Into the Black, Part IIIc: Team Alpha

[bring_a_sponge]

"Stick close," Zed mutters, as he leads the way down the hallway.

"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."

You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.

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[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter barely had time to watch the one guy go down before he noticed Y.

He did a quick glance toward Ray, and a grin.

He then started charging toward the oil, "Not today, buddy! Nobody's going down on my Watch!" Blasting it with the proton fire.

He then yelled to Ray, "Hey Jedi guy! Slash this mother for the TKO!"

He then yelled at the Oil again protons and PKE all over the place, "You want a Ghostbuster? You got one pal! Yaaaaw!"

[gone_byebye]

The proton blast tears into Y's black oil and the former Agent's form staggers, rocking back like one of the out-of-shape Philadelphians hitting the tackling rigs during Eagles tryouts in Invincible. Ray, whose shoulders were reflexively migrating up to somewhere around his ears, seizes the opportunity to-

WHZZplopWHRMMMplopWHZZplopTHUD.

Um.

That's going to be interesting videotape to review.

Hope the MiB health care plan includes partial-conversion 'borg coverage, because Y's now a member in the Severed Limbs of Star Wars club four times over.

[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Oh, goodie. The screaming stopped.

Suzi is out for the count. Too much hate/fear/adrenaline/battle lust/malevolence/panic/stress/alien nagers and her brain finally said Oh, bugger this and turned off.