles of various sizes. The spaces 
   closest to Hospital Drive are reserved for the handicapped. The wide space 
   echoes the slightest noise, making it ring ominously off the concrete 
   walls. Yellow lines painted on the floor indicate the direction of traffic.
An exit to the south leads to Hospital Drive.
Contents:
Cutter
Karl
Dillan
Obvious exits:
Street  

Karl slips into the parking lot. "Wait here," he tells the group. "Be back in 
   five minutes."
The members of Untouchables hang back at Karl's request, neither Merin nor 
   J.J. looking particularly patient. Dillan and Cutter are much calmer, and 
   try to stay out of the two fosterns' way.
Cutter glances around the dark room and mutters something to himself.
A few minutes later, Karl returns wearing the universal green that all scrubs 
   seem to come in. He pushes one of those trash-bins-on-wheels that janitors 
   often use. Once outside the hospital he makes for the city pack, getting 
   out of the line of sight of those inside the building.
Merin straightens as Karl returns. "Well?" she asks.
Karl gives the cart a little push toward Merin, pointing inside. "Get 
   dressed," he says, indicating the other hospital clothing that he stashed 
   in there.
Cutter lifts his gaze questioningly to Karl, gauging whether or not he's 
   included in this command.
Dillan lifts a brow and mutters a dissaproving 'Aw...'. He sighs, looking to 
   his packmates, "We gotta dress up like nerds? No-one ever told me this."
There are enough clothes in there for everyone, and more importantly, ID's 
   hanging off them.
Cutter sheds his jacket, stuffing it into his saddle bag before greening up 
   quietly.
Kyle has arrived.
JJ Malone smacks Dillan on the back of the head, then begins stripping out of 
   her simple black and white suit a la Reservoir Dogs; Untouchables 
   recognizes it as her 'working gear'. "This is serious, man. Any more 
   complaints, and I'll fill you full of silver and you can bleed out here 
   while we work."
Merin also begins changing immodestly, quickly and efficiently, sharp blue 
   eyes looking around. "Nice and casual," she says, looking especially at 
   Kyle, but also glacially at J.J., who subsides sullenly. "We'll string out, 
   Karl leading. You can open the door?" she asks the ragabash.
Reluctantly, post-smack, Dillan slides some hospital gear over his clothes. 
   End result: a bulky-looking Shadow Lord theurge. He keeps his grumbling to 
   a minimum.
Karl nods silently, who makes no pretense of not eyeing the Fianna as she 
   changes.
Kyle's eyebrow rises in answer to Merin's look, but he says nothing and slips 
   into the scrubs, shedding his overcoat. This has the unfortunate effect of 
   making his shoulder-holster and hand-cannon totally obvious.
Merin nods back to the ragabash, then looks around at her pack. "Alright, 
   let's go then. Karl, you first, then Kyle. Cutter, then J.J, then Dillan 
   and I together'll bring up the rear. Let's move. We need to get in there 
   and have the thing out before they start the fight."
Karl eyes the various sidearms, shakes his head slightly, then heads into the 
   hospital again.
Kyle follows behind Karl, as instructed.
Karl leads the small group into the building. He'll nod quietly to anyone who 
   happens to glance his way, but he never makes any real effort to notice 
   those around him as he makes his way toward the stairwell that leads 
   downstairs.
Merin stops Kyle before he leaves, tapping the gun through the shirt. "You 
   need to find a better place for that. Or, leave it behind. Any trouble we 
   run into will probably be in the boiler room itself."
Kyle stops short as Merin accosts him. A small flash of something unpleasant 
   lights in his eyes, but he acquiesces, taking the holster off with the gun 
   and bundling it in the overcoat. He tucks the whole package under his arm 
   efficiently and makes his way out into the hospital proper, following Karl 
   at a distance.
The guards eye the badges and the people with bored disinterest, letting them 
   pass without comment.
Cutter nods and follows after in a short time, and J.J. not long after, the ID 
   in her pocket. She moves with the self-confidence of someone who belongs 
   there. Merin and Dillan follow last; all of them stay within eyeshot of the 
   group before, although their frequency varies.
The group can reassemble easily in the central corridor of the hospital.
Merin looks around the halls, and the signs on the doors as they meet up. "We 
   need to get down to the boiler room without making it look too suspicious. 
   Karl, how far is it from here?"
