“You’re right,” Henny4315 agreed, brow furrowed in thought. “Something like that cannot be in the hands of a civilian, especially not one capable of what he’s capable of.” “She.” Quark corrected. “Pardon?” Zach asked. “She. The person who broke in and knocked me out with a girl.” Quark explained, “I don’t know her, probably never even met her.” “Can you give us a description?” TopSecretSpyGuy asked, leaning forward. “I only saw her for a couple seconds, but I think she was wearing all black, or mostly black, from what I saw.” Quark told them, then paused, thinking. “She was younger, maybe thirteen or fourteen, and had a rather round, childlike face and a brown braid sticking out of her hood and green and yellow eyes and…” She shook her head. “I’m sorry I don’t remember anything thing else.” “That’s alright,” RomeNZ said kindly, “I doubt any of us would, with an encounter that brief.” “Yeah, I guess.” Quark replied, “As administrator, I feel personally responsible for this as I was unable to prevent it.” “It’s not your fault,” Essa Kryze shrugged, “That kid clearly knew what she was doing. I promise you this, though, we will bring her to justice.” She slammed a fist down on the table for emphasis. “Oh!” Quark cried, “I just remembered, the girl had a cat on her shoulder!” Her brow furrowed in thought again, “I think it was gray and white, maybe?” Several gasped were heard from the mods as they realized the most likely possibility. Plenty of Eternal citizens had brown hair or dressed in black but there was one who always had a gray cat with her. “Neko Paintbrush, the artist and writer?” Rome said, shaking his head. “She wouldn’t do that! I don’t believe she would, why would she?” Before anyone could respond, the double doors to the meeting room were thrown open and a breathless mod detective burst in. He held a folder in one hand and a device of some sort in the other. “We’ve just found new evidence,” He exclaimed, “We know exactly who it was and we have proof!”
* * *
Why is the mod team so cool in this story?
Um. . . because of. . . their inner coolness? Yes.
“Ha-haa!” I cried with a triumphant fist-pump. “They never knew what hit ‘em, they didn’t!” Eli landed beside me and clapped, a bit sarcastically. “Good job, us.” He smirked. “That was awesome, you should’ve seen the looks on those guards’ faces!” “I know right, same with Quark.” I held up the sword. “Look at this beauty.” He looked at it all right, with a look of minor disgust. “Yeah, now you can go sell our national heirloom to the highest bidder, so it can get trashed. Bravo.” He scoffed. “I’m only helping you because I owe you and you’re a friend, not because I think what you’re doing is right. My debt is repaid, next time you won’t get my help for something like this so easily.” “No!” I exclaimed, a bit indignant. “You think I’d sell this baby on the black market? Ha. HA. Yeah right.” I raised an eyebrow, “Let’s just say I have reasons.” “What kind of reasons?” Eli asked suspiciously. “None a’ ya business, ‘at’s what,” I snapped, frustrated he thought that. “Call it personal reasons, if you will. Listen, I might have just stolen a priceless artifact but I’m still as loyal as heck to my city, I wouldn’t sell this type of thing for a millions bucks, which I probably could for the record.” “What am I supposed to expect? You know what, whatever, I don’t care.” He shrugged, annoyed, and flipped his hover board back into the air. “I’ve got things to do.” Before Eli disappeared into the bustling city, he called, “Have fun with your personal reasons.” “Yeah, thanks.” I retorted and hopped on my own board * * *
All the mods were there, from Quark to Gnuehchcaz to Essa Kryze , in a large meeting room used for important staff meetings exclusively. Thus far it wasn’t going particularly well. “This doesn’t make sense,” K66 hissed, shaking her head. “How did they get past the patrols? The security cameras?” Zach shook his head, “The real question isn’t how they got past the physical barrier, but the technical ones. They fact that they have access to our codes and therefore systems worries me. With that kind of power, they could do almost anything.”
Y u be keeping secrets?
No, no, no, of course not! *hides something behind back*
Alright all caught up! Off to an interesting start here. I can't help but wonder what you want with the sword. It's been an amazing read so far, keep it up! Moar?
I haven't read them in a long time, just because once I caught up and had to wait for the next one to come out, I couldn't remember what happened last. The timeline got a little confusing after the Dawn of the Clans came out. But yes, I love Warriors!
I darted through the grove quickly and found another path. There were no guards, at least not near enough to see me, so I hurried across the path to the other side. There I casually strolled down the path, surrounded by hedges on either side, and after a few minutes of hiding and darting and casually-walking-so-as- not-to-look-suspicious-to-nearby-guards, I found myself at the base of Mod Tower, in a small grove of trees. The Mod Tower was a massive circular skyscraper that rose high into the air. There were rows of windows on the sides and there was a helicopter pad on the roof. Once the guards had past, I crept around to the main doors in. There were two guards there but they wouldn’t be a problem. I quietly pulled tranquilizer gun out of my bag and two carefully aimed darts hit the guards before they could blink. Both looked around in surprise, but didn’t see me, I didn’t think, and slumped to ground, snoring. Casually, I walked past the sleeping guards and typed a code, M0D- P0W3R-RUL35, into the keypad on the double doors. The doors unlocked and slid open silently as I slipped in. They closed behind me and and quickly darted into the elevator. This was risky, yes, but according to map of the tower and its guards I’d found on the black market, there were none stationed where I was going. I pressed the button for floor one-hundred and waited, growing increasingly irritating with the stupid elevator music. After a moment, I reached the top floor and carefully scanned the room before me. It was a long corridor lined with seemingly endless doors and no one--Ah! A janitor! The mop-wielding janitor was in the middle of the hall and about fifteen feet away. His back was turned so he didn’t see me as he cleaned the floor but I doubted that’d last. I hesitated for a moment but then knocked him out with a dart. There weren’t any security cameras in the hallway, which surprised me, but that worked to my advantage. The door at the end of the hall was marked ‘Mods Only’ (which was dumb since the whole tower was mod-only), and was locked with a keypad.
Respect for the two guards and janitor who had to take a dart that day.
Alright all caught up! Off to an interesting start here. I can't help but wonder what you want with the sword. It's been an amazing read so far, keep it up! Moar?
Excellent, I'm so glad. What could Neko be up to? Thanks! Sure.
I haven't read them in a long time, just because once I caught up and had to wait for the next one to come out, I couldn't remember what happened last. The timeline got a little confusing after the Dawn of the Clans came out. But yes, I love Warriors!
their inner coolness? Yes. ![[h]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/nPCskakrdhDERqIVGKuw.png)
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Welcome, welcome and trice welcome! And, hi. 
Hello. 
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Goodbye LMBs...
:3 :3 you're welcome. :3
