Written in response to a challenge in the Bloody Shorts LiveJournal
community to write a shortfic/songfic/drabble inspired by the song 99
Red Balloons. This is set near the end of Volume 5.
"Do you have them?" Rip Van Winkle turned to look at the refrigerated cooler in Captain Günsche's hands. She clapped her hands together in delight. "That's the last item. The men are in their coffins and ready to go."
"Do you have them?" Rip Van Winkle turned to look at the refrigerated cooler in Captain Günsche's hands. She clapped her hands together in delight. "That's the last item. The men are in their coffins and ready to go."
She watched the silent man place the cooler in the helicopter and walk away without acknowledging her any further. "He's no fun. Everyone else enjoys a picnic."
Rip was the last detail to add to the mix to be ready to leave. The lithe vampire scooped up her musket, parasol and alarm clock and hopped into the helicopter. She was so excited she couldn't stop singing her favorite song.
Are we there yet?
Restless, she rummaged in the cooler for a snack. One hundred bags awaited her men. One less wouldn't go missing.
