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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[masterofsoresu]

Obi-Wan is also being calm but cautious. He reaches for his 'saber, ready to shift into an opening stance if circumstances require.

[gone_byebye]

There is a thunk, and another thunk, and when the doors are fully opened a man with black hair, a faintly beakish nose, and a very unfocused character to his gaze pokes his head out. He's wearing grungy, not-really-his size hospital scrub-type clothing. "Okay, that was a mess," he says to no one in particular. "Don't anybody try anything funny or you'll wind up the same."

The overall effect of the unconscious guards lying on the elevator floor is rather spoiled by the fact that the man proceeds to trip over one of them. He flails wildly and grabs the nearest elevator door.

"Dammit!"

[md_donighal]

"Well," says the man in the gray suit, "I'm going to watch my step around him."

[masterofsoresu]

"As am I," agrees the man in the white suit.

[gone_byebye]

"Ha, ha, very funny," says the man, who doesn't appear to be looking in the right direction. In fact, he's almost perfectly perpendicular to Michael, and he's grabbing onto the wall with both hands now. "Okay, this is ridiculous. You don't work here, do you."

[md_donighal]

"Since you don't look or act as though you work here either, I feel reasonably safe in saying 'no we don't'. I'm Michael, and my friends are Kitt and Ben." He indicates gesturally which is which. "And you are?"

[gone_byebye]

He tilts his head a little farther, frowning a little. "Which one's the Brit?" he asks. "My name's Erwin Emory. Whistler. Good to meet you. Can somebody give me a hand here? I'd like to get out before they notice I'm missing."

[masterofsoresu]

Obi-Wan doesn't know the term "Brit", but guesses that Master Emory is referring to the Coruscanti accent he picked up from his Temple upbringing. "That would be me, Ben," he says, then reaches out to take Erwin's hand. "May I be your eyes?"

[gone_byebye]

"Please do," says Erwin with a twisted little smile. "Marty's gonna kill me if I get out first, but screw him. I can't help him without my rig."

[md_donighal]

"In that case," says Michael, "we'd better find it, hadn't we?

"By the way," he adds in a whisper to Obi-Wan, "that was quite noble of you."

[masterofsoresu]

"Helping those who can't help themselves is one of my specialities. You may find it rather like falling off a... bike." He just stops himself saying "swoopbike" out loud.

[gone_byebye]

"I can hear you, you know," Erwin says sharply. "Can we get out of here before you get to congratulating each other? No offense, but there's a whole bunch of government goons coming and I only get lucky once."

[md_donighal]

"Thanks for the heads-up, and for the suitable chastisement. I think we can handle them, but in the absence of any further personal lucky breaks, you may wish to develop an intimate relationship with the floor."

[masterofsoresu]

"I may be able to talk our way out of this," Ben says enigmatically, "but if I can't... down would be a very good place for you to get."

[gone_byebye]

Erwin blinks a few times, then nods. "Gotcha," he says and eases himself down to his knees, then to the floor. He instinctively laces his hands together behind his neck as he does so.

Two other elevators go ding!

[steadfastknight]

Kitt looked over at the elevators, this time more warily. Government goons, they'd said.

Kitt stepped forward. Protect human life and all that, and there was enough room here for him to transform - just not enough for him to move once transformed.

"If we're expecting bullets, I can take care of it." He kept his voice quiet.

[md_donighal]

"As can I. Let's hope we don't have to, though. Ben, do you think your... powers of persuasion... will affect that many people at once?

[masterofsoresu]

"We won't be certain until I make the attempt, but it's not much of a stretch."

[gone_byebye]

The doors slide open. Two squads of uniformed guards- possibly ex-police, possibly MPs- are on the other side, and they level their guns at the people they can see. "All right, don't move," says the foremost guard in the elevator on the left. "Where's Whistler?"

[md_donighal]

"Who?" Michael deadpans.

[masterofsoresu]

"You won't find Whistler here," Obi-Wan assures them, supplementing the statement with a hand gesture he hopes is sufficiently small and subtle not to make anyone's trigger finger inch.

[gone_byebye]

Someone else would have looked up at the sound of his nickname, but Erwin- Whistler- stays exactly where he is. Which is probably fortunate, because the lead guard stares for a moment- and then turns to the rest of the squad. "Dammit! We won't find Whistler here- the bastard's probably up on twelve by now..."

The guards in the other elevator are poking their heads out and peering around a little. One of them says, a little uncertainly, "Do you guys have identification?"

[masterofsoresu]

"You don't need to see our identification," Obi-Wan assures them, suppressing his amusement under the inevitable sense of what, in old Corellian, is referred to as dejys visti.

[md_donighal]

These aren't the geeks you're looking for, Michael thinks, loudly enough that Obi-Wan can probably hear it.

[gone_byebye]

There's some hasty conferencing in elevator two. Eventually, the guards turn back to the three men in the hallway. "We don't need to see your identification," the lead guard assures them.