Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Team Big Blue

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The IBM Supercomputer Benchmarking Plant in Poughkeepsie lies at the center of an enormous corporate campus on the northern side of town. As far as Ray can tell, that's where the really hairy readings were coming from, although he could of course be wrong.

He's about to find out. Ecto pulls to a stop just outside the main entrance to the IBM property. "Are we good?" Ray asks.

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"Yeah, but I can't even throw a proper punch unless the other person is standing still," Ray says. "Having a form to work from is probably a good place to start."

There's been all of two people in his life that he's punched. One was Mike Draverhaven,a fter the second time the man tried to kill him. The other was Walter Peck, at Foliage Census.

"Yeah, it is. It's called duct tape. I'll tell you about it la- is that someone moving on the next rooftop over?"

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Garion nodded.

"Not much I can do with him," he admits. "Since I can't see him. It might be deadly otherwise."

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"Crud," says Ray, who has heard all the curse words out there but never really been very good with most of them. "I think I'm gonna have to call the others in. If he's seen us, they're all going to know."

Then he brightens. "At least we should have the element of surprise. Peck only knows about the two of us being here, right?"

Ecto, who's been listening via the headpiece all this time, just heaves a sigh and starts signaling the others.

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"I couldn't tell you without focusing a little more," he admits. "Aunt Pol's better at that sort of thing."

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"That's okay. Let's just get moving- if we get there we can keep him off balance until the others arrive, as opposed to letting him keep us on the run," Ray says. "Although if that's a stupid strategy you'd better fill me in, because it works okay against ghosts and things but I'm not that good with tactics against humans."

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"It sounds fine to me," he says with a shrug. "I could even create a few diversions if you like."

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"Could you? That would be-"

Ray stops mid-sentence and covers his face with one hand.

"Tyler's gonna kill me for forgetting."

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"What?"

Now he looks worried.

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"I have a few distractions of my own," Ray says, fishing through his other pockets and producing the egg-shaped capsules Tyler gave him before handing Garion a fistful of glowsticks. "Bend these double so that the capsules inside break, but don't break the outer tube until I've got all the eggs lined up, please?"

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He nods carefully before obeying Ray's request, carefully bending the sticks so as not to break them.

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Each capsule that breaks inside the tubes releases a flow of something. The least little motion mixes the two fluids, and the sticks start glowing brilliant green a moment later.

"Okay," Ray says, settling back into a crouch to get a good look at the putty eggs. "I think you can break those open now- I want to pour the glowing stuff into each of these. Wait until you see what these can do..."

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He snapped the first of them in half before doing as told, stepping back afterwards as he knows nothing of what might happen.

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One by one, the putty eggs begin to glow that same green- oh, not so brilliant perhaps, being diluted, but still quite bright. Ray reaches into his jacket pocket and extracts what looks like a video game controller. "Here goes nothing," he says, and starts punching buttons rapid-fire with both thumbs.

At first, nothing appears to be happening. Then, one by one, the contents of the eggs- the glowing green contents of the eggs- spill out, flow together, and begin to swell up to the size of some of the smaller cars that Garion's seen. Each one eventually resolves into a shapeless congerie of protoplasmic bubbles, greenly self-luminous, and with myriads of brighter eye-like bubbles forming and un-forming everywhere.

"Pretty, aren't they?" Ray comments cheerfully. "I almost got eaten by one of those once. I'm going to send them out after Peck's boys..."

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'...that's one word for it," he says weakly. "But I suppose it's pretty. In an odd sort of way."

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"Well, they're absolutely terrifying when they're bearing down on you, and the real things are literally mind-bogglingly revolting, but then the real things are also about the size of one of those subway trains we rode on that one time," Ray says. "These guys are practically cute by comparison. Anyway-"

He starts fiddling with the controls again and one by one, the glowing green mini-shoggoths start gallumphing off. "They're made of Daffy Putty," Ray notes. "One of Tyler's friends came up with it. When they encounter an enemy they can wrap around him and immobilize him, or engulf an explosive device or gun and keep the force from harming anyone. There's no actual creatures involved- these are just controlled shapes of goo, not something living."

