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

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?"

Current Music: Kick In The Ass, Moxy Fruvous

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

k_in_black

Matilda's been seeing K smile all afternoon. Now Jannot sees K smile too.

This smile is different.

K's always had a problem with authority, and it's meatsacks like the one standing in front of him right now that make K wonder sometimes why he even bothers protecting the planet Earth. But he never really forgets why. It's for the sake of people like Matilda. And people like Ray.

And so there he stands. A Man in Black. A rumor, recognized only as deju vu, with anonymity for his name. Wearing a smile guaranteed to ruin the day of any man who desperately craves to be in control. Finally, in a tone that would have earned a high-five from Agent Smith:

"Mis-ter Jannot. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

K is within arm's reach of Jannot barely a second later

From:

gone_byebye

Jannot is not a field agent. He's a bureaucrat. His investigations are done behind desks, through reams of paper and acres of videotape. He does not have the sort of physical skills necessary to do a job like K's.

Short version: his indignant announcement of "I don't know who you are but Security's going to get your ass" is cut short by the fact that he tries to take a step back and instead stumbles mid-sentence.

Oops.

From:

k_in_black

That's fine. Jannot can't fall, not with K hand wrapped around his tie, hauling him back to his feet long enough to shove him against that absurdly large desk.

K voice drops to a growl. "I'd say your Security staff have more important things to worry about right now."

"Pay attention, Jannot. This is our special moment. Just you and I."

From:

gone_byebye

Jannot would like to protest, but that's a bit hard right now. The most he can manage is a slight noise of curiosity; he's trying to decide if he can wriggle out of this guy's way or not. The thought of kneeing him in the crotch hasn't occurred to him yet, and since his hindbrain has better sense than the rest of him and knows its survival chances in single combat, it's not going to occur to him.

From:

k_in_black

Well, if it's any consolation, K's hip is turned enough to deprive Jannot of the chance. And best not to think about what K's hand would have done with Jannot's tie if he had gone for a crotch strike.

"Have I got your attention? I'd better, because what I'm about to say will be the most important thing you've heard in a very long time."

"Stanz. Venkman. Spengler. If you don't know those names, don't learn them. If you do know them, forget them. Now."

"This is good advice, Jannot. I suggest you take it. Because if you don't, We will be back. We're Them. We're They. The ones you pretend to be, but know deep down you're not."

"Forget you ever heard the name 'Ghostbuster.' Or We will be back. Where-ever you are."

"Is that clear?"

From:

gone_byebye

He'd like to argue. Really, he would.

But outside, the cubicle farm is burning. Upstairs, power systems are shutting off one after another after another. On D-level, the only people left are the guards, and that only because some idiot left a roll of duct tape within reach of the residents. On his desk, all the monitors are showing chaos and mayhem unfolding throughout every level of the facility, including the best-secured ones.

He swallows.

"Yessir."

From:

k_in_black

K glares at him for a moment longer, then takes a step back, letting go of Jannot's tie so the man falls back against his desk.

"We will be watching."

"Now get moving."

From:

gone_byebye

For all that he is large, and not in good shape, Jannot can really move when the need to do so is sufficiently urgent. And this? Very, very sufficient.

From:

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Meanwhile, Matilda has been busy. The cubicle farm is not so much a cubicle farm anymore as a big room full of burning rubble. Also, she has invented a simple process for discovering whether a wall is load-bearing or not: propel a chunk of flaming desk at it at speed. If it goes partway or all the way through, the wall is safe to blow up without endangering any surrounding structures.

Needless to say, she is putting this newfound knowledge to good use.

She selects another innocuous brown package from her bag (it has gotten lighter while K was talking to Jannot, but her supply is not in danger of running out anytime soon) and launches it at a wall that passed the Can I Blow This Up? Test. BOOM.

From:

k_in_black

K returns from Jannot's office, adjusting his tie with the air of a man having a very satisfying day.

He looks around the burning rubble with great approval. "Nice work, Matilda. Very nice work."

From:

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

She pauses in the midst of removing the next bomb from her bag.

"Thanks!" she says with an adorable grin. "I never knew blowing stuff up was so much fun." She aims for another safely explodable wall. "How was your time in that office? Whose was it, anyways?"

From:

k_in_black

"A guy named Jannot. One of the men who was in charge of this place. I thought he should know that if he tried to rebuild it, we'd be coming back."

From:

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

"I see. That makes sense." She starts walking towards the large hole where this cubicle farm used to have walls. "What's your scanner say about interesting stuff near here? Anything I should refrain from blowing up so we can take a look at it first?"

From:

k_in_black

K pulls the scanner and flips open the holographic display. And what a difference there is. Alarm systems blinking, infrastructure collapsing all throughout the complex.

He shakes his head. "Not much left anywhere really."

He points. "But if you think you can get through that wall, there should be a way out."

He smiles. "If you think you can do that."

From:

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

She giggles. "It shouldn't be too difficult so long as it isn't a load-bearing wall. Those are harder to blow up, and if I accidentally manage it, bits of this place will be falling on us, which would be bad. Hmm, let me see." She gives the familiar Look to a twisted wreck that was once a piece of high-end computing equipment, lifting it into the air and then propelling it at the indicated wall. It imbeds itself in said wall fairly deeply.

"Should be no problem then," she comments cheerfully, taking out two bombs. Ffft-woosh-fffffft-boom. The wall has seen better days than this. Ffft-woosh-fffffft-boom. The wall will trouble no one any longer.

"Shall we?" she asks grandly, picking her way among destroyed cubicles to the promised exit.

From:

gone_byebye

It is an exit, all right. A lovely, beautiful, bright-shiny exit.

Maybe not to anywhere in Foliage Census or the White Flint Mall, but damn if an exit to Milliways isn't still an exit.