Karl rasps softly. "Not far. Couple of halways, stairs, and another pair of 
   halls. Does your totem talk to you?"
The Fianna shakes her head, while J.J. takes up a casually watchful position 
   not far away. "Why?"
Kyle says nothing, only offering the occasional passer-by a extraordinarily 
   hostile stare; a stare similar to that practiced by some nurses.
There are few people around; it not being shift change or even close.
Karl shakes his head. "Kyle and I will go first, get the door open. Give us 
   one minute."
Dillan sulks near the back of the rag-tag strike force. He eyes each passed 
   stairwell curiously. "How you know where to go?"
Karl gives Dillan a puzzled look. "I've been there."
Merin nods to Karl, then gives a brief glance to Kyle. She grins briefly at 
   the question and answer, then says, "Dillan and I will come next. J.J., 
   Cutter, you follow." J.J. is still looking and doesn't react to the 
   Fianna's order, but she seems fairly relaxed right now.
Cutter frowns in vague annoyance and glances up and down the halls.
Karl glances at Kyle, jerking his head in the appropriate direction, then 
   heads off in the direction that the map indicated the stairwell could be 
   found.
A small click sounds from inside Kyle's coat-bundle, and he trails after Karl.
As before, the entrance into the boiler room is solidly locked and barred. The 
   two do pass a lone security guard; he checkes the badges and nods.
Karl gives the guard a nod in returning. Waiting for the man to pass out of 
   sight, he turns toward the door. The Ragabash puts one hand on the door 
   handle, the other over the lock, and concentrates for a moment.
Once the lock has been tested, Kyle waits on the other side of the hall, arms 
   crossed over his chest. He surveys the area nonchalantly.
There is a faint noise as the lock slips open.
Merin waits for a few minutes, checking her watch, then indicates to Dillan 
   that it's time. On inspiration, she pulls out a garbage bag from a can in 
   the hallway, and hands it to the theurge after knotting it, and muttering 
   to him. "Your first day at work, I'm showing you where the place is if 
   anyone asks. 'Kay? Put the camera in there."
"Gotcha, boss," mumbles the Shadow Lord, taking the garbage bag. "No problemo."
Kyle uncrosses his arms and steps into position beside Karl as the lock frees.
Karl slips inside, motioning for Kyle to follow.
Cutter leans against the wall, watching his compatriots depart. "Shit." he 
   growls quietly, the first word he's spoken this evening.
JJ Malone pauses from her observation to give Cutter a brief glance, then 
   looks around. "Not obvious or anything. You ready, man?" she mutters under 
   her breath. "Give me the tour of the place. Let's go catch up."
Kyle steps in, shadowing a half-pace behind Karl. He scans the room warily, 
   crouched a little and poised to act.
Cutter nods and pushes off the wall. "Let's do it, then."
The room is clean, tiled with dull yellow ceramic tile and filled with large 
   amounts of boxes. There are only a few of the BioHazard warnings this time, 
   and nothing marked Toxic. Most of the collection tonight seems to be legit 
   stuff that can be burned -- paper waste and the like. But there are a few 
   boxes that would make prime evidence. The incinerator itself is on standby 
   mode -- not cool, but not at a working level of power.
Karl does a quick sweep around the room to make sure that the Garou are the 
   only inhabitants.
For right now, all is quiet. JJ and Cutter have to circle once to avoid a 
   gaggle of interns on their way back from dinner, but beyond that, there are 
   no troubles.
Kyle moves further into the room, checking around the edges, behind boxes. He 
   steps around the obstacles quickly and quietly.
JJ Malone, the last into the room, shuts the door behind her and re-locks it, 
   then begins pulling out the talens made a few nights ago, three, 
   approximately two feet long steel rods sewed into a hiding place on the 
   back of her jacket. She pulls broad putty knifes from her jacket pocket, 
   handing one each to Cutter and Merin. "Try prying up the floor tiles so 
   this isn't quite so obvious. Triangle shape to completely encompass the 
   incinerator." While Merin takes the putty knife, she nods to Dillan. "Go to 
   it. Karl, can you show him any good spots you know of to snap shots of?" 
   Kyle moves to a lookout position, looking like his usual self.
Cutter nods. "We know anything about this beast's defences?" he asks as he 
   kneels and stabs at the floor.
Karl indicates the particularly incriminating boxes, as well as the 
   incinerator itself. "Shoot the whole room, we'll pick out the best ones 
   later."
