Log:Knock Three Times

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Knock Three Times
Emitter	Deirdre
Players	Atalanta, Dr. Cyclone, Gadget, Sirocco, Spectrum
NPCs	Arachne, Orphne, The Three Ladies
Place	PLU Humanities Building
Time (IC)	January 29th, 2013
Time (OOC)	January 29th, 2008

The humanities building after hours isn't generally the most hustling and bustling place, but a few of the Classics majors have been poking around today because of a new item the Archaeology department is storing in the Anthro labs. It's a beautifully-preserved votive figurine from late Coptic antiquity, displaying a tripartite goddess. The name 'HKATE is visibly etched on the bottom, as a sort of title. It's a significant find for people studying the Coptic wizard tradition and the papyri graecae magicae, and there's been some press about it in archaeological digests lately.

It may be late, but Dr. Gia Cecere is found, as she often is, working late in her office. Her door is open, a sign that other faculty members, the department's grad students, and the undergraduates taking classes from her know as a sign that visitors are welcome, even if it's not her posted office hours.

At the moment, the young professor is seated at her desk, typing into her laptop. The right side of her desk faces toward the door, and there are two guest chairs arranged facing the front of it.

Edgar is not an Anthropology professor, but he is -interested- in anthropology and archaeology. His home is full of items that would make some of these majors squeal with joy, but that is neither here nor there. Since his classes are done for the day and he has heaped papers on his TAs, Dr. Engels has come in to get a look at this intriguing item for himself.

Alexandra wanders in, a sheaf of papers tucked in one arm. She doesn't really have a life besides crimefighting and school anyway, these days. (Or most days.) "Done," she tells Gia as she enters. She works quickly.

Ellie is doing a favor for her mother. Namely, this means teleporting into her office to pick up something she forgot at work. Even if that means she then finds she has to fetch something out of another room upstairs, on calling back. So she listens to make sure no one is watching as she steps out of the office, then heads on up the stairs toward Anthropology.

"Oh! Hey, Dr. Cecere," Amy chimes as she peeks into the office moments after Alexandra enters, even raising a hand in a cheerful sort of wave. "Sorry to peek in so late, but I was wondering if the paper's graded...?" She was a bit late, you see. She has no need to study, certainly, with a literally photographic memory... but knowing everything and -writing- about it are two different things.

Gia looks up from her typing as Alexandra enters. "Thanks, Alexa," she says, with a smile for her head TA and de facto protege. Well, so much as it counts for anything to be the protege of an assistant professor still working toward her tenure. "Anything in those I should know about?" Then Amy arrives, and Gia looks to her with a grin, saying, "Impreccable timing, thanks to Miss Constantinides, here."

Alexandra sets the papers on the desk. "No, not really. Everything's in order, no one falling off the tracks or anything. At least none other than the usual suspects." She waves in Amy's direction, somewhat distracted, then double-takes. "Oh, I guess you'll want to know what you got...?"

Edgar is not a very social man. He -is- knowledge-hungry, however, so is inspecting the figurine. In one hand he has a sleek, asymmetrical Art Deco ...thing. It is a phone and PDA that is primarily touchscreen, but is clearly a custom job. Thumb grazing over the screen, he uses it to take notes on his own observations. Ellie comes on up toward the other lab....no, not for that device, but all the same when she sees Edgar there she pokes her head in with a wave. "Hey there, Dr. Engels." She follows right after, of course.

Amy grins at Alexandra. "More or less really, yeah! And I do try to make things well-timed when I can. .. Which this wasn't, but I won't let that happen again, really," she offers awkwardly.

There's an odd hissing noise from the corner of the laboratory. It's gone almost as quickly as it occurs, but it's... almost snakelike. If one were paying a lot of attention, or perhaps a light controller sensitive to the electromagnetic spectrum, one might notice that the lights are almost imperceptibly dimmed.

"Eh?" Edgar was absorbed in his thoughts, so when he hears his name it just makes him blink and look around. Before he can respond to Ellie, the hissing makes him tense up. The room gets perceptably colder, as if the air conditioning suddenly decided to crank itself up.

Ellie notices something awry as well in there. She tilts her head at the hissing, and the cold...well, she notices but lumps in with the lights. "Something...is weird in here." Watching for more, of course, though not showing off immediately either.