One of the mini-shoggoths finds a sewer opening well down the way and oozes into it. A few moments later, there's incoherent screaming from the nearest storm drain.

"I think that one's running."

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"I'll have to keep that in mind," he says quietly, "how those work. I might be able to do something with shadows or maybe--"

For one brief second, he considers a monster like that made out of wool.

He dismisses it.

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The glowing blobs are reasonably quick-moving creatures, for formless protoplasmic (oh, look, that first one oozed out of the sewer, even though there's still screaming dopplering away below!) monstrosities of nanomachine controlled goo. It doesn't take long for even more screaming to start.

"Daddy," says a very startled Ecto through Ray's headset, "I broke Peck's encryption. Where did you get shoggoths from?"

"Tyler, kiddo."

There's a moment of silence, and then the car snickers. Ray looks up at Garion. "We should, uh, start heading in there now," he says. "No sense letting the blobs get ahead of us."

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"Sounds good to me. Follow me?"

And he started if not running than walking quickly. He's got some leg length on Ray, after all.

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Ray starts off at a run himself. He knows just how much Garion can outpace him.

The 'monsters' are doing their job and doing it well. Most of Peck's henchmen (including several battered-looking fellows who had been stationed at the Opera House) are on the campus just now, and a lot of them were milling around waiting for their orders. They're still milling now. It's just that they're milling for their lives, and screaming in the process like giant blind albino penguins hearing the Elder Thing equivalent of the Binford 2000 Vac-U-Lator on their tails. They barely even notice two more guys running through, and if they do, so what? The big one is blond and dangerous looking! Maybe he knows what he's doing!

... never tell him about that part.

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Yeah, no.

They make their way to a park where the employees eat their lunches (or that's what it appears to be, judging by the small tables and the planned gardening) which, for the moment, holds a rather large truck. Garion might be staring at it because it's entirely out of place, even for someone not particularly familiar with trucks.

"It's in there."

Or because it's got the Ark in it.

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There are about ten men in various stages of Nazi uniform armed with such guns as men with no scruples can pick up on the black market standing around the truck. They are the only ones in the green space not screaming or struggling with other people. Even the red-headed, absolutely livid one on top of the truck's flatbed is screaming.

Admittedly, what he's screaming is "STOP ALL THE GODDAMN RUNNING AROUND LIKE MORONS OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL EVERY ONE OF YOU," but that's still screaming.

Ray's expression hardens, a thing it doesn't do often. "Ecto," he says into his microphone, "we found him. I think we're gonna need you."

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A pair of headlights suddenly appear on the far side of the park. They approach rapidly, weaving through the benches and tables and making a big mess of the well-manicured grass. When they get scarily close to Ray and Garion, they veer sideways, and the minivan they belong to skids to a stop.

Through the open driver's side window, a calm female voice can be heard:

"Make a U-Turn, if possible."

At this point Indy climbs out, while Mel exits through the passenger window.

"Sorry if we're late," the former says. "We were bonding over Nazis and zombies. Tell me we didn't miss any of the good stuff."

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"About the only thing you've missed so far is some glowing green pseudo-shoggoths," Ray says with considerable satisfaction. "They're busy chasing down some of the rest of Peck's men. Illinois Nazis scream real good when they're under the impression they're about to be eaten. Tyler and Mirai are on their way back too, and I think we should be hearing from Andrew and Matilda and Flynn and Michael shortly."

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"Rocketship."

Mel nods towards the truck that appears to be the centre of attention. "Do we get to make these guys scream?"

It's worth noting at this point that both Indy and Mel are clutching McDonald's drink cups. Sure, there'd been a certain urgency involved in their journey from the Opera House, but it's hard to ignore a restaurant as prevalent as Mickey D's when your relative time periods have nothing of the sort.

To their credit, they did pass three other 24 hour drive-throughs before they eventually surrendered to the pull of the golden arches. And Mike will get some Happy Meal toys out of the deal.

As for their verdict? Not particularly impressed, but it filled a hole.

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"Scream is fine," Ray says. "Bleed is acceptable. Die, not so much, not unless they actively offer lethal force first. But scream? Sure. Scream is good."

Since nearly everyone here is screaming anyway, what would a few more terrified henchmen be?