Merin adds, "Make sure not to get us in it." She points Cutter to Karl, and 
   instead takes one of the steel rods to a corner of the room, while J.J. 
   does a quick scan begins looking around for security cameras.
Dillan retreives the camera from the garbage bag, carefully taking photographs 
   of some of the more incriminating goodies in the boiler room. Ocasionally, 
   the theurge ends up waiting while one of his assocates take their time 
   getting out of his shot.
The Fianna nods to Cutter. "Go ahead and take a look yourself. It might prove 
   useful." The Glass Walker pauses at that, with two rods in her hands, then 
   offers one out to the Get of Fenris, looking between both of them. "One of 
   you help do the honors? It needs driven into the floor," she says to Karl. 
   Merin is already shifting up into crinos in order to get the strength 
   necessary to do the task barehanded.
Cutter approaches the thing anxiously, and studies it carefully.
Karl glances over at Kyle, letting the Modi work with his pack if he prefers.
Kyle, with a brief glance at Karl, reaches out to take the rod. "Anywhere 
   particular," he asks?
Hawkmoon is already attempting to drive the steel rod into the tile to J.J.'s 
   left, using force and claws to help it along. The Glass Walker points at 
   another spot to her right, still towards the back of the room. "Just make 
   sure that if it's online with Merin's and mine, the incinerator will be in 
   the triangle. And try not to break the rod," she adds with a sardonic smile 
   for her packmate.
Cutter screws his face up in annoyance and steps away. "Make bad machine go 
   boom."
Kyle meets his comments with a sneering half-smile. "Right." At this, he 
   drives his form up into one with a bit more go, and drives the rod into the 
   tile at the specified spot.
Kyle contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Kyle shifts into Crinos form.
JJ Malone, while Merin and Kyle work, pulls yet something else out of her 
   pocket; for all intents and purposes, it resembles a cordless, one-piece 
   radio/headphones. She unfolds them and puts them on just like one would put 
   headphones on, cocks her head as she listens.
JJ Malone continues to just listen even as Hawkmoon and Throws-Stone finishes 
   driving the stakes into the tile.
Dillan click-click-clicks away. "Woo. I think I got all the goodies we'll 
   need. How's the rest of the op going?" he asks, lowering the camera.
Throws-Stone's assault on the floor leaves the steel rod stuck in the 
   distressed ground, at a slight angle. Chore complete, he relaxes into a 
   less conspicuous form, but his scrubs are left in tatters.
Throws-Stone contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Throws-Stone shifts into Homid form.
JJ Malone, at some unfathomable signal, shifts with ease to her birth form, 
   headphones expanding to fit the now lupus-like ears. Crouching down, she 
   attempts to drive the final rod into the tile to complete the triangle.
As the last rod is placed, the eerie tingle of static electricity crawls up 
   the skin or fur of the Garou, causing short hair to stand on end. The smell 
   of ozone fills the room just prior to a zorching sizzle, followed by a 
   muffled but loud boom, and the lights of the room flicker out.
In the still and dark, Cutter asks "Is this good?"
Kyle speaks up, after the boom. "Anyone bring a flashlight?"
There is the sound of shifting, then J.J.'s voice saying, "Hadn't expected the 
   power to go out. Hang on." Merin calls out, "Everyone okay? Call out."
Cutter says "Quack."
Karl's gravelly voice calls out.
Kyle calls out by grating, "I guess noone's got a flashlight, then."
Obviously enough, Dillan's here. Or, at least, that sure sounds like his 
   voice. "Yo, yo, diggity-yo."
JJ Malone's disembodied voice curses, "Shit on a shingle. It's down, but not 
   damaged. We got some quick choices. I'll try with my gift, Cutter and I 
   maybe try with ours, water or fire or something, we beat the hell out of it 
   with whatever's handy, or we split now before someone comes down here to 
   fix it. They're fighting over on the other side, no big change that I can 
   tell."
Karl's voice comes out, "I can break it, no problem. But I won't be much use 
   after."
"Fighting on the other side," Kyle asks with unhealthy curiosity?
Merin's voice says into the darkness, "How so?" J.J. grunts 
   characteristically. "Yeah. Let's get us out first, Kyle. We have to take 
   this thing down." The sounds of metal scraping against tile can be heard 
   from the place J.J. last was.
Bright white lights flare up as the emergency power for this section of the 
   hospital finally kicks on.
