The pillar to Heaven built in Hell

Sam looked up. “It was her voicemail,” she told Jeannie. “But I’m sure she appreciated you letting her know you’re here too. She’ll sleep better knowing I’m not on my own here.” Or sulking for not having the opportunity to greet Jeannie in person and worrying what this super spies thing was all about. No doubt in Arielle’s mind it would be something totally different from what it would turn out to be. Likely involving classy cocktail parties, fancy dresses and a lot of lovemaking but with a minimum of dangerous activities and the like. She was sure Arielle would tell her all about how it should have been when she got back home. Whether she wanted to know or not.

With a: “Anyway, it’s getting late and Cebra wouldn’t like having a partner sleeping on the job so off to bed with you.” she chased Jeannie to bed.

voicemail? oh ok then yeah cause where a super duper team that can stop all the bad guys! when where done we should go see her I bet she'll like hearing all about her adventure.

bedtime ok, huh darn I didn't know we'd have a sleepover, didn't bring any other clothes, huh have to go shopping tomorrow,

can't wear this stuff forever, to heavy and uncomfortable for sleeping she takes off heavy armor guard uniform she borrowed. and was now in her pink bra and panties

huh guesses I'm in my undies tell i get new clothes,night night then
she hopes in the bed

The next morning Cebra woke up promptly as always needing no alarm clock. It had been four days since he had any rest and it felt rather great. Regardless Cebra was never a fan of the suns harsh beams in the early hours, it was an annoyance at best and intrusive at the worst. He shambled out of bed grabbing a towel and heading to the shower, which was a strange habit since he didn't need to shower. His skin was maintained by the nanobots inside him operating under the same program that heals his injuries. After his shower he gets dressed and walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge taking out a half a container of blueberry smoothie and drinks it in one go.

"Well... time to get started I guess."

Cebra sits down at his computer and begins typing out a message to his friend Francine Webb.

Sam woke up with a loud yawn. She looked around and blinked. This wasn’t her bedroom. Where was she? Confused she looked around, hoping to find something she could recognize. When she spotted a sleeping Jeannie next to her, it all come back. She had spent the night in the Cebra’s place.

Carefully not to wait Jeannie she got out of her improvised bed, nothing more than a collection of blankets really. There was no need for her to dress up, she still wore her Fort costume. The suit was designed to practical all day long, and even all night long it seemed. You wouldn’t even notice she’d been wearing it almost a full day now. Still, she’d like a change of clothes. Fortunately, she’d brought her own clothes with her when she came her.

Silently she left and went to look for her host. To no surprise she found him behind his computer.
“Morning,” she greeted him. “So, how will things be going from now one?” she asked him, going straight for business.

Jeannie wakes up and stretched like a kitty kat then looked around. she was hungry and wondered where she was. she found Sammie and Mr.cyborg by his computer. oh, right they were having a slumber party at his house.

good morning! what's for breakfest?

"Well my contact is now informed of you. When you meet her she'll tell you what you need to know and give you the data cell. The meeting is at 2:00PM. Jeannie and I will get ready to raid the data compiler, if everything goes as planned... We'll meet back here."

Cebra closed his computer and stood up putting a long black coat on.

"It's twelve right now, our operation wont be happening until Seven. Before that I'm just going to do a bit of recon, just to see if anything has changed."

jeannie looks around for breakfast she finds some pancakes. she eats and listens to Mr cyborg hey Mr. cyborg I need some clothes before we go, I can't save the day in my undies or were the prison uniform or I'll get arrested again.

oh and if I wore that guard uniform I'd have to go back to works I think

Cebra looks at Jeannie and his eye twitches as he is silent for a moment remembering how long it's been since... Well. He quickly snaps out of it.


"Clothes? Right well I do have clothing for you to wear in your size."

Cebra shifts around uncomfortably.

"It's probably best you dont ask how I know your size... Or how I bought clothing in advance."


Cebra goes to the closet in the hallway taking out an ordinary white T-shirt, underwear and jeans in Jeannie's size. He tosses the clothing to her then takes a set of keys off the wall. The rain outside is still going, went on all through the night though weaker now.

