2010-04-04: Technological Team Up

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Date: April 4, 2010

Summary:

Rebel summons Nightspider to a meeting.


"Technological Team-Up"

Central Park

Despite the minor scolding her got just a day earlier, Micah sits on the same bench in the middle of central park. He's trying not to think about Easter, their family's traditions, and his mom's video — which he hasn't watched since the day he got it. It's easier that way. It's a sunny day — spring has nearly sprung and as such the park is abuzz with activity. With his laptop sitting next to him on the bench, Micah stares off into the horizon, still trying to clear his head.

Perhaps just a few minutes earlier than planned, Robin comes walking into view of the specific bench he's looking for. He's walking slowly, looking perhaps a little distracted as he scans the areas for radio signals of anybody that might be watching. Finally, though, he seems to come back to the present and, spotting Micah, makes his way over to sit at the bench. "Hey."

"Nightspider?" Micah asks while quirking an eyebrow. Having never actually met his cohort outside of cyberspace, he isn't entirely sure, but then the guy did come sit next to him and this is where they decided to meet. AND he doesn't look kind of like Kitty. Maybe. If Micah squints. He issues Robin a grin, deciding, at the very least, he's not incredibly scary.

A text file opens up on Micah's laptop and the words 'It's me.' appears in it. Robin just grins and nods, "I knew your face from that whole press conference thing a few months back. Cool to finally meet you in person. What's up?"

"Ahhhh. Right. I forgot about that…" Micah nods with a grin at the words on the screen. It's good to know he's in good company. "Well, I actually have some information and I think I may need your help in the not-too-distant-future." He glances about the park, peering for stray eyes, but when he doesn't see any he speaks again, "Things are worse than I'd thought. You see… they're actually using people like us…"

Robin, as Micah glances around, comments, "If anybody's watching us, they're not broadcasting anything about it. Not reporting our movements or anything like that." Then he nods a little as he listens to Micah, and asks, "Using us for what? How?"

"They have… these collars that give us a constant stream of drugs. They can make us do whatever they want so basically… people like us…" Micah's eyebrows furrow as he reiterates the same story he's been updating so many people on lately. He whispers, "as weapons."

Robin blinks, sitting back a little. He's quiet a moment and finally he says, "That makes so much more sense. Taking us just to hold us confined didn't seem to make any tactical sense." He shrugs that off and says, "Any idea how to stop them? The Congressman's been trying to track down who's in charge of the whole operation, but we haven't had much luck."

"The guy in charge? I don't actually know… but there's this terrorist overseas who has already been buying people like us —" Micah says honestly with a heavy sigh. "And there's an agent I can find little information on who seems to be one of the higher ups." The teen shrugs. "It's been crazy lately."

Robin blinks, "They're selling us to terrorists? That's even worse." He frowns again and says, "Whoever is in charge has to be out for themselves, then. For the money." Then he asks, "What did you need my help for? Want me to try to find who's being paid? Not sure I can do that, unless you have a suspect already."

"No… that's… no…" Micah shakes his head and then grins a little sheepishly. "I want to figure out a way to deactivate the collars remotely. You see, if we try to take them off before they deactivate…" Micah makes an exploding motion with his hands accompanied by a "KABOOM." He blinks. "And I think it's our only hope of battling against who they already have… I know they have some people already."

Robin gets a thoughtful look again for a moment, and says, "That should be possible. They probably have some kind of remote controls anyway, so the people who built them can control them. All we need to do is find the right frequencies and the commands. If they're not built for remote control to start with, then it'll be a lot trickier. Going to need one we can experiment with. With the explosives taken out," he adds with a grin.

"I'll try to get more info and I know we have access to several models — I have a contact who has copies of each of the types. There's three of them. And I have the schematics, but I think I could probably learn more by touching it, anyways." Micah presses his lips together and hmmms quietly. "I'm going to need help building this AND we're going to have to test it. I'm guessing you could probably find the frequency easier than me, right?" He quirks an eyebrow. Shifting uncomfortably on the bench, he nods. "And I'm going to need… supplies. I'm pretty good at building stuff, but I need something to build with…"

Robin nods a little and says, "I'm not really sure how your ability works, but I imagine so. Especially if it broadcasts status reports, I hear every frequency all the time. I should be able to track it down pretty fast." He nods again and grins, "Supplies? That's easy. As far as the government's concerned, I'm just someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, so I still have my savings account, and my parents too."

"Awesome," Micah replies with a broader grin. "Well… I talk to technology. If it has an electrical impulse I can make it work, figure out how it works, and that kind of thing." He hops off the bench, "Alright. I'll see what I can find out and will be in touch soon." He plucks the laptop from the bench and tucks it underneath his arm. "Thanks for meeting me…"

Robin nods quickly again and stands up as well. "Oh, here's my new number you can call." Micah's phone buzzes (or beeps, or whatever he's set it to do) with an incoming text message, and Robin says, "Call me when you're ready, with whatever supplies you need and I'll get it. It's a prepaid phone, so it should be safe, and I can block any taps anyway."

Micah smirks at the text message and the words spoken. "That's awesome," he smiles before issuing Robin a quick wave. "I should go. Lots of planning to do in the meantime. And… thanks. For the help." That said, he disappears down one of the many park paths — homeward bound.

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