"No reason to keep Miss Eirich in suspense any longer," Gia says to Alexa, still grinning. She reaches to her keyboard again, saving her work for the moment, her attention diverted for just a second or two before she asks Amy, "How are your classes going so far, if you don't mind my asking? Other than mine, of course."

Amy, on the other hand, doesn't notice anything! She is a few rooms away, and while she has superhuman senses, they don't quite apply here just yet. "Hmm...?", she blinks a moment, but shakes her head. "Hey, I'm doing alright here! ... So far?", she offers, smiling. "Doing much better on courses without essays, I'll admit..."

Alexandra starts to flip through the papers, looking for Amy's paper, letting the other two talk as she does so. Once she reaches the proper one, she hands it over to Amy, with a bit of a smile.

"...er. Get Dr. Cecere, because something is wrong," says Edgar, hurriedly shoving his phone device into an inner pocket of his suit jacket. His attention is off of the artifact, as he is facing towards one corner of the room.

Amy proceeds to... well, sigh with relief. See? She did well! Not the best writer, perhaps, but quite far from the worst... and her technical knowledge is without compare. "... Phew. Sorry to hassle you two, anyway!"

There is a rather pronounced bubbling noise, now, in conjunction with the hissing, and suddenly a watery figure arises from the corner of the room. The water itself is black and viscous, and it shapes itself into a feminine outline before giving way to a flesh and blood person. She's very pale, with rich auburn hair, and her sharp blue eyes survey the room. The high-heels of her ornate black bodysuit barely touch the floor. "Pardon me, sir. I'm going to need that statuette, if you'd be so kind."

There's a clatter and a thud, then, as the air vent grating on the other wall falls out and lands on the floor. A dusky-skinned woman in a black catsuit with a spider emblem peeks out from inside. "Oh good, this is the right room."

The pale woman slaps her forehead. "Gods above, Arachne, I was -trying- to make a dramatic entrance."

Meanwhile, down the hall, still unaware of anything being amiss, Gia answers Amy, keeping her mild amusement at the girl's reaction to her grade to herself. "No worries. If my door is open, you're always welcome."

Alexandra shrugs. "What she said. We're here, so not a hassle." She, too, is oblivious, of course.

Ellie gives a sudden gasp at the sight of the villains' arrival, and backs quickly for the door like a frightened teenager. "I'll...get some help!" She's out in the hall a moment later, and gestures down to the hall. It's like a flashbulb just went off at Gia's door, and if the comm is on, or Amy might pick it up for that matter, a silent radio signal. <This is Spectrum, people trying to steal something in the lab.> This is before she vanishes entirely once out of the view of the lab interior. All the time to pull her costume out and whip it on to displace her normal clothing.

Edgar withdraws his hand from his coat pocket slowly, as if to show he is not armed. "Well, it's not mine to give you," he explains to the bubbling water-woman. The temperature in the room is returning to normal, at least. "Honestly, if you just -take- it then it'll be theft. I don't suppose you could just speak to the people in charge about this if you have a complaint as to ownership of the item?"

Amy, as noted, does have superhuman senses. Radio, as well, is one of them. She can't get quite as good a reception as she can in her metallic form, but it's plenty enough for here. "... Er?" Her rational thought takes only a fraction of a second; if it were just a normal thief, Spectrum could have handled it, without a need for a call for help. "... Anyway, I have to take care of a few things," she notes, ducking out the door. To try and slip into some unoccupied room or another for a moment, you see.

"That statuette was lost by my Sisterhood some three hundred years ago. I'll be damned if it's going to end up in a museum. However, I've no -legal- claim to it, so I think we're just going to have to take it." The auburn-haired woman smiles slightly, as though laughing at some private joke to which only she knows the punchline.

"Whoa, really? I thought Mormo just saw it in the news and wanted it and stuff, I didn't know it had a history and was like ours and stuff." Arachne climbs out of the air vent, sticking to the wall in her spidery way. She blinks behind her domino mask.

"Oh, DO do me a favour and shut UP!"

The 'flashbulb' goes off at the door, causing Gia to snap her gaze in that direction. "...the hell?" And it's just at that moment that Amy is excusing herself -- and a soft beeping starts up from a pocket of her laptop bag -- and from somewhere on Alexandra's person.

