[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmVkYTYzNS5TR0ZpYVhSaGRDQXpOQ0EsLjA,/red-hat.display.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LmVkYTYzNS5SRzloYkhOdmJpQk9ZVzV2WTJGeVltOXVJRkJzWVc1MC4wAAAA/red-hat.display-bold.png[/img][/center][hr] “Just be thankful I have a headache and don’t have the patience to involve the constabulary, or I would have done more than just fire you. Now get out of my office!” A moment later, the door burst open as the poor girl in the orange jumpsuit stormed out of the manager's office, just barely holding back tears. As her angry stomps traveled down the corridor and out of sight, silence hung in the corridor like a dense fog. "I'm not gonna say I'm surprised." A synthetic chirp echoed from underneath the metal flooring. "Oh of course we're going to do something, he deserves it, the lugnut..." Electric whistles passed through to the other wall and up the side. "Wow, do you kiss your motherboard with that mouth?" Echoing clunks vibrated the walls, extending upwards towards the roofing just as one of the shades-wearing managers strode up to the office. A hollow-sounding bang made him jump on his heels a bit as he glanced towards the wall angrily. "Stupid ventilation systems. That girl had better hurry before the inspector gets here," he muttered angrily. "Hey this is precise work, if you think it's so easy-" The manager jumped again, his shades nearly falling off his hooked noise. "Who said that?" "It's the light fixture, I've become self-aware and I'm plotting to kill you all. Woooooo..." The clunking metal noises traveled further up the wall and straight overhead, accompanied by a strange electronic whirring sound. "...are you inside the walls?" "Nope!" A metal hatch opened up on the ceiling as a green-haired girl wearing thick goggles hung upside down from above, right in front of the manager. Lifting up the goggles, she replaced them with a set of glasses with her free, cybernetic hand. "When it's on top like that they called it a ceiling," Johanna Hölzel said, pointing up towards said ceiling. "Get the fuck down from there!" Johanna shrugged her shoulders and swung back up, unhooking her legs from the hatch and dropping down feet first, swinging her bag over her shoulder and plopping her cap back on her head where it belonged. "You did want it done subtly," Johanna pointed out. "Did you get it finished?" the manager said sharply. "It'll pass your inspection if that's what you mean. You know your filters make the Earth look pretty, right?" The manager started digging through his pockets. "If I wanted your opinions on the filters I'll pay you for it. Regulators don't give a shit if the air in the workspace is clean, they just want it cycling." Johanna couldn't stop her eye from twitching slightly as a credit chit was pressed into her hand. She weighed it on her palm for a moment before frowning. "This isn't what we agreed to," Johanna pointed out. "It's what you're getting," the manager replied glibly. "H-hey we made a deal, you're getting out of paying fines for-" "What deal?" Pressing his shades up closer to his eyes, the manager towered over the smaller mechanic. "As far as I'm concerned, our ventilation system was brought up to standard weeks ago, as per regulation. But I'm sure the constables will take the word of a deranged lunite over the word over that of a law-abiding productive citizen, right?" Johanna grimaced as she shriveled up under his gaze. "Yeah, that's what I thought," the manager said glibly as he turned on his heel and strode into the office, leaving Johanna to stare numbly at her boots. "Well...I hope you stick around and get what your boss is getting, then..." Johanna looked up towards the ceiling again. "You finished up there?" There was a sound of something rolling around as something round dropped from the hatch into Johanna's bag. Instantly, two long ears popped out the top, followed by a pleased looking android rabbit, barely a foot tall. The rabbit let out a barrage of electric chirps as it held up a small electronic chip. "Nice going LAGO," Johanna smiled, taking the chip and plugging it into her wrist mounted overlay. "Let's leave these guys a parting gift to remember, shall we?" Tossing LAGO and the backpack across her shoulder, Johanna went to work on the overlay as she strode towards the exit, slipping out of the facility with a gaggle of workers that were dismissed and leaving for the day. Because of her height, even her strange and differing appearance was barely noted as she worked on her dastardly plan. "Aha, let's turn that aaaaalll the way up," she said, spinning a holographic dial to full. "I hope they brought earmuffs. LAGO, light it up!" She held her arm up behind her head, letting an ear poke out for a split second to strike at the on switch. [hr] "Now I want you to ride that Venel kid hard until he's made up the SCUTSON cost, you hear me?" "Gladly, sir," the manager replied smugly to the factory owner. "I've taken care of the ventilators, by the way. Inspectors won't know a thing about the cycling issue we've been having." "Good I-" The factor owner paused as something started to vibrate the room. "The fuck is that?" "I don't know sir, is it some sort of quake?" A low repetitive sound started to echo from the sound system. "No it...[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lp3kcHchD1Y]is that a guitar[/url]?" The familiar rhythm of drums started to cut in. "Why the fuck is this so loud?" "Find out what's going on, if this is going on when the inspectors arrive I-" [h2][i][b]"UGHH!!!"[/b][/i][/h2] Screaming electric guitars blasted from the speakers like bomb blasts. The owner and the manager covered their ears in agony as they stumbled out of the office, dodging objects flying off shelves and furniture tumbling over from the super intensive sound waves. Glass surfaces cracked as the frighteningly loud song screamed and resonated through the hallway. [h2][b][i]"EY, YO, IT'S JUST ANOTHER BOMBTRACK!"[/i][/b][/h2] [hr] "Do you hear something odd?" one of the workers thought aloud as they exited the front gate. "Dunno man, sounds like a song. Freakin' loud too." "Oh, I hope so," Johanna grinned, prompting odd looks from the two workers before the whole group dispersed. Humming along to the imagined lyrics in her head, Johanna turned the corner and meandered up to the large truck with her 'equipment' stored inside. "And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake-" she said to herself before spotting something tucked underneath the handle on the door. "This?" Picking it out delicately, she scanned it over with a slight frown. "Meet at the hideout, as many people as you can get, within a few hours. Thanks..." Johanna scowled. "[i]Cinnamon bun?[/i]" LAGO let out a synthesized electric giggle. "If he starts calling me pancake I'm going to shoot him," she grumbled, crumpling up the paper and jamming it into her pocket. "Right, time for a quick broadcast." Punching in a few combinations, Johanna jumped into the driver's seat of the vehicle, plopping LAGO and her bag on the passenger seat before defusing the booby trap built into the glove box and digging out an old notebook. Flipping through the codes, she activated her broadcast signal, sending out a ping to anyone who regularly listened. Inside the van, the darkness was illuminated by the glowing of antennae shaped like rabbit ears. "Heyo, special message to my regular viewers from your pal HopPer," Johanna announced, slipping into her role with ease as she flipped through code words. "In a few weeks, we'll be having a special guest to talk about the ongoing crisis in the Venusian plasteel industry, tune in and you'll get the latest update on how the Martian elite have you bent over a chair for their pleasure. Ta ta!" "Well, that's the signal," Johanna mused as she broke character and powered down the signal. "LAGO, key me!" LAGO chirped and launched a set of keys from the back, which she caught with ease and started up the old engine. "Right, time to go see what Zenith is up to this time!"