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TMNT/Gargoyles Season One Beginnings Episode Five: Thanksgiving Part One
By
Celgress
A junior high school on Long Island mid-afternoon 1977
"I hate math class. Mr. Isenberg is such a hard taskmaster" grumbled the well-dressed fourteen year boy who sported the unruly medium length blonde hair along with a short, stocky build.
"Melvin, we need math if we are going to work for NASA someday" reasoned his companion, another fourteen year boy. This boy was of African American heritage, was tall & somewhat skinny, had short brown hair and was even more smartly dressed than Melvin.
"Good point Conrad. Sometimes I wonder what I would do without you. You are my best friend in the whole wide world" said Melvin.
"Gee thanks Melvin, it really means a lot to me that you said that. I feel the exact same way about you my best bud" said Conrad, he and Melvin embracing in a quick hug of friendship.
"Very touching" said a voice from behind the two, followed by several claps of unseen hands. Melvin and Conrad whirled around. There stood a brown haired man in a dark blue pinstriped suite. Before either Conrad or Melvin could so much as utter a single syllable the stranger made an astonishing offer.
"How would you boys like to make a quick $500 that is $250 apiece" said the Strange Man waving ten, crisp, new $50 bills in front of the teens' faces.
"I don't know" said Conrad. "We are not really supposed to accept money from strangers."
"Yeah, what is your name anyway Mister?" asked Melvin.
"How rude, in my haste I neglected to introduce myself. I'm Ulysses Quintone."
"Now what exactly do you want from us in exchange for that much cash?" said Melvin.
"Simply put, I want you to burn down the school" replied Ulysses Quintone, his expression and voice both devoid of emotion.
"You want us to do what!" shouted the two boys in disbelief.
"Burn down the school" repeat Ulysses Quintone.
"We can't do that. If we get caught we'd be expelled. We'd likely never be admitted into another school in this state" said Conrad. "No way am I having anything to do with whatever scheme you are running Mister."
"Fine, if that is how you feel. I will not pressure you" said Ulysses Quintone, with a shrug. "Here each of you please take a $50 bill it is on the house, as they say." Ulysses Quintone handed Melvin and Conrad each a $50 bill.
As Conrad took the money the tips of his fingers quickly brushed up against the back of Ulysses Quintone's hand. For the briefest of instants Conrad flinched, almost recoiling at the mere touch of this stranger. There was something off about this man. A whisper of concealed menace buzzed in the back of Conrad's brain. It was a truly weird and frightening sensation. This stranger with the perfect suit, perfect hair and dazzling smile hide something sinister behind the façade of that Conrad was certain.
"Farewell boys, perhaps someday I'll have the pleasure of meeting you again" said Ulysses Quintone with smirk, before rapidly departing via a nearby stairwell.
"What a weirdo" said Melvin, looking at his newly acquired $50 bill while shaking his head in disbelief.
"Agreed, what a weirdo" repeated Conrad, his mind still troubled by the odd feeling the stranger's brief touch had caused in him.
"Let's get to class, we are already fifteen minutes late and the class is only forty minutes long!" said Melvin grabbing Conrad by the arm, pulling the other boy down the hall behind him.
Ten minutes later the entire school building was in chaos. The fire alarm blaring, people running to and fro, teachers screaming, the entire place was like a madhouse! Over two hours later Conrad & Melvin and their parents, along with two Suffolk County police officers, found themselves in front of the Principle and Vice Principle of the school. The Principle made in clear in no uncertain terms that the two boys had been seen by multiple witnesses both entering and exiting the gym before and after it had been set on fire. Conrad and Melvin protested their innocence, the Vice Principle countered their pleas with the fact that a phone call had been logged with the Suffolk County Police Department mere moments ago that stated the two boys had been paid $50 each by a mysterious man to start the blaze. The caller went on to provide the police with the serial numbers of the two bills in question, which sure enough matched those now in the possession of the two boys. The two former honor students Melvin and Conrad were subsequently arrested in front of their crying parents for arson and expelled from school for life.
On an adjacent rooftop Ulysses Quintone watched as the two teenagers with once so promising futures were handcuffed and loaded into a paddy wagon. "All pieces have their part in the game even the two of you, Rocksteady & Bebop." Ulysses Quintone whispered then vanished in a familiar pulse of fire and energy.
Outside an office building Manhattan the night of November 21st, 1994
"Master Armaggon wants this equipment, you will not stop us!" hissed the large, green & yellow, cobra mutant.
