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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[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

No It Isn't!

Foxtrot chases after Peck as the former EPA agent darts around Danny and plunges down the hall.

Perhaps another change of costume is in order...

***

Second-level Tech Peirson knew something was up. He didn't know what and he hadn't asked. Mainly because, in Foliage Census, asking snoopy questions about what's going on outside your department isn't exactly good for your career...or your continued freedom.

But something was up and he was getting a sneaking suspicion that it was major. Having cartoon characters show up at your coffee break to critique the brew will do that to you.

The sound of running footsteps outside his office drew his attention to the door. He managed to catch a glimpse of a red-headed man running hell-bent-for-leather.

RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE

You see weird things in FC...but a Sherman Tank with an overgrown fox riding in the turret dressed as General Patton certainly takes the cake.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Even stranger was that he was being followed by asuperhero.

...One that didn't look like a ghost.

In fact, he looked like he was in his rightful place fighting right alongside Patton and his tank.

Weeeird.

[gone_byebye]

It is a fact of life that people watch you with the most interest when you least want to be watched. Peck has long been aware of this. Oh, yes. He knows.

Maybe they won't be able to follow him if he gets a really good head of steam going. And he knows where he can accomplish that- the maintenance corridors. He rips open the first maintenance door he comes to and charges down the empty spaces towards the closet he knows is waiting for him.

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

That might work...if he was dealing with ordinary pursuers. Foxtrot is a superb tracker and has Peck's scent strong in his nose. And both he and Danny have a little advantage when it comes to walls.

"Oi! He's boltin for cover!" FX shouts, shifting from a tank-driving fox to a monitor lizard-riding samauri.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny beeped his communicator.

"Incoming! The chicken is coming home to roost--I repeat, the chicken is coming home to roost. So fire up the grill, guys."

He beeped it off.

Then he beeped it back on again.

"Hey, how come we didn't get Starfleet comm badges? That would've made this even cooler."