Insane in the membrane... Insane in the brain!
Intruder
Everything was normal aboard the Condor that Friday afternoon.
Everyone was doing their assigned chore—even Finn. But that was only because Piper had threatened to do horrible things to him with a cheese grater.
Aerrow and Radarr were cleaning the vents; Junko was fixing a damaged support beam; Piper was re-organizing the maps; Stork was cleaning his office—er, the helm; and Finn was cleaning out the bridge door track.
Yes, all was well on the Condor, until...
"Dark Ace, three o'clock!" Stork yelled. "And he's alone!"
"That's odd," Aerrow said, running up to the helm.
"And he's heading straight for us!" Stork gasped. "And now he's landing on the deck! And now he's moving into the hangar! And now... I have no idea what he's doing."
The Storm Hawks were not sure what to do.
There was nothing they really could do but wait. Dark Ace knew the Condor as well as they did—if not better.
Finn's eyes widened as saw Dark Ace running toward him. "Uh, guys!"
"I need to use the bathroom!" the Talon commander yelled as he ran past Finn and down the corridor.
They were all, except Stork, standing at the bridge door when Dark Ace came walking back down the corridor from the bathroom.
"Thanks," he said, walking back towards the hangar.
They all looked at each other.
"And now he's leaving," Stork said flatly.
Finn raised an eyebrow. "Well, wasn't expecting that."
And they all returned to their chores.
fin
Potty, potty, potty... I have a potty-emergency!
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