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gone_byebyeThe door opens onto an expanse of asphalt, steel, and glass. Nearby a sign reads:
WELCOME TO WHITE FLINT MALL
BEST PRICES IN THE DC AREA
4708 BETHESDA AVENUE
CHEVY CHASE, MD
It's a big parking lot, with the mall itself only visible off in the distance. Ray gives it the squint-eye before turning to the others. "Okay, people," he says. "This is it. Johnny says it's underground. Egon's best estimates indicate three miles down. Are we good?"
WELCOME TO WHITE FLINT MALL
BEST PRICES IN THE DC AREA
4708 BETHESDA AVENUE
CHEVY CHASE, MD
It's a big parking lot, with the mall itself only visible off in the distance. Ray gives it the squint-eye before turning to the others. "Okay, people," he says. "This is it. Johnny says it's underground. Egon's best estimates indicate three miles down. Are we good?"
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Re: And we're under way!
Date: 2006-06-20 02:38 am (UTC)Then they got towards the fun part.
"Goin' ghost!"
The concentric rings of light passed over him as he transformed.
"So, what's the game plan? Other than terrify and destroy?"
A pause.
"Or wait, it's just terrify and destroy, isn't it."
Re: And we're under way!
Date: 2006-06-20 02:41 am (UTC)***
In the targeted corridor, a rather bored secretary- one who's not much different from Janine, really- looks up at the trembling of the overhead lights. "Huh," she says, and turns back to her work.
Tinka. Tinka.
That was weird. The lights are still moving-
BRRRRMRMRMRMMMRMB.
And the wall gives way all at once.
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The first sound our heroes hear?
"AIEEEEEEEEEE!"
Re: And we're under way!
Date: 2006-06-20 02:45 am (UTC)"Finally! A situation where that reaction is actually warranted!" The three-quarters of a ton of living rock glides out of the steaming tunnel. "My dear, I suggest that, for your own safety, you take yourself outside. Now."
Re: And we're under way!
Date: 2006-06-20 03:00 am (UTC)He then snickered at Ray's comment, and patted him on the shoulder, "You big goof."
He eyed the kid oddly, and then there was an oof from him as he got crushed in amidst the crowd piling around Ray. There was a brief smirk to K, like 'I'm gonna remind you of this later.'
Then the wall exploded and there was screaming.
Peter debated stepping forward, but there was a glance to his local version. His world, he can handle the PR for here. This Peter was just here to help tear Pecker a new asshole.
Re: And we're under way!
Date: 2006-06-20 03:09 am (UTC)The raptor tilts her head to the side, judging the distance and sizing the human up. "Phhhr?"
Re: And we're under way!
Date: 2006-06-20 03:12 am (UTC)She shrieks and dives out of the way fast as she can, tumbling forward and coming up with a hand extended to slap out the fastest eight digit numeric code imaginable. A pair of huge thick metal doors open just far enough for her to slip through before slamming shut again.
"Cripes," says Ray, blinking through the haze and the dust. "That's the direction we've gotta go. Can someone take those out for us?"
Re: And we're under way!
Date: 2006-06-20 03:16 am (UTC)The same goes for the second paper package, and when it has finished its business the door should no longer be a problem. She closes her bag and smirks.
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:23 am (UTC)*Andrew beams down at Matilda. Small, cute, precocious, and deadly dangerous ... yeah, he's charmed.*
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:29 am (UTC)"Wow!" He grins broadly. "Nice job, kiddo! ... Now, if you'll excuse me ..." In the blink of an eye, he changes into his coyote form, and seems to grin before padding off down the corridor in search of ... well, whatever seems to strike his fancy.
Fancy - and fate - seem to be leading him in the general directon of Level D.
He trots up the stairs at a leisurely pace, then nudges the stairwell door open with his muzzle. The security officers turn around, expecting another barrage of cartoon characters ...
"... Well at least it ain't a cartoon coyote," one of them manages, weakly.
Johnny grins. However, when you're a coyote, grins don't necessarily look all that friendly. A bark - Hey, fellas! and they scramble, backs to the wall.
Nice.
Johnny trots over to the leather armchair in front of the console and hops up. Very comfy. He yips his compliments ... and the power circuits in the surveillance room blow.
Any magnetic or electrical locks would appear to be, consequently, fair game.
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:31 am (UTC)Dikon tubers, slick. Those tailors on Titan III really know their business.
K is slightly disappointed that he probably won't get a chance to neuralyze anyone on this mission, but as he double-checks the settings on his blast pistol and Series 4 Deatomizer, he suspects this raid is going to get plenty interesting.
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:34 am (UTC)Brown-Egon says, "Should we take point?"
As one, they unlimber the throwers, and smile. It's that "I Want To Eat Someone's Skull" Smile.
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:38 am (UTC)...but that explosion was most decidedly non-cartoony.
A kitsune wearing a slightly more sinister body is now sprinting toward them.
"Took you long enough," he says. His charming grin is turned on Danny. "How about we saddle up, partner? Since little things like solid walls don't matter as much to us." He tosses his head toward one of the walls. "There's some ripe opportunities thataway!"
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:47 am (UTC)"Then away we go."
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:09 am (UTC)This is where the kitsune and the half-ghost speed off through the walls in search of people who desperately need their days ruined more than is strictly common. And lord, but they do have those in gracious plenty.
This is where the Jedi Master, the Knight Industries representative, and the Nova di Tutti Novi make for the place Kitt's sensors originally indicated is the center of the installation's power system. A place like this would be so screwed if it lost strategically targeted electrical bits, wouldn't it?
This is where, far below on level D, men and women of technological capability far beyond the common run find- quite to their surprise- that doors that have been closed for a very long time start opening one after another after another. Few things are more dangerous than a nerd with a sudden avenue of long-plotted vengeance thrown open to him or her.
This is where K's scanners start indicating multiple avenues of likely attack through the building; he's going to take one himself, maybe bring Matilda with him- it makes as much sense as anything else. And there are records- computers- all kinds of things in need of probing.
The group left behind is going to find Peck and his office by the most direct means possible: blow up, burn down, or eat through everything in their way until there's nowhere left for the dickless wonder to hide.
It's a beautiful thing.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:18 am (UTC)She has, however, tapped into her genetic affection for making things go 'boom'.
And being a Spark, she will occasionally pause to admire a design before making it go 'splodey.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:20 am (UTC)"Halt!" THe security guards draw their weapons and stand forward from their positions on the wall.
Johnny merely flicks his fingers, and thin arcs of electricity find the gun-barrels, effectively zapping and stunning the guards.
"You know," he says offhandedly, getting up out of the chair to dust off his blazer, "it's not safe to draw guns in such close quarters."
Coyote Wisdom (tm) dispensed, he strolls out the open doors and back out to the stairwell, passing a rather mousy-looking boy in a frayed hat and faded jeans ... wielding twin machine guns and muttering something to himself about force-feeding a group of scientists "tasty wheat" until it comes out their ears.
Not even a blink on Destiny's part.
... Yep, definately been around the Bar too long, already.