The professor glaces toward her assistant quickly as she's getting to her feet, and comments, "/This/ can't be good..." At least Amy is no longer in the room, leaving Gia free to transform herself, Alexa already being in on her secret. And so she dissoves into airiness, only to re-form out in the hall as Sirocco. She doesn't re-solidify, though, keeping herself airy just in case...

As for Alexandra, she speaks a soft lyrical phrase, enveloping herself in a cocoon of light. When the light fades, Atalanta stands there, ready for whatever might come. She, of course, follows Sirocco.

"ANYWAY, the point is that I'm going to have to ask you to hand it over. I'd rather -not- kill you but I'm not entirely opposed to the idea." Orphne finally touches down on the ground, and black stygian water pools around her feet.

"You really should do what she says, she gets cranky." Arachne flexes her hands and makes a little ball of webbing, which she begins to juggle.

Spectrum tosses those clothes aside into another doorway as she steps on into the lab again....enough to not block the door with those coming hopefully behind. "That's enough there!" Spectrum appears suddenly, and just as she does there's a burst of light before Arachne's face....not unlike the one at Gia's office, though much brighter. "Haven't you ever been in a university? You have to file with the department head before robbing the place."

"I'd... really hoped you'd be more reasonable about this," Edgar admits to the invaders, a little disappointed. The air in the room suddenly kicks up quite a lot, stirring lose papers and whipping hair and clothing, but not knocking anything over. Add to this a little fog and for a moment Edgar is obscured. When the brief maelstrom dies down he is in his mask and coat cloak, a sparkle of barely-visible ice crystals hanging in the air around him. "I mean, you still have a chance to just... not take this thing," Dr. Cyclone explains. "If it -really- belongs to you there -are- legal ways to go about this."

Tap. Taptap. That doesn't sound like much, really, were it not for the fact it's on the glass, and the dull sort of rushing sound that comes with it. The metal woman outside, suspended in the air by built-in rockets, is... probably a bit more surprising indeed, perhaps to everyone but Spectrum. Her free hand raised, in a wave, as both a greeting and a warning.

Stepping -- if a cloudy, ghostlike woman made of air can actually 'step' -- into the room, Sirocco sizes up the situation quickly. It's not hard to tell who doesn't belong here. Or to guess what they're after. The presence of Dr. Cyclone, and of Gadget outside the window, is a bit of a surprise, but that makes what she's about to do all the more viable.

The airy woman abruptly vanishes from the doorway, instantly re-forming next to where the object is standing. Her airy hands envelop the thing, and then she's just as abruptly gone -- and the object with her. She reappears briefly at the doorway, the now-airy object visible where she cradles it close to her body, and then she -- and it -- dissipate into the air again and are gone from sight.

Alexandra isn't much behind Sirocco -- she can run really fast, but she has to mind doors and walls. The faculty frowns on people just busting through them. She pauses upon seeing the other meta-types there, too, then throws them a smile and a wave. Apparently, she is unconcerned about what may happen here.

Orphne snarls and takes a swing at Spectrum, moving almost like a swimmer with that black, inky water flowing behind her body. The blow misses Spectrum, but it's notable in that rather than using a fist, she attacks with a tendril of that fel fluid.

Arachne, meanwhile, is groping her own face and shouting. "Oh my gods! That was totally not okay! I can't see! Oh my gods! Oh my gods!" She falls off the wall and lands with a little thud on the ground.

Spectrum sidesteps the tendril, and calls back, "It's gone. If you want to stay around we'll be glad to keep you, though." Another sweep of her hand and another burst of light follows: unfortunately for her, Orphne is more ready for the attack than her companion was, and easily shakes off any momentary spots she might see.

GAME: Dr. Cyclone rolls 1d20 + 11: 18 for a total of 29.

"Er. I hate doing this, but you're not making this easy for us." Dr. Cyclone raises his arms. Electricity crawls around his form for a moment as he rises into the air, and suddenly a flaring blue bolt of lightning blasts from his hands to strike Orphne. Immediately accompaning this vivid flash is an enormous crack of thunder, although Orphne takes the brunt of this. She is left boggled by the blast, her hair crackling and standing on end.

GAME: Gadget rolls 1d20 + 10: 20 for a total of 30.

