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| When: | 26 March 2005 |
| Who: | Butch, Galen |
| What: | Butch and Galen have a little conversation about the finer details of their upcoming ambush of the crafty little angel Pan. |
I-35 Demolishers Hangout
A surprisingly run down-looking warehouse in this mostly well-kept neighborhood. There is evidence of graffiti, the largest depicting a I-35 highway sign with a black motorcycle silhouette superimposed on it. A half-dozen Harley-Davidsons are parked in front of the warehouse, leaning on their kick-stands. Weeds grow through the cracks in the asphalt parking lot, and the windows of the building, where they aren't boarded over, are grimy.
Galen is sitting on the dock of the warehouse used by his band of biker buddies. He seems relaxed, and is smoking a large Cuban. He notices Butch approaching and waves.
Butch strides out of the parking lot, dragging another large duffel bag behind him. He nods to Galen as he waves in his direction. "Hey, got another present for us, and I've done some more thinking and planning and..." He cuts himself off, and looks about the parking lot for anyone else mundane or not who might be lurking around or listening in.
Galen tells the wide bodies loitering in the vicinity to get lost. Then turns back to Butch. "They'll keep their traps shut. You really like duffel bags, doncha?"
Butch smiles a wide toothy grin. "Hell ya. I think we might need a little extra insurance...So I bagged another one. Anyway, I figure we should work out the details. I've got a decent plan, which should hold firm even if that little whelp screws with it a tad."
Galen toes the duffel bag. "You know, you can only snatch so many of those before people start getting all weird about it. You want me to keep this one, or you wanna hide that one away?" Galen tosses the bag onto the dock. "So, other than jump the punk in an alley, what plan you got for me?"
Galen gets a thoughtful look. "Can you get your hands on a couple of police vests. Those could be useful."
Butch says, "Ok, here's the scoop. I managed to plant a note and picture on the brat Pam. Telling her to meet us in the alley we picked out earlier Sunday at 8. WE are gonna be there waiting for her, with the first kid. But I'll get back to that. I've been trying to get a hold of a Media freak or Vapulan boy...but Im not having a lot of luck. Anyway..We stash girl number two here in a safe place. And we keep an open video feed from her location to the alley. We keep both gals basted in Gasoline...just in case. We have a tv set up in the alley that runs the feed from the location of girl number two....So that way Pan KNOWS were playing for keeps."
Galen ponders his way through the plan. He finally comes to a conclusion, then nods. "My only fear is that Pan won't show alone, or worse, some people come with it invisibly. Psychotics like Tyrr don't care if a human or two die as collateral damage. But that sounds like a plan, though I don't expect Pan to let us kill it.กจ
Butch says, "Oh! I forgot! Were also recording what goes on in the alley! And that feeds to the location with girl number two here. And I'll be in my spare vessel...so if things go a little sour I wont care."
Galen nods..."Spare vessel being the key word." I haven't yet acquired one of those
Butch blurts out, "Ha, she cant stop me from dropping a lighter onto a gasoline soaked kindergartener! Ah, well...well keep your bike near by and i'll give em hell while you make a break for it. Speaking of giving them hell...lets talk about exactly what kind of damage we can inflict...and What other preparations we need to make."
Galen smiles, "Well, as of now, I do my best work by hand. Though I'm looking for someone to teach me something about swordplay." Galen mimics sword fighting. "I don't wanna try to beat down Tyrr with just my fists, ya know?"
Butch shrugs. "Ok then.....well I have the ability to greatly increase my demonic resonance as well as another little song the packs quite a 'licking'." He smiles broadly again. "Well, I know how to use most large weapons, but I do favor the axe over the sword. And I think i'll try to make a few make shift bombs as a back up plan! Oh this is a great idea I just had! Quick, you guys are bikers! How many gasoline canisters do you all have!? It doesn't matter the size or type!"
Galen lugs the duffel over to the iron dock door, and tosses it in. He then turns to Butch. "Lets hope that people don't get any smart ideas. But I have a feeling that they will." Galen sighs. I'll talk to ya tomorrow. And I'll bring a sword, learn a few pointers, OK?
Butch nods. "Sounds like a plan. I'll gather up all the spare gas cans and such I can find. Bring any you can and the girl too. See ya there!"
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