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Who:

icequeen_aran,

things_go_boom,

pedaltothemetal,

pkmachomega,

noheroesinwar
What: TIME TO FIND METAL GEAR REX but what else will be found?
Where: ALASKA
When: DATE FLEXIBLE; let's say December 21st for now.
Warnings: Lash, Bounty Hunters, Alaskan Wolf Dogs and so forth.

Samus had had it. She was frustrated. She was aggravated. After months of searching, she still couldn't find Metal Gear REX. Granted, several of those months were riddled with interruptions like tiki island curses and the usual teaching job grind, but I digress.

REX was easily not the biggest threat out there, but at this point it had become a war of attrition on her patience and perhaps her pride too. What kind of bounty hunter could she call herself if she couldn't hunt down walking tank armed with nuclear weapons? Even the slippery local murder had somehow still eluded everyone's sights, including hers. REX was easily four stories tall--something like that shouldn't be too hard to miss. It was once somewhere very close to the Smash Academy, so where could it of possibly gone?

Otacon knew. Or... the old Otacon knew. Samus had been stubbornly resisting going to Otacon for help but was running out of options and clues.

Her recent spat with Falcon, (while currently resolved... for the most...) had her favoring less friendly and lawful methods of information retrieval. Falcon wanted her to stay away from Otacon? Fine. Sure. She wouldn't go directly to Otacon, even if the scientist was her best and only lead.

Samus hunkered down at her computer, fingers swiftly typing away. She was going to hack into Otacon's computer and take what she needed instead.

With any luck, he'd never know about it either.

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Well, there was a phone number Claus wasn't used to seeing pop up on his phone. Unfortunately he had missed it because he was checking his voicemail and didn't know how to switch over to call waiting. He called him back, though.

"Coach Falcon?"

Edited 2012-01-12 07:09 (UTC)

Well, this was awkward. There was definitely a reason why Falcon didn't make personal phone calls to students.

"Uh. Yes. Hello."

Pause.

"You're not in trouble. Did Lash tell you about a trip? Possibly to Alaska?"

WOAH that was weird Falcon were you psychic too. Claus had just gotten off of his voice mail, where Lash had left a very mysterious message indeed.

"Um. Actually, I just heard that Lash took off for a couple days, but she didn't say where. I was actually going to find out after I got some lunch."

It wasn't that the suspense wasn't killing him, it was just that his stomach had been growling very loudly, and he was just going to grab a sandwich and take it to Lash's room, honest.

"It's Alaska. She went to Alaska."

Falcon was halfway out the door, cell phone wedged between shoulder and ear. He knew exactly what he was going to do and he knew exactly how he was going to do it.

"How soon can you be ready? To go to Alaska."

It was mostly a rhetorical question. He was already in his car.

What the hell was even... Claus' stomach growled again, and he looked towards the door forlornly, at the same time moving an arm out to grab his bomber jacket off his desk chair.

"... How long are we going for?"

Falcon didn't know how long this was going to take. Sure, he could get to Alaska in no time flat, but at the same time, he didn't know what Samus and Lash were doing there. The trip could be anywhere from a few hours to a few days.

"Maybe you should bring a change of underwear. And some snacks."

Yep, that would just about cover it.

There would be time to ask exactly what was going on when they were in the car-- the coach sounded like he was in a hurry. And he was a pretty secret guy in the first place, so Claus figured he could probably take it slow in that regard. He shrugged on his jacket, grabbed a bag off the floor, and started to pack.

"Alright. Should I meet you in the parking lot?"

"Uh, yes."

He was, in fact, already pulling into the parking lot.

"Come out whenever you're ready. I'll be waiting."

And so he did. In no time at all, the redhead was out in the parking lot, dressed for Alaska complete with backpack and also a bag of chips he was ravenously working at. He spotted Falcon's car from a mile away, trying to contain the excitement he was feeling at the idea of actually being able to ride in it. Oh, man. He walked up to the passenger's side window.

"Hey, Coach Falcon."

The cockpit swung open, revealing that the driver's seat had been shifted forward to make room for a passenger. "Hop in. Seatbelts go over your shoulders and clip in the middle." Hopefully it would be pretty self-explainatory.

"I guess I owe you a little bit more of an explanation," he said cooly as he waited for the student to strap in. "If I'm correct, Lash has apparently run off to Alaska on an errand with Miss Aran. I'm not sure how much Lash would have told you, but there's only one reason why Miss Aran would be off to Alaska and it has to do with potentially sensitive material. This might get a little dangerous."

Edited 2012-02-06 23:04 (UTC)

Claus listened to the football coach talk as he strapped himself into the seat, hoping Falcon wouldn't think it too rude if he continued to eat from the chip bag. He quirked an eyebrow at the last comment. Dangerous was fine-- Claus lived for adventure after all, that had always been true. But... the sensitive material part he was less used to.

"Why did you decide to take me?"

Little did Claus know that Falcon was going to make him VACUUM UP EVERY CRUMB.

But later. Right now, there was Alaska to drive to. Yes, drive. Such were the advantages of being able to hit the speed of sound--and as soon as they'd pulled out of the school and found a highway, that's exactly what Falcon would be doing.

In the meantime, he could answer Claus' questions. "I thought you might know what Lash is up to."

He would curse his seemingly unending hunger at that time, but for now he remained blissfully ignorant.

"Well, that's no mystery. If it wasn't her idea, she's just going along with Ms. Aran for the heck of it. She can't resist stuff like that."

A quality that was at once exhausting and endearing.

"I figured."

He had to admit, it was difficult not to have any leads on Lash's involvement, or why Samus would even involve her in the first place. It was exceedingly infuriating, and the trip quickly devolved into silence as Falcon did what he did best--drive and sulk.

If Claus could even make out the scenery given how fast they were going, he might notice that after the passage of a few hours, things were starting to look quite a bit more...northerly.

Boy, it was only a little awkward to drive all the way to Alaska in silence. Good thing it went by a little faster than usual. He spent a lot of his time looking out the window, unable to resist a slight widening of the eyes and even a little smile. Sure, there had been snow in FDC, but this was a whole different thing.

"We almost there?" He hoped it was ok that he was breaking the silence, Falcon could probably do to lighten up just a bit.

Falcon was silent for most of the ride, figuring it was best to keep his eyes on the road, especially when they were literally driving to Alaska at several times the speed of sound. It was only when Claus spoke again did he realize that they were nearing their destination.

"Yeah," he answered. "I'm not sure exactly where in Alaska they are." It was a pretty big state, after all. "But I have an idea."

Claus was still looking out the window, face propped up in his hands, smile still on his face.

"What are we planning on doing when we get there?"