For the last time (not really), I do not own Big O or any of its characters. I am making no $$$ off this whatsoever. It is futile to sue me. So there.
Dorothy stood behind Angel, fingering a long hunting knife that the blonde woman had passed back to her. She touched the tip of the blade to her palm, then placed it on top of the ever-growing pile of weapons and maniacal devices. "Hold this, would you?" Angel handed her a semi-automatic. "For someone who refused to carry a gun, Roger had quite the arsenal." She briefly emerged with a bizzare-looking gun that had a pair of pincers instead of a barrel. "Did he even have a license for that thing?" Dorothy held the device for a moment, then placed it onto their pile of equipment.
"Is all of this really neccessary?"
Angel emerged once more with two bullet-belts thrown over her shoulder. "Do you want to do this the right way or not?"
Dorothy pursed her lips but said nothing.
"Right. And one more thing-go change. That dress will get in the way at every turn." Angel placed the twin ammo belts on the pile and dove back in. "I didn't even know they made these things anymore..."
Some two hours later, the two women were making their way down into the catacombs beneath the tracks Big O had used. Angel had a variety of devices thrown over her back and strapped to her belt. Dorothy, in a dark blue jumpsuit that Norman had dug up from somewhere, followed. She was decked out with the ammo belts and was weilding the 4-foot machine gun Norman was so fond of. More implements of destruction were crammed into a backpack.
"Where did you say the hatch was?" Angel was searching for the entrance to the lower levels that Roger and later, Dorothy, had used to find Swartzald so many weeks ago.
"Over here." Dorothy reached down with one hand and heaved a huge stone block aside. Beneath it, the hatch had been sloppily bolted shut.
Angel stood beside Dorothy and chuckled. "Looks like Swartzy wants his privacy. Hand me that blowtorch, would you?" When Dorothy had retrieved the tool from her pack, Angel set to work on the few bolts that were holding the panel down.
"I think I should warn you...there is a place further down that Roger collapsed at. I am not sure if it will affect you in any way, but I assumed you would want to know in any case."
"What do you mean? Why'd he collapse?"
Dorothy seated herself on the large stone she had recently flung aside. "From what little I know of human emotions, fear. When I found him, he was unconcious. He awoke, and called me 'Mama.' I did not know what to make of this until you revealed who his mother was."
Angel pryed one of the bolts loose. "That would make sense, seeing as how you are her exact copy." She examined the iron plate. "Think you could move this aside?"
Dorothy responded by gripping the metal with one hand and tearing it free, then dropping it next to her. Angel smirked, shook her head, and started down the ladder. Dorothy followed. Neither of them saw the shape that moved out from a shadowy corner, a figure clad in a red cloak...
"Shh! Did you hear that?" A footstep ehcoed through the tunnel.
"Of course I did. My hearing is 8.27 times more accurate than the average human."
"Oh. Well, get behind that rock over there. If it's him, we'll take him by surprise." The android nodded, and backed behind a concrete pillar, hugging the wall. Angel did likewise on the opposite side, pulling out a handgun from her waist arsenal. Dorothy tightened her grip on the machine gun.
What came down the passage was not Swartzvald at all. An extremely large and ugly rat scampered up, looked at Angel with beady eyes, squeaked, and fled into a hole in the wall. Angel let out her breath, and moved back into the open. A mistake.
Swartzvald struck her from behind, bringing down his fist on the back of her neck. Angel cried out and fell to the ground. He brought his foot down between her shoulder blades, and ground the heel in deep. "Some people just don't know when to turn back, do they, my dear?" Dorothy emerged from the shadows, leveled her weapon the man's chest, and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Swartzvald burst into insane laughter, and placed his foot on Angel's head. "I'll take care of you, and then your little android friend as well!" Dorothy threw her gun aside and ran straight at him, tackling Swartzvald in his gut. When Angel sat up, Dorothy had him against the wall with one hand clutching his throat. He was pounding against her arm, to no effect.
"This is for Roger!" Angel heard passion and hatred in the mechanical voice, something that androids were, again, not supposed to be capable of. She got to her feet and moved up behind Dorothy. Her mouth opened to speak when two gunshots thundered throught the tunnel, and a bullet bounced off a stone at Dorothy's feet. Both of them turned to the source of the fire.
