N.W.O.

((NULL)) **Reaching into his left right pocket, retriving the Europeian mints he awlays carries, and pops two into his mouth. Aiming his gaze upwards to his monitor, he taps a few keys and flips a few swiches.**

((WILE)) **Leaning back he enhances his already mechevious grin. ** Hey Ryan check this out !

((OMIT)) ** Pushes himself off of his console and slides over to Wile's possion, peering up to see what he is looking at.**

((WILE)) I panned into the women's weight room, ** Nabs a cigerette from the topof his ear and puts it into his mouth **

((OMIT)) Aww man isn't that the one Russian girl? What do they call her around here?

((NULL)) Tytan ((WILE)) Yeah file say that her file sky-rocketed when she slapped the head off of her country's lead council man.

((OMIT)) HURT me .

((WILE)) ** Slaps the palm of Omit's hand ** Yeah man no doubt. Check this one out, this is that one Frenchie girl with that chip on her shoulder. that's my type of girl.. the kind that has to be tamed.

((NULL)) **Shakes his head and grins slightly at the two. ** All right guys, enough, time to see how our "boy" is.

((WILE)) **Flips off his monitor and goes into a command console**

((OMIT)) **Pushes himself off of Wile and shoves a few trinkets from his desk.** Okay okay, I have satalites ten through 23 in sector Five Five Zero in the northern hemisphere, online.. Though satalite 12 is comming in a bit choppy, swiching to..... Oh lets see, Monday night, Eight o'clock, TNT Won't mind if we borrow their transmission for a minute or two. . . ** A small picture somewhere in the world on someone's television shows two men wrestling, Suddenly the screen goes blank and a small sign pops up from their local cable/sattalite carrier - We're sorry, we are not currently recieveing a transmission from this sattalite, excuse the inconveinence. - **

((WILE)) **Smirking back towards Ryan, and punching the keys as fast as his fingers would let him ** I have patched through satalites ten through 23 /with/ the exception of 12, data comming in . . . **Mocking his computer** Please wait... All right, data in Drviers M, and L.

((OMIT)) Okay reworking the sat. link to input, and, there should be our "boy..." **Sitting back in his chair, and in his deepest Picard accent** "On Screen"

((NULL)) *Pushing up his glasses and then reaching above him, flipping a few swiches, and pushing a couple buttons. Typing then and glancing towards Omit ** I need a power spurt in Driver M, it's sluggish.

((WILE)) done.

((NULL))**Ticking a ferw more keys on his board, before leaning back and saying ** All right, Audio and visual completely online, let's check out our "boy"

((WILE)) There he is! **Glancing at the monitor. ** Seems like he's with that one girl again.

((NULL)) Even though they constantly argue, they always seem to be together.

(( OMIT)) **Hollars from across the room, from his little corner.** Why don't they just bone and get it over with.