LaughingJill (2014-06-06 05:05:38)

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(This'll be a serious plaza series. Bad assery included! Guns, guns, am I forgetting guns? Secret organisations, Rob's Mod Squad, even the H4Dsi mafia want's in on this. Oh my!)

"How to start? How to start?" Said the Plazian Phantasm. He was decked out in a load of stealth gear, complete with blast resistance and even a gas mask. One leg was on the ground while the other ever so carefully leaned him back in his chair.

"For one," Said Plazian Silon, "we could attempt to... Oh say, I dunno. Get Lindsay and Jill back?" He was in the exact same gear, if not bulkier from the added Kevlar. They both turned their heads as another Plazian came around.

Slick suit, spiky messy hair, sunglasses tucked away in his tux pocket and the blue eyes that scanned the small room. It all belonged to Connor.

"Sorry I'm late. But I had a falling out with a few H4Dsi mafia hands," he stretched, extending the shotgun in his hand before resting against his shoulder.

"So, Rhino and Lion. How do we go about this?" Phantasm asked. Connor scratched his head and Silon spoke up, "For one, Panther, I suggest we actually do something."

"We could sabotage the Mod Squad's login." Connor suggested. Phantasm and Silon exchanged a quick glance. "No offense," Phamtasm added, "but we should wait for Lindsay. She's like the full stealth person."

"I can relate." Connor said, he walked over to the other side of the room, where some barrels were stacked and he pushed a few away to reveal a hidden television.

"I'll wait a bit here and let H4Dsi think over what I did. Assault shotgun is in the blue case, Silenced High Powered Rifle in the red. You're welcome." Connor said as he flipped on the television.

Phantasm pushed his chair over and rolled out of it, following Silon out the door. They walked down a lit hallway and found two cases, red and blue, sitting near a glass door.

"We both know how this is gonna work." Phantasm said as he picked up the red case. Silon opened the blue and took out the fancy, modern shotgun.

"Connor already shot the thing." He released a latch and spun the upper half of the gun on a swivel pin, throwing out the shell and replacing itself after it hit the uptirned latch again with the locking mechanism setting.

"Hey, picked up some slugs, unless you really care about shotgun spread." Phantasm tossed him a few clips. Silon caught them and released the clip from the handle of the shotgun, reloading it much like a pistol.

"I'll never understand how Connor gets these things." Silon said, opening the door to a muddy, raining night. Phantasm closed the door after him, looking back at the abandoned warehouse they set up in.

"After all this crap we're all going to a nice restaurant." He exclaimed aloud.

Next time...

"You think that you'll hide from the Mod Squad forever?! I'm Rob! I can terminate your login as fast as saying 'Go'."

"Nobody really saved us then."

"Phantasm. You do not die! You do not die tonight!"

Coming in Later installments

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