Sentinels&Vanguards (Semi-open, Attn: Alexlantis)

[Alexlantis]

"Sending an email." Allan said nonchalantly. Yes. Epic badassery. Myrk. Allan Myrk. "How about you?"

[Unified Western States]

"You hacked into the system. The AI detected it. Oh, and your little email never got out. The censor filter caught it." They pulled out a screen.

"Help Requested. What exactly does that mean?"

[Alexlantis]

"Homework. School Project. Stuff like that." Technically, it isn't a lie. It's stuff like it, I never said it was it. Half the truth, but all truth.

[Unified Western States]

"A school project? What type of school project requires you to type help requested? And the destination this email was being sent to was in Alexlantis. From now on, your E-mail and internet privileges are revoked pending further review. And this email is being deleted and stopped. It hasn't made it past the server. Don't try anything again." The Vanguards left.

[Alexlantis]

Allan waited until long after they left. "Don't try anything again." He whispered in a mocking tone.
Well, THAT went over well.
Shut it.
Allan tucked himself in and went off to sleep, disappointed. He wanted to be able to shoot the gun and run off, Vendetta all the way, saying a slick, dry one-liner as he left. So much for that.

OOC: The email adress he emailed is a spare one. Other than it being Alexlantian, it can't be traced any further.

[Unified Western States]

OOC: Thats why they just said it was in Alexlantis. And, you do realize that he really can't escape? The whole facility is armed and the UWS army and Vanguards guard it.

IC:

The next morning, Diana came in.

"How are you feeling? I heard you had a headache."

[Alexlantis]

"Fine. Headache's gone."
You will never leave. Attempt to escape is futile. Escaping is impossible. It's like Kan, you can never escape. You'll be here forever.
Possibly. Or...
It's impossible. Give it a rest.
Break out or die trying.
You'll probably die.
Better to die with courage and hope than survive crushed and without a soul.
Alright then, Alkovan. Care to deliver a long speech to go with that, then lead a nation out of a hellhole, develop it, then get a teenage radio operator involved in international affairs.
Shut the fuck up.
Language.
Don't care. I'm breaking out.
Famous last words.
"So, how are things with you?"

[Unified Western States]

"Well, I can walk. So I'm getting better." Diana said, smiling.

[Alexlantis]

"Alright. Peanut M&M?" Allan said, holding out the third-full bag. "It has protein! And...um..." *reads nutritional info, says healthy stuff outloud* "Skim milk! Lactose! Soy lecithin. Soy! Corn Starch! See? Part of this nutritious breakfast." Allan threw one up in the air and caught it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. "Want one?"

[Unified Western States]

She laughed. "Sure." She walked over and grabbed a few, plopping them into her mouth.

[Alexlantis]

"Good and good for you." Allan said, balancing one on his nose like a seal. He snapped his head back and...missed. He tried again, and caught it. "Yesss! Alright, you try."

[Unified Western States]

Diana tried, and after some balancing acts, got it.

"Taste better that way, doesn't it." She said, laughing.

[Alexlantis]

"Yup." He said, laughing. "Of course, if you really want the optimum, there's always the Rube Goldberg technique."
Run. Now. Follow instructions.
There's no way out, remember?
That you know of.
Yes, because it doesn't exist!
Wuss.
Retard.
Chicken.
Tyrant's son.
Pussie.
Fucktard bastard.
Bring it, cupcake.

[Unified Western States]

She gave him a suspicious look. "The Rube-goldberg technique? Care to demonstrate?"

[Alexlantis]

Allan pulled out dominoes and a few other assorted objects. In a minute, he finished. He inflated a balloon, weighing down one side of a lever, hitting a ball, knocking a rod, turning on a fan, pushing a paper-sailed piece of cardboard, pushing a marble down a track. The marble hit a long, winding line of dominoes and Allan opened his mouth wide. The dominoes hit a plastic spoon, launching the peanut M&M into his waiting mouth. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed.
"That, young Grasshoper, is the way of the Rube Goldberg. Use it's awesome power wisely."

[Unified Western States]

She applauded, laughing. "Wow. That was very impressive"

[Alexlantis]

"Thanks. Wouldn't you know it, I've had alot of time on my hands. That's just design B."

[Unified Western States]

"I'd imagine so. Well, it will blow over. Hopefully."

[Alexlantis]

"Yeah. Say, when do we get back to work, anyway? When am I allowed to leave?"

[Unified Western States]

"Well, that depends. The NIC has to take full effect, and then we have to run some tests with coordination with the suit."

[Alexlantis]

"And after that happens, am I done here?"

[Unified Western States]

"Yeah. At least, thats' what I heard. Once the testing is done and once we know this whole process works, it'll be done. Then you can go home."

[Alexlantis]

"Is there any chance of me keeping a suit?" Allan said with a smirk. "Please?"

[Unified Western States]

"Fat chance. The UWS government won't let it out of this compound. Especially not to another country." She said, eating another M&M.

[Alexlantis]

"Fat chance. The UWS government won't let it out of this compound. Especially not to another country."

"Ah. Well, there go my chances at being Iron Man." Allan said with a laugh. "Then again, all I have to do is get blown up by a small rocket, build an energy device in a cave with spare parts to keep myself alive, build a suit out of spare parts, and blow up a bunch of Middle Eastern soldiers during my escape." Allan laughed some more; louder, longer, and harder.