<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bat-R-REE<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Man of Action<br/><strong>Location:</strong>B37 'Briefing Closet'<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Myst; OPEN<br/><hr/>A dark cloud came over Bat’s face as another figure crowded into the briefing closet.  Part of his anger was due to the fact the clone was not wearing regulation red troubleshooter overalls and so had no right to be here at this meeting with far more important clones like himself.  And part of it was also do to the fact he had now had blue-green algae dripping onto his head from the filthy mop.  This was turning out to be a difficult mission.  Obviously Friend Computer did not believe in going easy on the new recruits.<br/><br/>Bat’s fists suddenly itched for a punchable object.  Actually they didn’t really itch.  The nerves in that part of his hands were mostly shot having slammed them too often into various traitorous objects, such as slack-jawed civilians who wandered in front of the armored escort convoys or breakroom vending machines that refused to disgorge his favorite Protein Flavo-Bar despite receiving the appropriate amount of credits.  The point is he was growing very tired of standing around thinking, something that never got anyone anywhere in this life.<br/><br/>Luckily the other smaller suspiciously-jealous-of-his-bike troubleshooter reacted with amazing quickness, amazing to Bat anyways, grabbing his PDC and informing Security that there was a miscreant huddled between their feet, cringing and weeping traitorously.  Now to be outdone, he reached out to grab the mop-neglecting criminal, an awkward process which involved bending over so that the side of his face was pressed firmly against Myst’s chest and his arms wrapped around her slender waist, grabbing the clone’s jumpsuit by the collar.  “Stop trying to resist, creep!”  Resist might be a strong word for the wretched crying ball curled up on the floor but still.  The risk was clearly there.  “This is for your own good!  Friend Computer requires clean mops and yours…”  A dollop of algae dropped down onto his back, spattering over his sleek red overalls.  “…are clearly in violation.”