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?"

Comments

[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."