toys, toys, toys....up in the attic

This was a new world of suck..for both of them.

Meeting "V" at a rest stop on I-5 some distance from Seattle, they were given the proper codes and information to find their target, the stolen SemTex. Returning to the Fed.Way house with Hal, they opened laptops devoid of manufacturers insignia or any identifying remarks. After a series of audible clicks/beeps/whirs, and one sim-fart noise, the screen lit up and pronounced "Clear" and brought up...the google homepage.What?You have a homepage right? Well, "Hamsters @ play" isn't acceptable on THIS computer so don't judge ok?Now, back to the task? Ty...

Opening a special built program that could find Waldo (in an opium den in Thailand when last spotted btw) she entered the code for the 1st block of SemTex and after a short period google-earth opened and the globe spun around to show a dot in Marseille France. Zooming to street level, the trio spotted the address and intersection immediately. "Thats outside of Savate Internationale DeClerqure" Hal said. Both girls were impressed and said "Yes it is...the cafe across the street..whiskey tango foxtrot indeed". They noted this and entered the next code. Instead of re-focusing to it's standard height and staying in France, the program pulled up to 200m altitude, and spun to show a place in Birmingham England..Focusing to local street level took them to a tree in a field. Writing down the co-ord's Janelle spoke "Great, it's a global hunt for shit that goes boom. Fuckin' Overnight courier services. I can't get a cup of coffee to my table in Denny's w/out 2 sherpas and guide dog to find the dam waitress, but I can ship explosives to fuckall nowhere overnight!" Ranelle laughed her ASS off at this one. "I know we ain't related to him by blood, but if Poppa heard you talk like that he'd tell you it was YOUR fault for entering a Denny's in the first dam place." Hal looked at them and said "Your Dad's a character eh?" Both stared at him with jade green eyes and Ranelle said "Our Dad is a douchebag fucktard of a waste of skin and oxygen. Our Father who raised us is the one Man in the world we can both say we love and respect". Noting the distinctly artic feel of the room suddenly, Hal grunted in the way all Males do to indicate hearing/understanding but having no other comment.
After repeating this process, they found another four addresses "Spanning the globe" as Marv Albert would say (To hell w/sportscenter..wheres G.Michaels SportsMachine and Marv Albert presents?..Tv has gone to HELL I say..and btw..The RENT...is TOO dam high)

Calling "V" outside on a secure sat-phone, Hal said "It's what we didn't want to find..6 addresses, 3 people, we're short a few no?" V's response was classic "It's my bus bitch, sit down and ride and don't forget, there's other passengers. You take the ones South of the equator, I'll handle the others. go".