Bugpocalypse 2 Eclectic Bugaloo
Taylor was booooored.
Seriously bored.
Danny could tell. She was starting to get that look in her eye that he had not seen since she was eight and the neighbor's plant digging, outside its own yard crapping, mangy, yappy, endbringer wannabe, toy schnauzer had been introduced to a precision guided, shovel launched, paint filled, rubber balloon.
She had spent a week 'walking the decks' of 'Remus Shakespeare' as she had taken to calling the cockroach who would have dwarfed every ship in the old Brockton Bay boat graveyard. Though not the containership that blocked the main channel. Yeah, every word that came out of the thing's mouth (or whatever the heck it used to enunciate) was a Shakespeare quote, but somehow it seemed able to select them to fit whatever situation it found itself encountering. Kinda like that one race in the 80's Star Trek series.
But once she had brought the demon bugs under her sway and led them to Buffy's team for disposal there really was not much for her to do.
The vacation had been nice.
For a while.
They had traveled around the Mid-West on RMS Shakespeare before returning to Cleveland, to the IWC's school/base there.
Taylor had taken to wandering in the woods along the lake shore near town.
Bumpbump.
"What the hell?
Bumpbump.
Shaking his head Danny walked through the kitchen to the back deck.
Bumpbump.
There, in the back yard were two of the red demonbugs. Where she had found them, Danny had no idea. The girls at the school had insisted on killing every one she brought in. It did not help that the things were the size of a good sized dog before adding in their powerful back legs.
BUMPBUMP.
He flinched as the two bugs jumped in unison and Taylor started clapping.
"I'm afraid to ask," he muttered.
"Gemini crickets, Dad!"
BUMPBUMP