Red Destiny, hood down, a pistol in her hand, stood in the middle of the passage.
Dorothy stood behind Angel, fingering a long hunting knife that the blonde woman had passed back to her. She touched the tip of the blade to her palm, then placed it on top of the ever-growing pile of weapons and maniacal devices. "Hold this, would you?" Angel handed her a semi-automatic. "For someone who refused to carry a gun, Roger had quite the arsenal." She briefly emerged with a bizzare-looking gun that had a pair of pincers instead of a barrel. "Did he even have a license for that thing?" Dorothy held the device for a moment, then placed it onto their pile of equipment.
"Is all of this really neccessary?"
Angel emerged once more with two bullet-belts thrown over her shoulder. "Do you want to do this the right way or not?"
Dorothy pursed her lips but said nothing.
"Right. And one more thing-go change. That dress will get in the way at every turn." Angel placed the twin ammo belts on the pile and dove back in. "I didn't even know they made these things anymore..."
Some two hours later, the two women were making their way down into the catacombs beneath the tracks Big O had used. Angel had a variety of devices thrown over her back and strapped to her belt. Dorothy, in a dark blue jumpsuit that Norman had dug up from somewhere, followed. She was decked out with the ammo belts and was weilding the 4-foot machine gun Norman was so fond of. More implements of destruction were crammed into a backpack.
"Where did you say the hatch was?" Angel was searching for the entrance to the lower levels that Roger and later, Dorothy, had used to find Swartzald so many weeks ago.
"Over here." Dorothy reached down with one hand and heaved a huge stone block aside. Beneath it, the hatch had been sloppily bolted shut.
Angel stood beside Dorothy and chuckled. "Looks like Swartzy wants his privacy. Hand me that blowtorch, would you?" When Dorothy had retrieved the tool from her pack, Angel set to work on the few bolts that were holding the panel down.
"I think I should warn you...there is a place further down that Roger collapsed at. I am not sure if it will affect you in any way, but I assumed you would want to know in any case."
"What do you mean? Why'd he collapse?"
Dorothy seated herself on the large stone she had recently flung aside. "From what little I know of human emotions, fear. When I found him, he was unconcious. He awoke, and called me 'Mama.' I did not know what to make of this until you revealed who his mother was."
Angel pryed one of the bolts loose. "That would make sense, seeing as how you are her exact copy." She examined the iron plate. "Think you could move this aside?"
Dorothy responded by gripping the metal with one hand and tearing it free, then dropping it next to her. Angel smirked, shook her head, and started down the ladder. Dorothy followed. Neither of them saw the shape that moved out from a shadowy corner, a figure clad in a red cloak...
"Shh! Did you hear that?" A footstep ehcoed through the tunnel.
"Of course I did. My hearing is 8.27 times more accurate than the average human."
"Oh. Well, get behind that rock over there. If it's him, we'll take him by surprise." The android nodded, and backed behind a concrete pillar, hugging the wall. Angel did likewise on the opposite side, pulling out a handgun from her waist arsenal. Dorothy tightened her grip on the machine gun.
What came down the passage was not Swartzvald at all. An extremely large and ugly rat scampered up, looked at Angel with beady eyes, squeaked, and fled into a hole in the wall. Angel let out her breath, and moved back into the open. A mistake.
Swartzvald struck her from behind, bringing down his fist on the back of her neck. Angel cried out and fell to the ground. He brought his foot down between her shoulder blades, and ground the heel in deep. "Some people just don't know when to turn back, do they, my dear?" Dorothy emerged from the shadows, leveled her weapon the man's chest, and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
Swartzvald burst into insane laughter, and placed his foot on Angel's head. "I'll take care of you, and then your little android friend as well!" Dorothy threw her gun aside and ran straight at him, tackling Swartzvald in his gut. When Angel sat up, Dorothy had him against the wall with one hand clutching his throat. He was pounding against her arm, to no effect.
"This is for Roger!" Angel heard passion and hatred in the mechanical voice, something that androids were, again, not supposed to be capable of. She got to her feet and moved up behind Dorothy. Her mouth opened to speak when two gunshots thundered throught the tunnel, and a bullet bounced off a stone at Dorothy's feet. Both of them turned to the source of the fire.
Red Destiny, hood down, a pistol in her hand, stood in the middle of the passage.