"We'll see about that, long, scaly and gruesome" said Seraphina, dodging a swipe of the Cobra Mutant's powerful tail.
"We don't have time to deal with these three losers right now, Scale Tail" buzzed the almost as large bee mutant, as he hovered besides the other mutant.
"Hey, no need for name calling!" yelled Lexington, obviously angry at the Bee Mutant's remark.
"Oh buzz off gargoyle scum, or I'll show you why Master Armaggon named me Killer Bee!" buzzed Killer Bee, aiming the massive sting that protruded from his abdomen at Lexington's head.
"If we are holding you up, then by all means drop the stolen merchandise and you are free to go" said Brooklyn, pointing at the two sacks heavy with stolen items that were slung over each mutant's shoulders.
"Not a chance gargoyle!" buzzed Killer Bee.
"I was kind of hopping you'd say that" said Brooklyn, smiling around his beak, "Lexington Seraphina Lets' take 'em down!"
In the resulting melee Lexington was paired with Killer Bee, while Brooklyn & Seraphina took on Scale Tail. The battle was going rather well for the gargoyles, until Scale Tail spite a large amount of venom at both Brooklyn & Seraphina. Brooklyn pushed Seraphina, who was closer to Scale Tail at the time and would have taken the brunt of the airborne assault, out the line of fire taking a dose of venom full in the face. Brooklyn was soon down on the ground, trashing around, clutching his eyes in agony. This caused Lexington to be distracted from his own fight with Killer Bee which the mutant used to full advantage, dive bombing and stabbing Lexington in the left shoulder with his massive stinger. Now both male gargoyles were on the ground screaming in pain. Lexington felt his left shoulder and chest rapidly becoming numb. Soon he could barely even lift his left arm. Seraphina, not knowing what else to do, attended to her fallen comrades. Her decision unfortunately allowed the two mutants an opportunity for escape, which they promptly exercised.
"Great just great, they got away with the equipment" grumbled Seraphina to herself then turning her attention back towards her fallen clan members. "I can't think about that right now. Brooklyn & Lex are hurt, bad. We need help." Spying Lexington's turtlecom, and having been told what it did several days before, Seraphina called the Turtles for help.
Michelangelo, Donatello & the newest member of their group Venus arrived about ten minutes later. Donatello gave each of the injured gargoyles a thorough medical examination, while Seraphina explained what had happened. The three turtles seemed especially interested in both the nature of Armaggon's two new henchmutants, and the type of equipment they had stolen. Finishing his examination of Lexington & Brooklyn Donatello said.
"They are certainly envenomated. Without knowing more about both their own unique physiologies and those of the attackers, I can only speculate how long the symptoms will remain. The best thing we can do for them is to get them home I suppose, rest at the very least should help."
"Please in English dude" said Michelangelo.
"I have no idea" replied Donatello ruefully.
"Perhaps I can be of service here" said Venus, stepping forward to examine the ill gargoyles. "Where science has failed perhaps magic can help."
"Don't be so ridiculous" scoffed Donatello. "Like I've been telling you since we met, there is no such thing as real magic."
"And as I have been telling you, I assure you magic is indeed very real" retorted Venus, her resolve totally unaffected by Donatello's skepticism.
"Alright, take your best shot Ms. Copperfield" said Donatello, shaking his head in disbelief.
Ignoring Donatello Venus slowly passed her hands over each of the wounded gargoyles several times. She then entered into a trance like state. Soon she was humming a few bars of some unknown mantra. This all ended as abruptly as it hand began. Venus' eyes snapped open she then directed her attention at Seraphina.
"They are very ill"
"We already knew that" said Donatello, just loud enough for the others to hear.
Venus didn't miss a beat. If she had heard Donatello's latest sarcastic remark, she gave no indication of it. "I have realigned their chi as much as I could. This should stabilize their conditions until we can return them to your home. Regrettably, there is little more I can do for them at this time. I would require a sample of the poisons administered to do anything more."
"Okay than lets' get these dudes…" began Michelangelo, only to elicited an 'ahem' from Seraphina. "I mean dudes and dudette, home."
The Turtles' Secret Lair the morning of November 22nd 1994
"Armaggon is up to something" reported Donatello upon his and the others return to the Lair.
"What else is new" said Raphael, from where he sat with Mona Lisa in the living room watching some TV. "Ol' Tooth Face is always up to something, which is usually no good."
