Jaselyn: Jaselyn looks at Angela, her eyes wide with shock, but the shock soon drains away and is replaced by a wide grin slowly spreading over her face.
“Computer, one paintball rifle with bright magenta paint,” she says. The gun materializes into her hand. “Let’s go show these folks who’s boss!”
Jaselyn and Angela sneak quietly out of the bathroom and down the hall. Peering around the corner, they see Sugie engaged in conversation with Holo-Ben.
“On three,” Jaselyn whispers. “One… Two…”
Just before she gets to the end of the count, Sugie turns and locks eyes with Jaselyn.
“THREE!”
Angela: RED PAINT BALLS SPLATTER THE WALL! The cigarette pinched between Angela’s teeth, is maintained by a smile as she peppers Jen*, Ben, and the bar with balls! ABC is etched in paint across holo-Ben and Sugie who barely have time to react!
*Jen was used to rhyme and compliment the AABA beat I have going on *grin*
Jaselyn: Jaselyn cackles with maniacal laughter as she fires her rifle willy-nilly into the dining area, hitting everything but her targets. No matter. Angela’s impeccable aim has covered them in red.
She and Angela rush to the door hoping to make it out before either the cops show up or their opponents have a chance to react. But just as they reach the door, Jaselyn feels the splat of paint on her back, pushing her to the ground. She has no idea who has hit her.
“Save yourself!” she cries to Angela.”Go on without me! “
Angela: “No man gets left behind on my watch!” Angela shouts over her own gun fire. With her finger secured on the trigger, Angela leans down to peel Jaselyn off the floor. “I have a feeling we’re going to have company!”
Sugie: Which is how they are situated when Sugie jumps on top of them. Edward has finally come out of his ham-induced stupor. That wasn’t caffeine in the Coca-Cola back then? [I know urban legend, but fantasy story].
Sugie grabs ABC by the hair. “Shoulda got that cut,” she says, laughing gently as she yanks ABC back in the cafe.
“So, two choices,” she says in a deadly quiet voice to Angela. “Give me Ben. Or give me Ben.”
“Um, but that’s not really–” Angela gasps.
“I know! I’m being melodramatic!” Sugie squeals with lots of exclamation points. “I’m not letting you go until you give Ben back to me. And if Edward and Jaselyn do each other in with the paint while I have to wait for an answer, so be it.”
“Hey, wait,” Edward yells, the sting of betrayal in his voice.
Just then, Sugie hears a sound, like someone calling from far, far away. The hairs on her arms stand up. The hair at the back of her neck itches. It’s Ben, and though he sounds far, far away, she can tell he is closer than he sounds…but how to find him?
She tightens her grip on Angela’s neck. No more playing around.
Angela: Low laughter rolls from Angela’s throat. The unease settles down Sugie’s spine. Throwing back her head, Angela opens wide her mouth… … *pause for effect* … … and laughs loud and long until the urge to slap Angela overwhelms her enemies.
Sugie: Sugie controls herself. Well, sort of. Instead of slapping Angela, she jams the barrel (that’s the part in front right?) of her gun between Angela’s teeth, effectively cutting off the maniacal laughter.
“Ben. Now.”
And because she’s getting annoyed with her delay tactics, she pulls out her paintball pistol and shoots Angela in the calf.
Angela: Angela falls to her knees, paint runs down the corner of her mouth and she raises her dark eyes to Jen. “You shall have him… because he tasks me and you shall him… all in good time.” Angela grins. “For now, he is safe. So long as you do as you’re told.”
