A/N: Hey, look. I'm not dead.
-36- Memory Lane
Shippo rolled his eyes at the scene before him and snorted. The warehouse district; that was where the meeting was scheduled to take place. It was ideal with all its nooks and crannies and yet ridiculously clichéd with its over-use. He half expected a masked man to pop out of 'no where' and start laughing manically about how they were free to search within the large buildings for his latest victim…but that they would find her to late.
Aya came over the Com, "Is anyone else reminiscing about the incident in the 70's?"
Shippo grinned. "Yeah…let's hope this ends similarly."