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gone_byebyeSaturday, August 26
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
Sundown
Most of the daylight hours had been taken up with back-to-back-to-back busts out in Douglaston. According to the preliminary readings, someone or something in the vicinity of PS 221 had gone massively spiritually active sometime in the past week or so, and the upwelling energy source had been enough to start waking some only barely laid Class Four swarms, plus a couple of really pissy Class Sixes. It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd all been in one place, but having to race back and forth between the Toys R Us, Alley Pond Environmental Center, and the Community College was just a nightmare. The local roads really hadn't been cooperating, either, so when the fourth call came in from Long Island Jewish, Ray was pretty sure their collective groan could be heard as far away as Fort Totten.
It was over now, though. At least for the moment. Whatever it was, the surge had subsided as they were chasing their latest free-roaming vapor into the medical center's parking lot. Egon had found a strong possibility of its returning come dawn- one of his usual pronouncements of doom- and suggested, very strongly, that they all get what rest and relaxation they could. For Winston, that meant conking out on the couch. Peter had muttered something under his breath and taken off for the local bar. Egon had flashed one of his usual dry smiles and gone back to work, so that left Ray to his own devices.
Specifically, to the device that went wummmwummwumm and tended to lop off unattended body parts if not used correctly. He hadn't been able to practice nearly as much as he'd have liked lately, what with the Armageddon Clock stuff going on at Milliways. Having been told that the key to the clock existed and that it was somewhere out there for people more combat-inclined to find, Ray figured he'd back out- at least for now- and get himself what time he could here on Earth. There wasn't that much else he was good for there, not compared to the Planewalkers and magic-slingers. Here he could at least concentrate without worrying too much. Anyway, he needed to get back into decent 'sabre form. The boys were clamoring for more advanced training, possibly with the baby 'sabres he was still working on, and the Sensei at their school had made some noises about bringing in an iaido practitioner sometime soon. . .
He'd think about that later. Right now, he had the forms to run through and the drone to practice against.
Ray'd been at it a good half hour or more, still working his way through the Chinese broadsword forms, when the hairs on the back of his neck started to prickle. That wasn't normal for him; most of the time, someone could walk up to him and poke him in the shoulder without him realizing he was there. This felt like something else, though. Something familiar- a presence that had been in and out of the Firehouse several times in the past few days. He froze mid-stance.
"I know you're there," he said evenly. "I'm going to turn around in a moment. If you're going to cause trouble, I suggest you leave now, because I've had about all the trouble I can handle today. If you're here about something else, I'm willing to talk, all right?"
There was silence. He turned around.
"Ah," he said to the wide-eyed green blob floating hesitantly a few yards away, "I sort of thought it might be you."
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
Sundown
Most of the daylight hours had been taken up with back-to-back-to-back busts out in Douglaston. According to the preliminary readings, someone or something in the vicinity of PS 221 had gone massively spiritually active sometime in the past week or so, and the upwelling energy source had been enough to start waking some only barely laid Class Four swarms, plus a couple of really pissy Class Sixes. It wouldn't have been so bad if they'd all been in one place, but having to race back and forth between the Toys R Us, Alley Pond Environmental Center, and the Community College was just a nightmare. The local roads really hadn't been cooperating, either, so when the fourth call came in from Long Island Jewish, Ray was pretty sure their collective groan could be heard as far away as Fort Totten.
It was over now, though. At least for the moment. Whatever it was, the surge had subsided as they were chasing their latest free-roaming vapor into the medical center's parking lot. Egon had found a strong possibility of its returning come dawn- one of his usual pronouncements of doom- and suggested, very strongly, that they all get what rest and relaxation they could. For Winston, that meant conking out on the couch. Peter had muttered something under his breath and taken off for the local bar. Egon had flashed one of his usual dry smiles and gone back to work, so that left Ray to his own devices.
Specifically, to the device that went wummmwummwumm and tended to lop off unattended body parts if not used correctly. He hadn't been able to practice nearly as much as he'd have liked lately, what with the Armageddon Clock stuff going on at Milliways. Having been told that the key to the clock existed and that it was somewhere out there for people more combat-inclined to find, Ray figured he'd back out- at least for now- and get himself what time he could here on Earth. There wasn't that much else he was good for there, not compared to the Planewalkers and magic-slingers. Here he could at least concentrate without worrying too much. Anyway, he needed to get back into decent 'sabre form. The boys were clamoring for more advanced training, possibly with the baby 'sabres he was still working on, and the Sensei at their school had made some noises about bringing in an iaido practitioner sometime soon. . .
He'd think about that later. Right now, he had the forms to run through and the drone to practice against.
Ray'd been at it a good half hour or more, still working his way through the Chinese broadsword forms, when the hairs on the back of his neck started to prickle. That wasn't normal for him; most of the time, someone could walk up to him and poke him in the shoulder without him realizing he was there. This felt like something else, though. Something familiar- a presence that had been in and out of the Firehouse several times in the past few days. He froze mid-stance.
"I know you're there," he said evenly. "I'm going to turn around in a moment. If you're going to cause trouble, I suggest you leave now, because I've had about all the trouble I can handle today. If you're here about something else, I'm willing to talk, all right?"
There was silence. He turned around.
"Ah," he said to the wide-eyed green blob floating hesitantly a few yards away, "I sort of thought it might be you."