For one thing, Gadget didn't even know Sirocco could do that. It's something to keep in mind for the future. Opening a window is easy enough, even from the outside, and she ducks halfway through it, holding her right arm forward. It... doesn't seem like much, really, but the sudden electric *crack* in the air says enough; a pair of thin, almost invisible wires connecting her to Arachne, firing a potent taster discharge. It amounts to nothing, however, even as Gadget exclaims, "I have no intention of using lethal force here, but I won't stand down until your motives are clear." A warning, such as it is.

GAME (Toughness): Sirocco rolls 1d20 + 8: 15 for a total of 23.

As she arrives on the rooftop, Sirocco feels a disturbance in the air. Before she has a chance to react, unfortunately, she's raked by a viciously sharp set of claws. She manages to move with the blow well enough, but it still hurts quite a bit... and in the same moment, the figurine is taken by another pair of hands.

"Well, special delivery. How convenient." Three ethereal, insubstantial women stand before her, completely identical but for the color of their hair. To the left stands a blonde, a redhead in the center, and a brunette on the right; they actually rather resemble the tripartite Hecate statuette. They finish each other's sentences in a rather unsettling manner. "It's very... kind of you... to give us a hand like that." The brunette licks what passes for Sirocco's blood off of her taloned fingers.

GAME: Charlottemitter awards a hero point to Sirocco.

With a snarl of pain and fury, Sirocco wheels and looses a vicious bolt of semi-solidified air at the triplet who clawed her, the brunette. Unfortunately, it passes right through her harmlessly, without even disturbing her form in the way it would were she merely an airyform like Sirocco herself. Knowing that any further efforts she can make against such beings are futile, the elemental chooses instead to see if any of her teammates can have better luck against the glostly women than she does.

And so Sirocco vanishes again, only to re-form again back in the lab. "Roof! Now! With me!" she exclaims urgently, as she reaches to touch as many of her allies as she can -- leaving out Spectrum if it means she can reach someone else, since she knows the light-controller can get there under her own power just as quickly.

There's a line in a Douglas Adams book about being drunk. From the point of view of the glass of water. It's kind of like that, as Dr. Cyclone, Atalanta, and Gadget feel their substance transforming, for the briefest of moments, into air. There's possibly a mad flash of perception of passing upward through the building's ductwork, through passages that Sirocco has made a point of familiarizing herself with. And then, less than blink later, the trio of teammates find themselves solid once more. And on the roof of the building, facing Sirocco's assailants. "Get them!" the elemental yells. "They're not material, somehow!"

Atalanta steps forward slightly, and gives something a try, despite Sirocco's warning. Her hands come together in front of her, with a thunderous clap. A visible shockwave emanates outward, stirring dust on the rooftop, scattering small pebbles and such, but the three ghostly women are unaffected. "Well, it was worth as shot. Not much I can do, I'm afraid."

"I can't see! Orphne I can't see! They totally blinded me ohmigods!" Arachne is very upset. "ORPHNE THEY BLINDED ME!"

"WHAT?" Orphne asks in reply. "I can't... I can't HEAR you!"

This is a mess.

GAME: Spectrum rolls 1d20 + 11: 20 for a total of 31.
GAME: Spectrum spends a hero point.

Spectrum can make her own way to the roof, and she needs no time to adjust to the shift of location. "Not substantial?" She's been insubstantial before, but that's different from working on countermeasures. "Let's try....." She suddenly shimmers into a faded appearance, then just as quickly a bright and radiant shifting spectrum of light, not unlike her costume but made from a prism-on-black reflection to an on-white glow. She dashes forward at the redhead, aiming a sudden and sharp punch for the midsection. It lands square on the other insubstantial woman with a sudden flash and crack....but it doesn't seem to do more than minorly impair her. "Let's get that back."

The redhead just looks at her gut for a moment, then looks up at Spectrum with a vaguely horrified expression. "You little bitch!" Her eyes draw into little slits of rage. Speaking of her eyes, it's worth noting that the redheaded sister has a set of odd markings about her eyes. Anthropologists and even recreational historians might recognize the design as the Eye of Horus. The blonde and the brunette each have the same symbol about -one- of their eyes, the blonde on her right and the brunette on her left.

"Well, it's been fun... but it's probably about time... we were going." The redhead tosses the figurine into the air, where it vanishes with a flash of purple-black light.

GAME: Charlottemitter awards a hero point to all players.