"I'll be back in about two hours, If I run into any trouble you'll get an alarm on my computer. Actually... Jeannie I have a little job for you if you're up to it?"

huh ok then Jeannie guess he used some robot powers to scan her or maybe her googled the modeling places she worked for they'd have notes from when she modeled clothes for them.

she puts on the clothesyay a game for Jeannie to play! what's that?

"Well Jeannie While I'm out surveying the place we're gonna go. You're going to go get a special little toy of mine from a friend. I need you to go to this address."

Cebra writes down an address halfway across the city.

"This is the place I was storing my EMP device, the thing that'll shut down all the power for a while."

Cebra also hands Jeannie a little red ticket with a skull on it.

"Exchange this ticket with the guy at the counter. The place is in a dark dank alley so be careful when going down that way, sketchy neighborhood.

Cebra walks down the hallway and places his hands on the wall. He slides a secret door open hidden by designs in the wall paper.The door opens to reveal a closet full of rifles, hand guns, energy weapons, grenades and a whole host of other equipment and weapons. He grabs a pair of binoculars small enough to slide up his sleeve, a tranquilizer gun and motion sensor.

jeannie smiles when he shows his toy room oww you got neat toys, better take some if it's dangerous she grabs some of the guns and grenades and sticks them in a bag. then puts the ticket her pocket.

ok Jeannie go get the toy, huh got a car I can borrow that's a long way and I can't fly like Sammie.

“If you can give me directions, I could fly you there,” Sam told Cebra. She didn’t mind playing taxi if it would help their plans out somehow. And she didn’t have anything else to do either. Her planned meeting with this contact woman wasn’t until the evening, plenty of time for her to take Jeannie somewhere and likely pick her up too before she had to show up for her own appointment.

huh yeah that's a good idea sammie, let's see she hands Sam the paper he wrote the address on

"Yes you can take Jeannie to where she needs to go, Hell knows it might go faster. I wont be too long at any rate, just going to make sure everything is alright for later tonight. If you're bored you can just stay with Jeannie, I would like to think someone is keeping a close eye on Blondy hmhm."

Cebra heads for the door and pauses a second tossing a key back to Sam. The key though seemingly normal at first on closer inspection had circuitry running through it.

"Lock the door on your way out will you? Make sure never to enter this place except using the key on the front door..."

Cebra points up to the sprinkler system for fires and smirks.

"releases a knockout gas heh, cant be too carefl when you're hunted."

With that Cebra leaves heading down to the garage and onto a jet black Harley. He revs it before heading out of the garage in a cloud of dust.

huh yeah I get lost easily so probably better if Sammie makes sure I get to the right place, I get distracted easily to she looks at the sprinklers curiously huh think he was serious? that could come in handy but what if there is a fire? can knock out gas knock out fires?

Cebra was in traffic looking around at the different cars seeing inside, he felt it was like a small view into the average persons life. He'd sometimes slip into a semi daydream state inserting himself into someones life, imagining what it would be like to go about a normal life. The thoughts would start to sink after a while becoming depressing. He'd wonder if he was capable of making children, if he could work a normal nine to five job, if Orion would be destroyed so he could live normally. The biggest fear in his life next to being taken back by Orion was being alone for his possible eternal life. He'd never let on to anyone how he felt, he couldn't stand to be perceived as weak or pitiful. The sudden honking of a horn drew Cebra out of his downward spiral of thought and he began moving getting his focus back on the mission.

The Data compiler complex was pretty well guarded, though you think there would be more security. The facility was in an upscale area, all around were office buildings and high end shops. The crowds were quite heavy today so Cebra was happy to do this task alone, stealth being one of his best attributes. The facility itself was fenced off all around, a circular structure resided in the center leading underground. There were guards scattered all about though they seemed somewhat lackluster, perhaps rookies or just didn't care. Cebra crept in a back alley then climbed up some stairs to get a better view of the facility and it's security. He peers through the binoculars watching the guards movements.

"Huh... Well they certainly are not expecting any security breaches, this'll be easy... I hope."