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The idea of this little fic came me when I read the latest strip of the online comic Fauxpas. I say "Thank you!" to Storyseeker for correcting this fic.

Brooklyn: Missing In Action

20.01.96; 23:46; Castle Wyvern, Main Hall:

Angela and Broadway, sitting in the great hall, looked up at the doors as they opened, but seeing Goliath and Lexington entering made them loose their hope as fast as it had risen.

"Nothing?" Angela asked, full of worry.

Her father shook his head.

"No trace," Lexington explained depressed.

Behind them, Hudson entered with Bronx following, and the hardened face of the old warrior told them everything.

"Bronx found no trail," he said. "It seems like he simply vanished."

"If the Quarrymen got him…" Angela began.

"Then he would be dead," Lexington completed, angry at the whole situation. "And Castaway would ring up the news on every channel."

The clan knew that this was all too true, hoping for a more harmless explanation of their second's absence.

21.01.96; 00:11; Somewhere:

The cotton filling his head seemed to quickly vanish, like a bucket of popcorn when Broadway watched a movie.

Slowly, Brooklyn remembered who he was…. Then there was another question.

Carefully he stood up, for one time believing to hear the sound of a helicopter in the distance, feeling the earth under him in the process.

Central park? the surprised gargoyle asked himself, and rubbed his somehow aching neck.

When he opened his eyes, he realized it wasn't at Central park or any other park in New York, since the earth seemed too clean.

A bit uneasy he stood up, getting a good look of where he was.

Well, it wasn't New York… Not unless it had replaced its skyscrapers with snowy trees instead, and lacked of any human or anything remembering on, civilization.

Speaking of civilization, Brooklyn suddenly realized that his loincloth was missing, and he stood there very naked.

Capping his wings, the gargoyle shuddered.

Perverts, he thought.

Some Kilometers Away:

The helicopter had landed in a clearing, two men and one woman sitting in it looking on a monitor.

"He is moving," one of the men, clothed in thick clothes because of the cold and otherwise looking like a college student, noticed. "The sensor works."

"Great!" the woman, likewise clothed and likewise looking like a student, said eagerly. "He shouldn't notice the implantation."

"Lets hope he lives in." the third man, and clothed identical to the rest of the three said.

"Oh he will." the woman replied, staring on the blinking, moving point on the monitor. "Gargoyles are very adaptable, this makes them easily domesticated… I'm positive that this will be reversed once they're far away from civilization."

"Okay," the older man said, turning to the helicopter control. "We'll leave now."

"We can return in one week," the younger man said pleased. "If everything works fine, we can wild out more specimens."

The woman's eyes practically shone with eagerness, and as the helicopter rose, the Greenpeace sign shone clearly in the moonlight.

The End….