"His two new henchmutants stole parts for a small centrifuge from a biomedical company downtown" continued Donatello, Leonardo and Splinter had now entered the living room.
"What do you suppose Armaggon wants with a centrifuge?" asked Leonardo.
"Easy he wants to make more mutagen. He needs the centrifuge, along with a supercomputer, to breakdown and analysis the substance so he can replicate it. Knowing the ingredients that make up mutagen, and how exactly they are assembled, is the first step in his plan" explained Donatello, folding his arms across his chest.
"Wonderful" spat out Mona Lisa. "All we need is Armaggon creating more poor mutants he can enslave while Clayton Kellerman is waging a ceaseless smear campaign against us, and all other 'freaks', on the airways day in day out."
"We cannot concern ourselves with Kellerman and his like right now my children" said Splinter stoically. "Our first priority should be to neutralize the ongoing treat possessed by Armaggon and his obsession with creating more mutant soldiers."
"You are right, as always Master Splinter" said Leonardo. "However that will be easier said than done. The first step is we have to find Armaggon. Something we have been unable to do since he was transformed by Shredder & Krang over four months ago."
"The sleaze ball certainly can hide, I'll give him that much" said Raphael.
"Speaking of our old enemies Shredder & Krang, has there been any further news on Shredder's trail?" Splinter asked Mona Lisa & Raphael.
"You want to tell them the wonderful news, or would you prefer I drop the bombshell?" said Raphael to Mona Lisa.
"It is all your, enjoy" Mona Lisa replied.
With a huff followed by a grime chuckle Raphael began. "Shredder's, correction make that, Date Masamune's defense attorney has moved for dismissal of the kidnaping case against his client. According to various news castes Date Masamune has already plead guilty to the illegal weapons testing charges while agreeing to pay a multimillion dollar fine and to make full restitution in return for time served and five years' probation. If the felony charges, the kidnapping case, are dropped, which most commentators expect they will be, Mr. Masamune aka the Shredder will be a free man by or even before Thanksgiving."
"What about the State's star witness, Krang & Shredder's former henchman that lawyer dude Ulysses something or other?" asked Michelangelo.
"Quintone, Ulysses Quintone" corrected Donatello.
"Yeah him" said Michelangelo. "The news guys said he was the dude who turned ol' Shredder Head in in the first place. Can't his testimony keep Tin Grin in the slammer where he belongs?"
"His testimony could likely do a lot of things, including proving Date Masamune and the Shredder are one in the same" said Raphael. "Funny thing is Mr. Quintone has vanished without a trace. Nobody has seen hide nor hair of him since the night we and the Gargoyles tore up Shredder's new toys over at the TCRI Building."
"Why am I not surprised" laughed Leonardo bitterly. "The guy who fingers Shredder in this court case vanishes just days before Shredder's little brother, on his way over from Tokyo to positively ID Chrome Dome, is killed in an ultra-rare act of Japanese terrorism carried out by as yet a still unknown group. Coincidence I think not."
"Long and short of it being looks like Shredder will be back on the streets just in time for Turkey Day, nice" said Donatello sulking.
"About this 'Thanksgiving'" began Venus. "I hear it is a big American holiday. What do you all usually do for it anyway?"
The other turtles, Splinter & Mona Lisa all looked at each other, finally after some time had passed Leonardo answered for the group. "Nothing much, human holidays have never really been that important to us."
"When I was younger my family use to go all out for Thanksgiving" reminisced Mona Lisa. "We had turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce the works" she sniffed, holding back a few tears. "Those were great times, I miss them."
"Hey dudes & dudettes why don't we have a Thanksgiving of our own?" said Michelangelo flaying his arms about in his usual animated fashion.
"There is nothing really stopping us from doing so" said Leonardo, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "as long as it is okay with everyone?" The entire company vocally announced their consent. "It is settled than, Thanksgiving watch out here we come!"
Armaggon's secret hideout afternoon
"Yet you can't say with certainty the two gargoyles are dead!" ragged Armaggon, Scale Tail and Killer Bee both cowering before his wrath. "All you know for sure is that they were incapacitated by your spray and your sting before you escaped! They could easily have recovered once you were gone!"
"But Master said 'return with the equipment immediately let nothing stop you'" buzzed Killer Bee. "We did exactly what we were told. Why are you so mad at us?"
