[ With the door shut, Peter takes the moment to lean back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He really wishes he'd worn boots or something. Dress shoes? Totally not meant for fighting in. ]
-- Are you friggin' kidding me? Your girlfriend ditched us?
There's loud banging on the wall behind them, which spurs Peter into motion. He grabs Charlie by the hand and pulls him down the hall. Not like they have much other choice, right? ]
-- By the way, your girlfriend totally just stole my jacket.
[ Peter heaves a sigh as they head further into the hall -- and he seriously has to wonder at the fact that this place has secret passageways to begin with. It must be nice, he muses, being rich. ]
Somewhere down the hall they find a discarded pair of heels- looks like someone decided to run, as well.
There's a door at the end of the hall, letting out into the cool night air, a small clearing in a copse of trees. The lights of the estate are distant- Charlie reckons they're on the far side of the grounds ]
[ Peter is so annoyed. Like, seriously annoyed. Because if he'd had his way, they would've been making-out in the back of a car and celebrating a job well done.
But nooo, he had to end up with the one dude in this part of the galaxy who actually gave a shit. And look where it got them? ]
[ Charlie gives a little nod. Ugh, yeah. Yeah he fucked up.
He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
[ Apparently the direction Peter chose left nothing to examine but a tool shed (which turned up nothing but little shack filled with gardening tools) and a dead end, so he doubles back to catch up with Charlie.
-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
Up ahead, there's the sound of more growling- looks like suban number two has something caught in a tree, given the way it's circling around, making the occasional jump. ]
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-- Are you friggin' kidding me? Your girlfriend ditched us?
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[ Not the time or the place, Charlie... ]
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[ for realz Charlie. u wanna do this now.
There's loud banging on the wall behind them, which spurs Peter into motion. He grabs Charlie by the hand and pulls him down the hall. Not like they have much other choice, right? ]
-- By the way, your girlfriend totally just stole my jacket.
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We don't even know where this thing lets out.
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[ a beat ]
Oh, hey, you uh. You didn't have that little datastick thing in your jacket pocket, did you?
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... Motherfucking--
[ GUESS WHO'S PICKING UP SPEED. ]
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Somewhere down the hall they find a discarded pair of heels- looks like someone decided to run, as well.
There's a door at the end of the hall, letting out into the cool night air, a small clearing in a copse of trees. The lights of the estate are distant- Charlie reckons they're on the far side of the grounds ]
Being barefoot has got to slow her down some.
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But nooo, he had to end up with the one dude in this part of the galaxy who actually gave a shit. And look where it got them? ]
What do you think -- split up?
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[ but before he moves to break away from Peter, he gives him an apologetic look ] Sorry. This is my fault.
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We'll talk about it later.
[ Because they have a job to do, and Peter really liked that coat. Which is why he's darting off in search of it.
And, you know. The woman. Sure. ]
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He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
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-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
You okay? Did it bite you?
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What the hell was that thing?
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A suban. They're like-- these giant naked mole-rat-dog things.
And their bites are toxic. Make you lose consciousness within a couple minutes. Did it bite you?
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[ He pulls himself up to a sit ]
I found this back there, though. [ he holds up the scrap of fabric ]
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C'mon. Need to get moving if we're ever gonna find your girl.
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And your jacket.
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[ He heads off in the the only really viable direction. ]
This is why I like smash and grabs better.
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We can dance anyplace, man.
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Up ahead, there's the sound of more growling- looks like suban number two has something caught in a tree, given the way it's circling around, making the occasional jump. ]
... Still got that shovel?
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You wanna do the honors this time, Houdini?