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Oct. 19th, 2007 12:48 pmFriday, October 19, 2007
The Lindy Motel
Blossburg, PA
"I don't think we're going to be able to keep this up, Peck," said Conrad Warner as the Denny's waitress made her way back to the kitchen. "First we claimed to be golfers, then a Little League scouting team, then a real estate convention- what's next? Shriners? I don't look good in a fez."
It was hard to tell with the way the man had his hood pulled up around his face, but somewhere in the shadows Peck rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't worry about that much longer if I were you," he said. "I've seen the newspaper articles. The Ghostbusters are on our tail, just like we'd planned from the beginning."
Conrad scowled and slumped down in his chair. "Bastards," he muttered. "Watch, they're probably going to catch up with us before we hit Towanda."
"Oh," said Peck with the faintest of smiles, "I don't think we need to worry about that. That car-thing of theirs was in Brooklyn the other day. They're going back and forth to New York, not staying out here overnight. Hardly the behavior of serious hunters.
"That thing gives me the creeps," Conrad said. "What the hell is it, anyway? How do you even get a car to stand up like that?"
Peck's expression sharpened. "I don't know and frankly, Mr. Warner, I don't really care," he said. "All I care about, and all you need to care about, is that it's important to them. We'll deal with it when the time comes, I can assure you of that."
"Yeah, you've been saying that ever since we signed on with you, but I haven't seen any-"
"Mr. Warner, do you honestly believe for an instant that if I were to truly use the resources you and I have at our disposal, the government would leave this matter in the hands of a team of private operators like the Ghostbusters?" Peck leaned forward; Conrad jerked back. "I don't think so. As long as nothing worse happens in our wake, they're all we have to worry about. The instant I turn the rest of our resources loose, they'll know exactly how much of a threat you and I and the rest of your Party members really pose, and that's the point when they'll come after us in earnest."
"I notice you managed to stay out of their way pretty well-"
"That was me and me alone. One individual versus the FBI. That's manageable. Given what we're carrying with us I really very much doubt that the FBI would be the only agency joining the hunt." Peck resettled himself in his chair. "We can look forward to at least half a dozen three-letter agencies, not to mention a good possibility of the National Guard or worse. No, Mr. Warner, I'm not going to open the box just to prove a point. Not yet."
"When, then?" said Conrad. "How much longer are we gonna be on the road?"
"And here I thought you were serious about wanting revenge for Skokie," said Peck, smiling a little in the depths of his hood. It was probably meant to be a knowing, sinister smile, but the maroon and grey of the University of Montana Grizzlies made the sinister part of that a little difficult. "Be patient, Mr. Warner. We'll be in Poughkeepsie in a few days- and then it'll all be over. Now, unless I'm very much mistaken, the waitress is coming this way with two orders of Moons Over My Hammy..."
The Lindy Motel
Blossburg, PA
"I don't think we're going to be able to keep this up, Peck," said Conrad Warner as the Denny's waitress made her way back to the kitchen. "First we claimed to be golfers, then a Little League scouting team, then a real estate convention- what's next? Shriners? I don't look good in a fez."
It was hard to tell with the way the man had his hood pulled up around his face, but somewhere in the shadows Peck rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't worry about that much longer if I were you," he said. "I've seen the newspaper articles. The Ghostbusters are on our tail, just like we'd planned from the beginning."
Conrad scowled and slumped down in his chair. "Bastards," he muttered. "Watch, they're probably going to catch up with us before we hit Towanda."
"Oh," said Peck with the faintest of smiles, "I don't think we need to worry about that. That car-thing of theirs was in Brooklyn the other day. They're going back and forth to New York, not staying out here overnight. Hardly the behavior of serious hunters.
"That thing gives me the creeps," Conrad said. "What the hell is it, anyway? How do you even get a car to stand up like that?"
Peck's expression sharpened. "I don't know and frankly, Mr. Warner, I don't really care," he said. "All I care about, and all you need to care about, is that it's important to them. We'll deal with it when the time comes, I can assure you of that."
"Yeah, you've been saying that ever since we signed on with you, but I haven't seen any-"
"Mr. Warner, do you honestly believe for an instant that if I were to truly use the resources you and I have at our disposal, the government would leave this matter in the hands of a team of private operators like the Ghostbusters?" Peck leaned forward; Conrad jerked back. "I don't think so. As long as nothing worse happens in our wake, they're all we have to worry about. The instant I turn the rest of our resources loose, they'll know exactly how much of a threat you and I and the rest of your Party members really pose, and that's the point when they'll come after us in earnest."
"I notice you managed to stay out of their way pretty well-"
"That was me and me alone. One individual versus the FBI. That's manageable. Given what we're carrying with us I really very much doubt that the FBI would be the only agency joining the hunt." Peck resettled himself in his chair. "We can look forward to at least half a dozen three-letter agencies, not to mention a good possibility of the National Guard or worse. No, Mr. Warner, I'm not going to open the box just to prove a point. Not yet."
"When, then?" said Conrad. "How much longer are we gonna be on the road?"
"And here I thought you were serious about wanting revenge for Skokie," said Peck, smiling a little in the depths of his hood. It was probably meant to be a knowing, sinister smile, but the maroon and grey of the University of Montana Grizzlies made the sinister part of that a little difficult. "Be patient, Mr. Warner. We'll be in Poughkeepsie in a few days- and then it'll all be over. Now, unless I'm very much mistaken, the waitress is coming this way with two orders of Moons Over My Hammy..."