"Mad, Mad, you think I'm mad at you!" growled Aramaggon. "I'm only slightly ticked off. If I was truly 'mad' with you well lets' just say you wouldn't still be moving under your own power right now. Next time you see either a gargoyle or a mutant turtle your top priority is said mutant turtle's or gargoyle's termination. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Master" hissed Scale Tail, bowing his head submissively.
"We understand Master" buzzed Killer Bee, bowing his own head in an act of contrition.
"New leave me you two. My next experiment requires my undivided attention" said Armaggon, waving the two mutants out of the laboratory area.
Once the two were gone Armaggon produced a small vial of mutagen from a cabinet. Slowly, carefully Armaggon poured a third of the amount into his newly constructed centrifuge. He then booted up his attached super computer and activated the centrifuge, beginning the process of breaking the mutagen back down into its' constituent components. Soon he thought the secrets of the ooze will no longer be exclusively Krang & Shredder's but mine as well. At the thought a toothy grin spread across his already hideous face.
St. Damien's Cathedral sunset
Soon after the Gargoyles had torn free off their stone shells Seraphina ran up and embraced Brooklyn. "Are you okay, can you see?" she asked nervously.
"I'm fine" Brooklyn replied simply, unsure of how to handle all the recent attention he was receiving from the young female.
"What about you Lex?" Seraphina asked, turning her head towards the green gargoyle but still holding Brooklyn in her embrace.
"I'm fine too" answered Lexington, experimentally stretching his body. "The venoms those two mutants pack certainly did a number on us. I guess we are just lucky our stone sleep healing factor was able to negate the damage."
"True, I'd hate to be blind for the rest of my life" said Brooklyn, finally having extricated himself from Seraphina's embrace.
"Or be paralysed for the rest of my life" added in Lexington, offering up a silent 'thank you' to the heavens.
"May I please have everyone's attention" rumbled Goliath, hoping down from his own perch. "Hudson will be in charge of patrol duty tonight. Myself and Elisa are need elsewhere."
Elisa and Goliath then exited the roof via the trap door that provided the most direct access to the Cathedral below. The pair left behind Hudson who was busy organizing the others into patrol groups. Elisa turned to Goliath poking him in the ribs with her elbow as they finished their decent into a spacious room, filled with many items draped in sheets. The room appeared to be a storage room, or attic, of some type.
"Hey big guy I think it may be time to have the 'birds and the bees' talk with Brooklyn & Seraphina" Elisa said with a grin.
"Huh?" said Goliath, not fully understanding what she meant.
"Surely you've noticed how close they are becoming. I don't know much about gargoyle pairings big guy, but I can tell young love when I see it. Those two are quickly becoming more that just friends."
"Really" rumbled Goliath. "I hadn't notice. I guess I will have to be more vigilant in the future. As their Clan Leader they deserve my guidance, in all things."
"Is something bothering you?" asked Elisa, noticing the distant look in Goliath's eyes.
"It is just, meeting your family" said Goliath with a deep sigh. "How can I look them in the eye after failing to protect you?"
"What do you mean 'after failing' to protect me?"
"Elisa if it were not for my failure as a protector you and your family would still be together" said Goliath, looking away.
"Please Goliath not this nonsense again" said Elisa, taking his hand. "We all make mistakes, even you. We are after all only, mortal. If not for you I know I wouldn't be here today. Armaggon would have either mutated or killed me, becoming a gargoyle at first was very difficult I will not lie. However now that I've gotten used to it, it isn't so bad. You know what the best part is?"
"No, please tell me what the best part is?" asked Goliath, again making eye contact with Elisa.
"Spending time with you of course you big dummy" laughed Elisa, her eyes suddenly filed with tears. "Goliath do gargoyles do you, believe in soul mates?"
Goliath hesitated for only a moment before answering softly "Yes we do, and yes I do."
Several moments passed in silence between the two, each staring into the others eyes lost in the moment, finally Elisa broke the silence. "I-I-I l-love you, I love you Goliath. In some ways I have since we first met." Elisa's tears were now falling freely. "I know this is very sudden. Maybe I made a mistake by telling you. I'm sorry if I did. I had a dream last night Goliath, no it was a nightmare. In it you married somebody else. I lost you forever. Oh Goliath I'm sorry if you do not feel the same way. I'm sorry if I'm pressuring you."