GAME: Dr. Cyclone rolls 1d20 + 11: 8 for a total of 19.
GAME: Dr. Cyclone spends a hero point.
GAME: Dr. Cyclone rolls 1d20 + 11: 16 for a total of 27.
GAME: Charlottemitter awards a hero point to Dr. Cyclone.

"Gnh." Dr. Cyclone holds onto his hat, literally, when Sirocco transports everyone to the roof. He files away the experience for later thought, focusing on the matter at hand. The redheaded woman gets his focus, however; first off, because she uses bad language. Secondly, she just made the figurine vanish. "Well, nuts," he remarks, raising an arm to the sky. There is a brief spark of electricity around the woman, her red hair starting to prickle upwards, and then a white bolt of lightning cracks straight down from the sky along with a roof-shaking roar of thunder. The woman's hair is on end as she reels around, stunned.

"What-?", Gadget stammers, stumbling on her feet; she gets her bearings quickly, however, radar matching the exterior surroundings to what she felt from the window below. It... doesn't take a genius, either, to see who's responsible and why, even if she can't react in time to stop the trio of villainesses. No warning given, no, but while she lacks thunder and lightning, she makes up for it in other ways. Right forearm melting and unfolding, revealing a barrel and a broad lens, as several fins unfold from her back. Radar tracking is useless, but all she needed was line of sight, as...

ZORCH. It does, really, sound a bit like thunder; a visible red streak cutting through the air. And it's enough to affect the woman as well, blasting her into seeming unconsciousness as the lens on Gadget's arm continues to glow faintly.

The blonde and the brunette look completely shocked (if one pardons the pun) as their sister collapses to the ground in a heap. "Perhaps we... should hurry."

GAME (Zorch!): Sirocco rolls 1d20 + 8: 7 for a total of 15.
GAME: Sirocco spends a hero point.
GAME (Zorch!): Sirocco rolls 1d20 + 8: 11 for a total of 19.
GAME: Charlottemitter awards a hero point to Sirocco.

She just watched Doc calling lightning. And other teammates' energy-based attacks working against the trio. But Sirocco doesn't have one. At least not one she can do as easily as breathing...

And so the elemental digs down deep, and reaches out with her will, commanding the very molecules of the air. To vibrate. The exchange charges. To build up a voltage...

"I... don't... THINK... so...," the blue woman spits out, as her will grabs... /yanks/... and *CRACK* a blue-white bolt smashes into the blonde, leaving her reeling.

"...bitch."

Her powers being largely punching and lifting heavy stuff (or just being good at things in general), Atalanta merely watches. One of the things she is -not- good at is punching the immaterial, sadly enough.

"Oooorphneeeeeeee!" Arachne is walking around smacking into things, now. At one point she tries to climb up the wall back into the air vent, but she cannot find the opening.

"Come here! I can't hear you, so I don't know if -you- can hear me, but... come -here-, you stupid thing!" Orphne staggers over to Arachne and then collapses, her body dissolving into a wave of black, murky ichor. As it hits Arachne she too dissolves into liquid, and with a bubble and a hiss they both vanish.

GAME (Power Attack +4): Spectrum rolls 1d20 + 8: 13 for a total of 21.

Spectrum is still holding that sharp and wavering glow, sending rippling patterns through her form whenever she moves. It's a sudden uppercut to the staggering blonde's jaw that seems to connect with another visible jolt of light, leaving her seeming to be quite in bad shape now, though still barely on her feet. "Hurry before they get out of here!"

"O Mother Hekate, Keeper of the Liminal Points! Grant your daughters passage through the void!" The brunette thrusts her hands upward, gazing toward the moon as violet-black light shines in her eyes. Grabbing hold of her staggered and unconscious sisters, she turns to face the heroes with a snakelike rattle. "You'll soon regret your interference." And with a flash of shadowy energy, they're gone.

<Init> Charlottemitter clears the initiative list.
GAME: Charlotte awards a hero point to all players.

Another rather sizeable bolt of lightning cracks down from the sky, striking at the spot where the three women were just standing. They fled just in time. After the thunder dies down, Dr. Cyclone snaps his fingers. "Drat."

"Ngh-," Gadget notes, laser primed again- just in time for the trio to vanish as suddenly as they arrived. With no target to lock onto, she doesn't fire, her arm returning to its normal (well, metallic) shape. "... That seems like an awful lot of trouble to raid a university lab for. Does anyone know what that was about?"

