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[Ken U Belevitt]

"It's a wheelchair," he said, moving the stick back and fourth a couple of times, and letting her see the wheels react in kind. "Now...go play in the street." He turned full circle and immediately began digging through the more immediate contents of the store room. He fished around for a long period of time until he found a particular CPU case, wrenched open the maintenance access door and dug his hand in, the same way one would find a certain childhood character with their hand in the honey pot. He turned, saw Charlet at his side again, and bolted. "Do you make any noise?"

 

[Charlet]

“I should proably go To bed .” She informed before turning to a nearby air vent and crawling inside to sneak into her dorm without waking up her “big “ sister shada

 

[Ken U Belevitt]

"Cute kid, here's hoping they don't give her fangs too soon...." The man yanked loose the component of the hard drive he was looking for, which appeared to be a solid black USB drive. He quickly put it in the inside breast pocket of the coat he was wearing, then tilted the stick on the wheelchair forward again. He winced a bit at the rather distinct whirring noise still emanating from the electric motor of the grocery cart. If he could make it to the door clean he'd be home free. Just.....a few......mooooooore......feet.........

(A slightly more senior VILE agent should pick up the thread here, and Charlet can come back along with that other person)

 

[Acton Roux]

The very early morning was a time for Acton Roux to contemplate upon his research. It was not unusual for the French doctor to write well into dawn, but unusual sounds from above prompted him to leave his laboratory.

He observed the door of the storeroom opened, and suspected that a janitor may have needed to fix something due to the recent rains.

Standing at the doorway, he noted a wet heap of a rounded man in a coat sitting upon an electric chair with wheels. Acton had not been in the service of the queen long enough to have worked with this man. Nor was he privy to when this particular man disappeared, but who could forget this hair?

"Monsieur, you are an agent, non?"

 

[Ken U Belevitt]

He game to a sudden stop. The masked doctor didn't appear to recognize him, but he certainly recognized the doctor. He was never a fan of physicians. Maybe that was apparent because he was so grossly overweight and in a wheelchair. But here were more subtle variances also involved. Doctors prescribed pills, and he never liked the idea of taking something that was going to, however so subtlety, mess with his brain chemistry.

There was also something to be said about trusting the advice of a doctor that unironically wore a big black plague mask wherever he went. He sincerely wondered what he'd think if he knew such things were trendy again.

"I was, doc, I WAS an agent...now I AM taking some of my equipment back and going on the lamb, so if you'll excuse me..." He found he couldn't get the side hexagonal base of his newly made wheelchair out of the corridor without potentially knocking the doctor in the knees or something. He'd still have to wait at least ten more minutes until he felt precisely that vindictive and/or desperate.

 

[Acton Roux]

Behind hi darkened goggles, Acton's expression furrowed skeptically. This strange man had been away, and may not understand recent protocols.

"I am afraid I cannot let you simply leave, my rotund friend," Acton spoke without emotion, "You have the option of staying here to explain yourself, or you may return what you have taken." His glance went briefly to a seemingly empty corner of the storage room. "We have both now been recorded in the security cameras, someone will have questions."

 

[Charlet]

Charlet exited a vent complaining about not being able to fall asleep.

She noticed the doctor and sighs “hello Acton Roux and guy who I helped.” She chuckled innocently

She wondered if she was in trouble too

She bit her lip with frustration causing a bit of blood to pool into her mouth.

A bad habit from her previous life.

“Am I gonna be questioned too since I led the man to the storage room?” She asked in a whimper

Her green eyes are filled with tears and they started to trace down her dimpled cheeks.

 

[Ken U Belevitt]

"Well that's easily fixed, doc: what is it you care to know?" He leered and his face grew into a twisted grin. If he couldn't outright lie his way out, he'd have the physician's head spinning within a minute. He certainly seemed like the intellectual type. It was always the advantage he held over ACME and some of VILE's elite. None could stand his encroachment on the fragile little realm they chose as their reali...

*“hello Acton Roux and guy who I helped.”*

He gave an audible groan and put his face in his palm. The little carmen-ette was oblivious to the fact that she'd kicked the...figurative...chair out from underneath him. He strained a amicable grin "Oh-kay, I'll be clean, but only if we take this to the black room. If we're this much in the open, there might still be some non-VILE listening.”

 

[Charlet]

Charlet mumbled something under her breath about a monster trying to eat her in her room

“I will go to sleep in the vents where it can’t get me.” She whispered before entering the vent to sleep.

Her snores echoed in the vents

 

[Acton Roux]

As he watched the young woman appear and disappear, the doctor did not react.

"The black room is now a laboratory," Acton Roux indicated its direction, which was east and downwards, "I have the key, you may lead the way."

 

[Ken U Belevitt]

"Figures," he said in protests as he allowed Dr. Roux to lead him wherever it was that he felt secure in. Once the doors were shut, He used his chair to belly up to a sparse enough table, where he tossed a paper dossier.

"Here I am, Ken U. Belevitt. VILE third gen, infamous conspiracy theorist and hacker, AWOL since roughly 2014." A somewhat dated photo scattered loose from the papers illustrating the subject at 19: still obese and sporting a ginger afro...reasonably less mature in dress, wearing an outfit not unlike that of Pugsley Addams. "Don't let me make you think it hasn't been a little slice of heaven. Because it hasn't." He winced when he realized he could still hear the girl snoring in the vents.

 

[Acton Roux]

Acton was expressionless. This dossier meant very little to him. The red haired man, however, seemed paranoid and mildly delusional. Perhaps more than mildly, but the Frenchman was not a meticulous judge of psychosis.

"What was it that you took from the storeroom, Monsieur Belevitt?"