** um haven't been here in a while! This got left behind after L9 pretty
much crashed. I thought it had potential. But apparently UPN thought
otherwise. But it lives through it's obscure cult following. I decided to
write some more on this after examining a lot of my stories, most of which
have been left behind. I hope you enjoy this. The show had a lot of
potential and I'm just trying to extend this obscure small science fiction
show a bit further. **
The fridge felt like something more like the Antarctic freeze at the
moment. Travis had shrugged on a coat and was trying to sleep. His curly
mop of gelled hair was all Sosh could see as she blinked behind her
glasses. Jargon was slumped over on the work space, snoring quietly. She
took a sip from her fifth cup of coffee. It had no taste anymore.
In the time since Annie called, the team had not been back. It had
been about an hour and a half since then and Sosh was trying to balance the
healthy sense of worry with the mind numbing tiredness she felt. She felt
as if her brain couldn't handle very much. It was almost like her old
research days, when she got excited over the newest hack and the newest
code. Spending all night in front of a bright screen did bad things to
people. But the quest for knowledge squelched any desire to stop.
There was a muffled voice and Travis looked up, eyes still closed, a
yellow post-it stuck to his face. He opened his eyes and brushed the paper
"Anything?" He asked.
Sosh only shook her head.
He checked his watch. "That's it." He stood up and took off the coat.
Dropping it onto a utility closet, he took out his motorcycle jacket and
put it on.
"What are you doing, Travis?" Sosh asked as he headed towards the
door. She stood up and ran in front of the entrance.
Jargon woke with a start. He saw Sosh and Travis at the door. "What's
"Come on they haven't been back in almost two hours. If we don't do
at least find out where they are then who's going to take the blame when
police find them somewhere?"
"Stop talking like that." Sosh said. "They're probably done with
"Sweeps don't take two hours." Travis said, his voice escalating.
"Are you coming or staying?" He asked Sosh, then looked at Jargon. "And if
you're not going, are you going to get out of my way?"
Jargon sighed. "One of us has to stay here." He said. "I'll stay, you and
Sosh nodded with reserve. He threw the door of the fridge open. Before
leaving, he held up a small silver cell phone. "You know where to call me."
Sosh slid her card into the security slot at the garage of Level 9
headquarters. The door trembled and shook as it rolled up. The lights burst
on and Travis whistled.
"I'm in a candy store." He said, walking in. He examined the SUVs parked in
their painted spaces and the shiny metallic paint. His eyes caught a fire
engine red motorcycle and grinned.
"That's Nakano's." Sosh said as she opened the cabinet where the keys were
"I didn't even know that this was down here." Travis said, sitting on
"That's Nakano's." Sosh said again.
"So?" He asked.
"Take another one. She'd kill you if you did something to that bike."
Travis rolled his eyes. "As if they won't kill us if they find out anything
happens to any of their other toys?"
"You have a point, but still, I think we should take one car." She said,
holding up the keys to the Chevy Suburban.
"Why?" Travis asked, now eyeing the black ninja motorcycle. "If we split
up, and there's trouble, one of us can get to the fridge faster."
"I don't think so, Travis. If we're going to find them, we need to be able
to be coordinated."
Travis smirked, crossed the room, opened the utility closet, and tossed
Sosh a vacuum sealed earpiece and microphone. He took it out of it's
packaging and secured the earpiece inside his ear and the microphone inside
his motorcycle helmet. Sosh sighed, and feeling the vestiges of willpower
slipping away, she got into the surburban.
Jargon felt tired and not at the same time. He felt as if he could close
his eyes and not open them for a few days. But at the same time, he felt
that nagging curiosity, wondering where Price, Tibbs, Wiley, and Hooten
were. He looked at his computer screen and decided to aid Sosh and Travis.
Wiley's head throbbed like someone had hit him with a sledgehammer.
Actually, maybe someone had. He remembered nothing, except for the split
second between being hit and slipping into unconsciousness; he felt a
trickle of blood roll down his forehead. He raised a hand there now and
found that it had dried and that his wound was minor.
He looked around and saw the crumpled figure of Annie Price. He
squinted and saw Hooten also. He didn't know where Tibbs was. They had
spread out, each covering a final section and making sure the enemy wasn't
"Annie." He whispered. There was a mumble and he rolled her to her
back. He saw a nasty bruise on her face and ventured that she had fallen
"Wha-" Price blinked and the pain hit her like a wave.
"Ten bucks it's the Red Knights." Wiley said, sitting her up slowly.
"I didn't see who hit me. They attacked from behind." She said.
"Most likely dressed as common people, maintenance staff." He said.
He grimaced as he felt the pain in his side.
"Where's Tibbs?" She asked, seeing Hooten, still out like a light.
"No idea. My hope is that he avoided them and got back to HQ."
