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Giving the whole ensemble a nod of approval, you raise an eyebrow as you turn to face Blumenkrantz. So, you ask, does this mean he’s leaving the keys with you?
“Like I said, Parble, the onboard systems make it easier than scratching your ass.” Replies the chief as he looks at his granddaughter. “Right, Christy?”
Still enthralled by the brief test drive, the personal assistant gives you an enthusiastic nod before tapping furiously on her phone!
“<span class="mu-i">And if that’s too hard to handle, I’ll be happy to take you.</span>”
“<span class="mu-s">WHAT?!</span>” Roars Blumenkrantz as the little mirth in his voice immediately fades, “Out of the question–I’m not letting you get blown out of the sky on some dare-”
“<span class="mu-i">It’s not your choice to make, grandpa.</span>” Interjects the cellphone as a look of commitment cements itself on the personal assistant’s normally-stoic face! “<span class="mu-i">If that son of a bitch is up there-</span>”
“Then <span class="mu-i">I’LL</span> tear his head off and bring it back here to you!” The old man counters with renewed vigor! “The people here need you…” The Security Chief’s stern expression softens somewhat. “... and I need you here too. <span class="mu-i">Please</span>, Christy…”
Doubt crosses her face, but she stands firm as she taps at her phone once more.
“<span class="mu-i">Arguing is pointless and people are dying while we sit around. Stan will decide and that’s final.</span>”
“Tch, fine,” Snarls her grandfather, clearly not jazzed about the idea, “Just don’t forget they can drive it themselves…”
Satisfied for now, Christy motions you and your pals closer as a flickering map of the area around you appears on her device’s screen.
“<span class="mu-i">Perimeter sensors picked up a familiar van not far from The Lodge. Thought you’d want to know.</span>”
“Shit…” Eddie hisses as Kiki marvels at Christy’s voice technology, “They’re still pretty far, huh?”
“Blizzard’s been picking up exponentially.” Reports Blumenkrantz as he points a gloved finger surfaceward. “<span class="mu-g">FIDO</span> oughta’ handle it for a while, but we lost contact with our surface sentries a few hours ago–roads are probably paralyzed as well.”
“<span class="mu-i">Several hostiles are gaining on the van.</span>” Christy adds with a grave look on her face. “<span class="mu-i">If you make haste you should be able to extract them before the brunt of the forces arrive.</span>”
“What the hell are we waitin’ for, then!?” Roars Talbot as he stomps towards the aircraft! “Let’s go get ‘em!”
Easy, tiger, you reply, you’ve gotta figure out a few things first!
“Plannin’ ahead?” Ly remarks in a bemused tone, “Who are ya’ and what happened ta’ cupcake?”
>CONTD.