Cutter winces, covering his eyes tightly. "Jesus all fuck." he snarls.
Dillan squints. "Okay, so let's just bury like tenbillion caps in this thing." 
   He fiddles around, trying to recover his gat from under too many layers of 
   clothing.
JJ Malone is a little better, her sunglasses helping to cut back the glare, 
   and she heads over to where the other spent lightning rods are, trying to 
   pull them out of the tile as well.
Karl squints. Quickly removing his scrubs, the Get shifts into the warform. 
   With a snarl, he throws himself at the incinerator.
Karl contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Karl shifts into Crinos form.
Kyle quickly follows Karl's lead, and assails the incinerator, aiming to turn 
   the machine into tatters of metal.
Kyle contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Kyle shifts into Crinos form.
Cutter stumbles back, leaning against a wall and rubbing his eyes.
Dillan hangs back, making the wise decision involving not shooting any fellow 
   garou. His aim isn't the best, after all.
Runs-In-Shadows shreds the huge incinerator with a strength unbelievable even 
   for a Crinos. In seconds the bright machinary is turned into so much scrap 
   metal.
Cutter winces and covers his ears, muttering inaudibly under the screaming 
   metal.
JJ Malone works on putting the lightning rods back into her jacket, watching 
   the Get of Fenris with a look of longing. Merin, back in homid, uses one of 
   the shredded remnants of Kyle's scrubs to pull a white card out of where 
   she's tucked it, then calls out, "C'mon, guys. We need to split before 
   someone decides to check down here."
Runs-In-Shadows drops back into Homid form, but the Get is suddenly terribly 
   weak. "Go on," he urges in a whispering voice. "I'll catch up."
Runs-In-Shadows contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Runs-In-Shadows shifts into Homid form.
Throws-Stone, after contributing his small effort to the destruction, returns 
   to his human form. He eyes Karl for signs that he might need help moving.
Karl looks like he can move, but he's slow. "Everything's got a price," is the 
   only explanation he offers his tribemate.
Dillan can't help but sneak a picture of the now-destroyed incinerator, making 
   sure to leave the assailants offscreen. *click* He jogs off after Merin.
Throws-Stone contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Throws-Stone shifts into Homid form.
Merin eyes the two Get, then looks to her two ahroun packmates. "Help him, 
   we're not leaving him behind. Cutter, Dillan, take point. Untouchables, 
   we're leaving."
Cutter pushes up off the wall and heads toward the door. "Out the same way?"
Kyle lends Karl a hand, but just enough to keep his tribemate moving at a 
   respectable clip.
JJ Malone grimaces, but moves to Karl's other side. Merin nods to Cutter. 
   "Unless you know a better way out of here with less eyes looking."
Cutter shakes his head dully as he throws back the lock. "Jus' wanted t'konw 
   where the fuck we were headed."
Karl suggests softly, "Find a wheelchair. Disguise, and faster."
Despite the typical Get pride, Karl does allow himself to be helped out. He 
   really doesn't have the strength to resist.

>> JJ Malone paged Dillan, Cutter, Karl, and Kyle with 'Congratulations...
   roasted Septmates anyone? :)'.

Merin, says simply with a note of order, "Dillan."
"We ain't gonna find no Wheelchairs in the basement," answers Dillan, almost 
   in time with Merin's hint. "Gotta at least get outta here on foot, first." 
   The theurge, of course, hasn't even gone looking, yet.
Cutter pushes open the door. "Just a buncha interns tryin' t'get the hell 
   outta the building."
JJ Malone's voice is suddenly full of anger as she says, "Dillan, god dammit, 
   go." Any further rant is cut off by her jaws snapping shut, and she 
   concentrates on Karl, the surroundings, and trying to follow after Cutter. 
   Merin, meanwhile, lingers a bit, and drops the small white card to the 
   floor carelessly, letting it flutter and land where it would, before 
   following afterwards.

>> Jewel pages all: Y'all can clear out easy. Good work, BTW.
>> JJ Malone pages all: Thanks, Jewel. :) I'm going to pester later (not 
   tonight) if only to satisfy my curiousity of how much good we might've 
   done. :)
>> Jewel pages all: Lots, actually. You stopped the bane from regenerating and 
   weakened its power level.
>> Long distance to Dillan, Cutter, Karl, and Kyle: JJ Malone regroups back at 
   the parking deck.

---- Recall end ----