The officers at the new Station are still waiting on Wash Woo to show up. They were planning on having him join them under the premise of "cleaning up crime", but he's as slow as ever to responding to being called in. Woo Hoo decides to just give up on waiting for Wash Woo for the moment, and instead starts setting up a new office space in the basement, keeping the Water Robit close on hand.
Back upstairs, someone begins knocking at the freshly replaced door, using morse code for "911". Weeb Woo answers the door, and standing there is Knockin Kned, who chooses to use morse code to communicate rather than speaking. Weeb Woo whips out his handy morse code guidebook, and finds that Kned is talking about a zombie showing up right next to his home. Weeb Woo has Kned lead him to the site of the incident, but there is no zombie to be found at the grave, instead only being a hand sticking up out of the ground.
"Haha, silly civilian, that's not a zombie!" Weeb Woo says, but suddenly, the hand animates, pulling its full body out of the ground and revealing it to be the resurrected form of Wee Woo, now known as Wasted Woo, brought back through sheer desire to uphold the law. Wasted Woo sees Weeb Woo, and immediately pins him to the ground, likely clinging on to his dying realization he had about the truth regarding Wanted Woo.
"I know the truth." growls Wasted Woo, Weeb Woo cringing due to Wasted Woo's nasty zombie breath.
"What truth? You're the one who just stopped being dead all of the sudden!" Weeb Woo responds.
"I know you were brainwashed by the World Crime League and work for them now!"
"The World Crime League? You're seriously still on about that? Those guys basically cut ties with us, they don't even share our building anymore."
"THEY WERE SHARING OUR BUILDING?!"
"Actually, we were sharing their building. But they let us keep it now."
"How do I know you aren't still an undercover criminal?"
"What? You aren't making any sense right now."
"If you had to pick between five million monetary units or the collector's edition complete One Piece set which would you pick?" Wasted Woo demands with a dead serious tone.
"Uhhh…are you stupid? Obviously the One Piece set? That's worth, like, way more than five million M.U."
Wasted Woo checks the community marketplace for this item. The highest price on there is only at a few thousand M.U. Wasted Woo narrows his eyes, but unpins Weeb Woo from the ground for the moment.
"You seem legit, but I'm keeping my eyes on you for any sort of fishy activity."
"Speaking of fishy, you should really take a shower, you smell like rotten corpse." Weeb Woo comments. "Also, wait a second, isn't being a zombie illegal during most times of day? Shouldn't your Stand be like, whooping your ass right now?"
Wasted Woo brings out his Stand, which has now become Synchronicity II. The Stand shows no reaction to Wasted Woo's current state of being.
"I think it understands that my presence warrants an exception to that law." Wasted Woo states simply. "Now, tell me, if the World Crime League moved to a new location, and isn't in any way associated with the Station anymore, where are they?"
"They never told us, they just kinda up and left."
Wasted Woo narrows his eyes, but seems to understand that he won't be getting any useful information out of Weeb Woo. As Weeb Woo and Wasted Woo head back towards the new Station, though, a poster advertising the new WCL catches Wasted Woo's eye, and he pulls it off of the telephone pole it's attached to.
"If nothing else, they almost definitely aren't authorized to be advertising this stuff around the city like this! I'll be paying them a visit to give them a piece of my mind as soon as I get a new Whappin' Stick." Wasted Woo sneers, crumpling up the poster and shoving it in his pocket.
FryEmUp walks across Costa Brava, heading towards the new WCL in hopes of getting a job there. He figures that with his Stand ability, he'd be a really good asset for a criminal organization, and he's always had a soft spot for shooting people in the face. However, just as he's about to cross the street to reach the building, a beam of energy fires towards him, and he explodes in a rather gruesome manner, his flesh melting and his blood boiling as ionized gas escapes from his corpse.
Inside of the WCL building, foul play has begun pestering Boneregard to try and convince him to unlock Cybr's office for him. Bermuda has plugged in the device which looks an awful lot like a bomb, but seems to be counting up instead of down, so it's probably just a clock, and Wadley just pretends he doesn't see it.
"Anyways, can you do it or not?" foul play asks.
"You still ain't given me a good reason." Boneregard responds.
"Look, I just, I need to know what's in there that he's so secretive about. Just a peek, that's all I ask for, I won't tell anyone."
"Ah, fine, if it'll get ye off my backbone." Boneregard heads upstairs with foul play, and uses Skeleton Key to unlock Cybr's office door. foul play peers inside, and sees the two computers and nothing else in Cybr's large office space. The Order computer is turned off at the moment, and the other one is lit up, but the screen is just blank white.
"Oh, I know what this is! You need like, a laser or something to see it, hang on!" foul play heads into his office and gets a laser pointer, but shining it on the screen doesn't yield any results. "I guess it must've been something else. I'll look into it, thanks for the help, bud."
Boneregard shrugs and heads back downstairs, as foul play closes Cybr's door, allowing the automatic electronic lock to shut it again. After heading back into his office and doing a little bit of research, foul play determines that what he needs is a set of polarized lenses, and he gets up again to find someone to accompany him to the lens store.