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 ( Read more... )
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 ( Read more... )
"Wow!" He grins broadly. "Nice job, kiddo! ... Now, if you'll excuse me ..." In the blink of an eye, he changes into his coyote form, and seems to grin before padding off down the corridor in search of ... well, whatever seems to strike his fancy.
Fancy - and fate - seem to be leading him in the general directon of Level D.
He trots up the stairs at a leisurely pace, then nudges the stairwell door open with his muzzle. The security officers turn around, expecting another barrage of cartoon characters ...
"... Well at least it ain't a cartoon coyote," one of them manages, weakly.
Johnny grins. However, when you're a coyote, grins don't necessarily look all that friendly. A bark - Hey, fellas! and they scramble, backs to the wall.
Nice.
Johnny trots over to the leather armchair in front of the console and hops up. Very comfy. He yips his compliments ... and the power circuits in the surveillance room blow.
Any magnetic or electrical locks would appear to be, consequently, fair game.
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