"That would probably best be analyzed by looking at what they were trying to steal and what properties it might have," Atalanta suggests. "And their incantations might have some clues there, too."

And with seeing the sisters vanish, Sirocco stares for a moment, even as her airy form falls back into a sitting position on the roof in slow motion, her legs stretched out in front of her. Then she turns solid again, her outlines gaining sharp definition and her substance no longer ghostly-transparent. "Crap." She's looking a bit drained, probably by the effort it took to generate that lightning bolt.

Dr. Cyclone crouches down by Sirocco, concerned. "Are you all right? I'm sorry about that... I was lining up another shot, I didn't want to take out the building by accident... it made me a little slow."

Sirocco answers doc, "M'fine. Just need to catch my breath." Which, coming from her, might be more amusing in a different situation.

"Well, that's just it. I'm not exactly well-versed in... whatever they were doing there," Gadget notes as she straightens up, and exhales. "Also, it's nice to run into everyone so suddenly, I just wish it was in slightly more pleasant circumstances."

"Well, that's no good. What was that, anyway?" Spectrum takes a moment to catch her breath. And as she does she suddenly loses that extra glow and sparkle. Then just an instant later she vanishes from sight entirely: the way the aftereffects had somehow left her suit looking like a coat of paint on her might have something to do with that.

Dr. Cyclone rubs the back of his neck after pushing his fedora back. "...do you think I should have it rain a little so er, no one gets suspicious about all the er, lightning we just generated? Here..." He looks upwards, and a moment later a light rain starts to fall, all around them. Just... not on them.

Sirocco shakes her head. "Gonna have to report what happened, anyway. Dammit. My fault. If I hadn't brought it up here..."

"A little rain might help." Spectrum speaks hesitantly out of the air, and adds, "Remind me not to try that trick again until I've researched it better, though." Also, now that she's solid, it can be more clearly seen that Sirocco is bleeding a bit from the claw marks left in her skin by the brunette, upon the elemental's first arrival on the roof. Deep blue blood.

Gadget ehehs, and hrms, looking back over her shoulder. "We can discuss this later, if need be. I also realize I might need to work on my weapon systems, as well... it seems like it was blind luck that I was able to do much at all." She can do first aid if need be, but only if nobody else has better skill; she's far from professional.

Spectrum returns a few moments later, in normal clothes again but still blindfolded. "I need to come up with better too. "Sirocco, are you okay?"

Dr. Cyclone gets a clean handkerchief from his suit pocket, so he can at least tend to Sirocco's claw wound. He does have more than a little experience with such things, even if the blue blood is a novelty. "Well, I wasn't completely certain lightning would work, I had other ideas if not. Fortunately I didn't have to experiment too much, but I'm sorry they got away with the artifact."

"What -was- it, anyway?", Gadget wonders. Not pressing too hard, really... rather, she simply wants all the information she can process. "I only came on such short due to Spectrum calling for help."

Sirocco winces a bit as Doc starts to perform first aid, but once a bit of the blood is wiped away, it's clear that it's not too bad. Just some long, thin, shallow slices in her sky-blue skin. "I'll live," she replies tp Spectrum, before adding, "Much as I might wish I hadn't when I try to explain what happened."

"It's not your fault." Dr. Cyclone ends up making a bandage around Sirocco's injured arm, to keep it clean for now. "I -did- try to reason with them first, but they were ah, arrogant about it, I hope I didn't mess up the lab."

Gadget kicks off the roof, rockets firing; it's amazing how quiet it is when she's just hovering in place like that. "... Just how many of you work here, anyway? That was an awfully fast response time." Not trying to sound suspicious, just... musing randomly. "If something else occurs, keep in touch, alright?"

"It's not like there was too much option there, other than just let them walk off. We didn't do any wanton destruction, so there's only so much we can try for." Spectrum sighs a bit. "I'll see what I can find out on that, though."

Sirocco says, "I took the piece out of there, trying to protect it, and instead I got jumped by the twisted sisters and lost it to them. I'll be lucky if I don't get arrested for taking it in the first place."

Dr. Cyclone eyeshifts a little, at Gadget's question. "Er...." He does not answer it immediately. "Well, you weren't trying to -steal- it, Sirocco. If we're lucky they'll try for some revenge... I mean they're arrogant, aren't they? And we really annoyed them a great deal. If they come back, we might be able to ... capture them and get the piece back."