The warm sunlight burning his frost bitten fingers. He tried to stuff them in his pockets but to no avail. But soon his thoughts were distracted by what may have been the very oddest sight he had seen in a long while. Was that the theme from mission impossible?
"Down...down.. to the left a little bit... no! The other left! Have you been labeling your hands wrong again?"
"Ummm... maybe!"
From one of the windows their was a brunette girl operating what looked like a rappelling gear thing straight out of a spy movie, and it was attached to the back of a blond who was decked out in full spy gear, and was hovering over a bush with binoculars in her hands, peering into the bush. He fought the urge to laugh out loud.
" I can't see them!"
"Are you using the binoculars?"
"Yes! I don't think they're helping! They're making everything blurry!"
He walked over to the bush and saw two white ping-pong balls on the very top. He gently removed the binoculars and showed her the two balls.
"Are these what you were looking for?"
"Brilliant! Yes, thanks!" He handed her back the binoculars and she gave him a grin. She then turned and called back up to the brunette. " Beam me up scotty!"
"But I'm not scotty! "
"Sierra! Haven't you ever seen Star Trek?"
"Is that the one with the strange wrinkly guy and the glowy sticks that make cool noises?"
"NO! That's Star Wars!"
" Same difference Amanda! Same difference!" The brunette huffed, then pushed a big red button on the pulley that caused the blond to zoom back up, and jump into the window. She then leaned back out and called down.
"Thanks again!"
He waved back up, unable to get a small smile off his face. William had warned him about these two. Always up to something, and very unpredictable, and with a strange fondness for tasers. Maybe they could help them with the Cabal's latest machinations.
"Who was that?"
"John Druitt"
"AND YOU DIDN'T GET AN AUTOGRAPH? I am ashamed of you! You are shunned!"
"B-"
"SHUNNED!"
Amanda rolled her eyes and showed her the recovered ping-pong balls.
Sierra's entire demeanor changed as she grabbed one and squealed, " Let's go throw them at the pansy!"
She nodded and they dashed off, having already decided to still have fun and hopefully cheer everyone up in spite of the oncoming war, and the total non-death of a major character.
A/N I made a poster for WWDD? ( a very cool group, you need to go check out the forum right away! RIGHT NOW!) I think It's pretty cool, if i do say so myself. Which I do. Well, I'm sort of typing.. .so I do type so myself... unless I had a monkey typing for me.. but then it would be If my monkey which is typing for me right now types but only because he has to because I'm paying him bananas. But that just ruins the whole phrase.
Wow. Totally rabbit-trailing there.
Oh yeah! labeling hands! We'll write 'left' on our right hands and 'right' on our left hands just for fun. It actually looks kind of dumb and can be pretty confusing when you still might have trouble telling right from left, which we totally don't have.