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

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[stilljustandrew]

... That is impressive, young lady.

*Andrew beams down at Matilda. Small, cute, precocious, and deadly dangerous ... yeah, he's charmed.*

[lucky_coyote]

Johnny stares for a moment, back and forth from the door to the little girl he'd just group-hugged moments ago. Girl. Door. Girl. Door....

"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

[k_in_black]

Funny thing. All these explosions and still not a speck of dust on the perfect blackness of K's suit.

Dikon tubers, slick. Those tailors on Titan III really know their business.

K is slightly disappointed that he probably won't get a chance to neuralyze anyone on this mission, but as he double-checks the settings on his blast pistol and Series 4 Deatomizer, he suspects this raid is going to get plenty interesting.

[blond_w_brain]

The Egons take a moment to converse, and then check their watches. They frown, and mutter, and then turn to face the door.

Brown-Egon says, "Should we take point?"

As one, they unlimber the throwers, and smile. It's that "I Want To Eat Someone's Skull" Smile.

[wyrd_fox]

Beyond the door, the corridor is nicely cleared. Granted, the secretary's babbled warning about alien invaders and dinosaurs were at first dismissed as more cartoon hijinks...

...but that explosion was most decidedly non-cartoony.

A kitsune wearing a slightly more sinister body is now sprinting toward them.

"Took you long enough," he says. His charming grin is turned on Danny. "How about we saddle up, partner? Since little things like solid walls don't matter as much to us." He tosses his head toward one of the walls. "There's some ripe opportunities thataway!"

[gone_byebye]

And this, friends? This is our parting of the ways.

This is where the kitsune and the half-ghost speed off through the walls in search of people who desperately need their days ruined more than is strictly common. And lord, but they do have those in gracious plenty.

This is where the Jedi Master, the Knight Industries representative, and the Nova di Tutti Novi make for the place Kitt's sensors originally indicated is the center of the installation's power system. A place like this would be so screwed if it lost strategically targeted electrical bits, wouldn't it

[spark_girl]

Agatha manages to keep from giggling. Mostly.

She has, however, tapped into her genetic affection for making things go 'boom'.

And being a Spark, she will occasionally pause to admire a design before making it go 'splodey.

[lucky_coyote]

The monitors flicker down on Level D, and Johnny watches the unfolding chaos for a moment, swishing his tail happily. Then, in a blink, he's back to his regular human self.

"Halt!" THe security guards draw their weapons and stand forward from their positions on the wall.

Johnny merely flicks his fingers, and thin arcs of electricity find the gun-barrels, effectively zapping and stunning the guards.

"You know," he says offhandedly, getting up out of the chair to dust off his blazer, "it's not safe to draw guns in such close quarters."

Coyote Wisdom (tm) dispensed, he strolls out the open doors and back out to the stairwell, passing a rather mousy-looking boy in a frayed hat and faded jeans ... wielding twin machine guns and muttering something to himself about force-feeding a group of scientists "tasty wheat" until it comes out their ears.

Not even a blink on Destiny's part.

... Yep, definately been around the Bar too long, already.