"Hush Elisa" said Goliath embracing Elisa, wrapping her in his wings. Elisa sobbed gently against his broad chest. Several more moments passed in silence between the two. "I do not deserve your loved Elisa. You are too good for me" Goliath whispered into Elisa's ear. "Dragon help us both, I do love you. I do love you Elisa. I felt the connection between us when we first met. I did not understand it at the time, though I now feel we are indeed soul mates that our love is special that it is meant to be."
Sometime later the pair of gargoyles found themselves waiting in Bishop Guillermo Maza's private chambers. The Bishop had felt it was best if the two remained secluded until he had prepared the rest of the family as best he or anyone could, for the truth. In the office beyond Guillermo Maza explained to Elisa's more immediate family what had befallen Elisa the night of her disappearance and why she had not gotten in contact with them from nearly two months. Guillermo Maza now opened the door gesturing for Elisa, followed a moment later by Goliath, to enter the office. The group collectively gasped upon seeing Elisa and Goliath. After the initial shock wore off Elisa's parents Peter & Diane and brother Derek & sister Beth bombarded Elisa with a hundred questions. For the first twenty minutes the group more or less ignored Goliath entirely.
"So, you let us believe you were dead and that Date Masamune murdered you. Yet here you are alive and well" said Derek Maza, an edge of anger evident in the young man's voice.
"Don't Derek" begged Beth Maza, tugging on her brother's shelve which Derek ignored. "This will only make matters worse, for all of us."
"How can things get any worse? God Elisa I wanted to murder Date Masamune because I thought he killed you. Yet you've been alive here the entire time, by your own admission, partying down with a bunch of mutant freaks! Hell you're even one of them now!" said Derek Maza, putting special emphasis on the last two phrases. Following Derek's rant Elisa started to once again cry.
"Oh Derek how could you be so cruel" said Elisa sobbing.
"I'm just getting warmed up" said Derek Maza, his eyes blazing with anger.
"That is enough!" roared Goliath, interjecting himself into the discussion for the first time. "Can't you see your sister is suffering enough, without you adding to her agony."
"She seems find to me ugly. I'm sure you'll keep her company" taunted Derek Maza. "Got yourself a little girlfriend out of this huh?" Goliath's eyes blazed white at the insult.
"Derek if you cannot control yourself, please leave!" yelled Peter Maza. "Wait for us outside."
"Your father is right my child, perhaps it would be best if you cool down for a while" agreed Guillermo Maza, placing his hand on Derek's shoulder. Derek quickly shrugged off the grip of his great uncle and stormed out of the room muttering something under his breath.
"I apologize for my son's behavior towards you" said Peter Maza, turning towards Goliath and offering his hand in friendship. Goliath took Peter's hand, human and gargoyle exchanging a quick shake.
"I do not care what he said about me. It is what he said about Elisa that I find truly objectionable" explained Goliath. "Elisa has suffered greatly these past two months. She wanted to let you know she was alive. However she feared if she did her current condition would only make things more difficult for you."
"We will never stop loving Elisa, no matter what" said Diane Maza. "She is our daughter. Mr. Goliath I do not know what family means to you, but it means everything to us. In spite of my son's anger we are all happy Elisa is alive, it is a true miracle, a Thanksgiving Miracle."
"Family means everything to my kind as well" said Goliath, smiling at Diane Maza. "And it is just Goliath. Tell me what is this Thanksgiving you speak of?"
"Thanksgiving is an annual festival near the end of the year where people give thanks for what they have and most importantly for each other" explained Diane Maza. "Doesn't your kind have anything similar?"
Goliath thought for a moment. "We celebrate the Winter Solstice, the ending of the old year and the beginning of the new."
"Kind of like Christmas" offered Beth Maza, cheerfully.
"Yes, kind of like Christmas" said Goliath, with another smile.
"It sounds most interesting. Please tell me more" said Goliath.
Several hours later after the group chat had died down Peter Maza asked Goliath to speak with him privately. Elisa reminded behind in the Bishop's office with her mother, sister & great uncle. The three were both catching up with each other and talking about old times. Once the two were outside the office, and alone, Peter Maza missed no time in getting his point across to the Clan Leader.
"Tell me Goliath, what are your intentions towards my daughter?"
"Excuse me sir?"
"Don't play dumb with me. I can see how you two look at each other. How you even at times finished each other's sentences. How my daughter is always as physically close to you as possible. How you defended her honor. Now I'm going to try this one more time. What are your intentions towards my daughter Goliath?"