"Me too." Prince said, sighing.
"You're right near it." Jargon said, speaking into the headset.
Travis sighed and it came out almost like a growl. He sped past Sosh and
her eyes became wide as he sped across into her lane and into the dark
unlit garage area.
"Make a left Sosh, Travis is going the right way." Jargon said.
"You failed drivers ed, didn't you?" She said to Travis as she got
out of the car. he was standing next to his bike, helmet under his arm.
"Never took it." He said, grinning. He breathed in deeply. "Jargon,
where are we, man?"
"They're right on your level. At least the car is." He said. Sosh
walked ahead of Travis while he was still listening to Jargon. She saw a
dark figure next to the car and shouted to Travis as she rushed to it.
"What's going on?" Jargon asked.
"Tibbs. He's down." Travis said quickly.
"Come on, we have to get him to a hospital." Sosh said.
"I'm fine." Came the reply. Sosh was so surprised, she almost dropped
the arm she was supporting.
Travis looked at the dried blood on Tibb's shirt. It ran from his
collar all the way down in a slightly soggy mess. "Thibodeaux, man, you're
"It's not my blood." He said, getting up with the aid of Travis and
"Then whose is it?" Sosh asked.
"The other guy."
"Come on, let's get back to the fridge."
Back at Level 9, Tibbs was put into the infirmary, while Travis was
with him. Sosh and Jargon settled down to find the source of the Red
"I can't believe we even have an infirmary here." Jargon said, his
face contorted into disbelief.
"Neither can I." Sosh said, shrugging. "Okay, Tibbs said that he
managed to shoot his attacker. They fought and Tibbs got a few good whacks
before the guy hit him from behind. And Tibbs shot the guy before he lost
"So they couldn't take Tibbs, but got Annie, Wiley, and Hooten."
Sosh shook her head, her dark hair waving. "I guess so." She said.
In the infirmary, Tibbs laid a bandage over a gash on his arm. He was
feeling slightly more alert now. His head had stopped spinning and he felt
a bit better, though his muscles were sore and would stay that way for a
"Thanks for coming out." Tibbs said. "Price puts a big deal on not
disobeying orders, but really, you guys did a good job."
"I got tired of sitting." Travis said, grinning. Tibbs smiled and
Travis left him to rest.
Entering the fridge, he was met with two faces, both bearing
"Well?" Sosh asked.
Travis met them with a grim stare and sighed. He shook his head. Sosh
felt her heart sink.
"What?!" She almost shouted.
"Well. I'm sorry, he's sustained a lot of injury." Travis said.
"Mostly up here." He tapped his head. "He even thanked us."
Sosh felt like strangling Travis, but the wave of reassurance kept
her from leaving her seat.
"So what are we doing now?" Jargon asked. "We still have to find the
"Right. I took initiative on that and called Nakano."
"You took her off vacation?" Sosh asked.
"Hey, we need the manpower. Or womanpower." Travis replied. "So
anyway, she's on her way back. She's catching a redeye back. Meanwhile." He
picked up a file. "Price's classified details on this case none of us know
anything about. Not much on the Red Knights, except for what they've done
in the past. And that doesn't give us names or dates, just places, most of
them don't even exist anymore."
"How'd you get it?" Sosh asked in disbelief.
"Well, let's just say that no mere mortal lock could keep me and my
lock pick from the cabinets." He said. "Interpol and CIA still use paper."
"Well, I did some research on the Red Knights. Seems they date back
all the way to the mid 70's. Back then they weren't dealing with
information and computers, they were activists. Environmentalists."
"So the hippies died out and paved the way for the new group of
hackers." Sosh said. "What else do we have?"
"Well everything in here outlines what really happened to the Avatar
Technologies guy. James Franklin, age 35, recent addition to the Fortune
"Well, he's not there anymore." Jargon said. "Didn't Avatar Tech get
a government deal to make satellites?"
"A few weeks ago, yeah." Sosh said. "But it was rumoured that he got
the deal from illegal means. A little strong-arming against different
"So Avatar Tech kicks the other competition to the curb, gets the
satellite deal, and then their CEO is murdered. Obviously the Red Knights
have something to bitch about." Travis sat down and moved a finger on the
laptop touch pad. "Why don't we start out by trying to find out what Avatar
Tech was doing with their time and energy. I'm sure it wasn't all spent on
charity fundraisers and rebuilding the Projects."
"I'll try to find out who the members are." Sosh said.
"And I'll find the security camera footage from the garage, as much
as I can. I'll see if I can find out where they went." Jargon said.
They went to work and in the reaches of the infirmary, Tibbs sat up
and with a groan, took out his cell phone. He dialed a number and the phone
"It's me." Tibbs said. "The nest is unguarded. There's no one else
here but the kids."