A trail of aching derrières- next time they'll be more thoughtful

[gone_byebye]

The 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?"

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The monitors flicker down on Level D, and Johnny watches the unfolding chaos for a moment, swishing his tail happily. Then, in a blink, he's back to his regular human self.

"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.