"I will not deceive you Mr. Maza. We care for each other deeply."
"Please call me Peter, and it has gone beyond that am I right? You are in love with my daughter aren't you?"
"Yes, yes I am Mr, Maz-Peter" answered Goliath, his voice barely a whisper.
"Have you told her yet? Do you know if she feels the same way?" asked Peter, his deep gaze locked on the Clan Leader's eyes as if searching them for the answers.
"She, She told me that she loves me just before I told her."
"Now, you say she can never become human again. What if someday she finds a way. If she chooses to become human again, will you still love her or will you break her heart?" asked Peter Maza, levelling a cold, hard stare at Goliath.
"It would complicate matters, but I love your daughter for what is inside as much as what is outside. I feel a deep connection between our souls nothing can ever change that. I will never do anything that would hurt her. I would rather die first."
"Good man I believe you, welcome to the family" said Peter Maza with a smile, patting Goliath on the shoulder.
Earlier that evening in a limousine riding through Manhattan
"The time has come Dracon" gurgled Krang over the video uplink in the passenger compartment of the vehicle. "Tonight the Purple Dragons will initiate Operation Takeover. Has the first shipment of laser blasters been disseminated amongst the troops?"
"It has Master Krang" said Tony Dracon a handsome young man with medium length black hair & brown eyes, and a dazzling smile. "Soon we, your loyal forces, will control 100% of the organized criminal activity in this City. With your gracious gift of this advanced weaponry, the other gangs & families will not stand a chance against us. Those who dare oppose us will be utterly destroyed! Once the Purple Dragons control the criminal underworld of NYC we can move on from there. Boston, Philly, Chi Town, they will all belong to."
"Eventually" reminded Krang. "In the meantime my business partner, and your other master, Shredder will soon be released from police custody. Shredder would look on you most favorably if you were to provide him with a Thanksgiving present my boy."
"What type of present may I ask would be most appropriate Master Krang?" said Dracon.
"The capture or deaths of as many Turtles and Gargoyles your men can manage by Thanksgiving" cackled Krang.
"I'll see what I can do" said Dracon, thoughtfully.
"Very well, Krang out."
"Boss are you seriously thinkin' of taking on the Turtles and Gargoyles?" asked a large, heavyset man with glasses sitting next to Dracon. "You know what they've done to our guys in the past. Those freaks are nearly unstoppable."
"That was before Krang provided us with these sweet little equalizers" said Dracon, lovingly rubbing his hands over the laser rifle that sat beside him on the plush seat.
"Tony…" started the Heavyset Man.
"Save your words Glasses, my mind is made up. Contact all our members at once. Put the word out. It is open season on freaks" laughed Tony Dracon.
Several hours later Broadway, Lexington and Seraphina were battling a dozen Purple Dragon Ninja in a deserted street. Unlike the last time Seraphina had tangled with the Ninja they were not using staff weapons, rather most were firing laser blasters and throwing ninja stars at the three young gargoyles. It was only some quick thinking by Broadway, who used a nearby metal fire escape ladder to tie more than half the Purple Dragons up, that kept things from getting very messy very quickly for the three young gargoyles. After the remaining Ninja had been disarmed the three young gargoyles examined their weapons.
"Looks like some kind of laser gun" said Lexington examining one of the rifles. "These appear to be of the same sort of thing Shredder & Krang's minions & robots use."
"Wherever these came from one thing is certain" said Seraphina, crumbling two of the guns in her powerful hands. "They do not belong in the hands of criminals like these Purple Dragons."
"It is nearly dawn, we had best be heading home" said Lexington, pointing towards the lightening sky.
"You're right, lets' go" seconded Seraphina, she and Lexington taking off into for home.
Behind the two on the ground Broadway lingered for a few moments. His eyes spied one of the Purple Dragon's laser pistols. It reminded him of the police dramas he had become such of fan of since discovering television. It would be cool to have a sidearm of his own. Maybe Elisa could even show him how to properly use it. She had been a cop after all.
"Hey Broadway you coming or what?" shouted Seraphina, from where she and Lexington hovered about a hundred feet away.
"Sorry, I'm coming" said Broadway scooping up the laser pistol, and hiding it out of sight beneath his belt in waist brand of his loin cloth. He then joined the other two gargoyles. All three glided off into the rapidly ebbing night.
To Be Continued
