Highway 51- Chapter 2
Vega's Group- Frank's Post
9:05 pm
Frank the hunter was at the ready. He was an avid woodsman with a pretty high status in the huntsman hierarchy, though he'd been having bad luck for awhile. He was a little drunk, which probably didn't help, but had never hindered him in the past. He was poised on the edge of his tree stand, dart gun at the ready. All of a sudden, he saw his target. He sighed, then perked up. He switched from his dart gun to a high- powered deer rifle, and a shot rang out.
Vega's Post Vega and the rest of her company of hunters heard the shot. Vega immediately radioed Frank to see what it was all about. "What the hell-" She screamed into her walkie- talkie, thinking Frank had gone psychotic and decided to KILL Legolas instead of merely tranqulizing him."An EIGHT point buck! This is great!" Frank rejoiced on the other end. Vega sighed and disconnected. All of a sudden, she caught a whiff of..violets? Yes. "Anyone else smell that?" Several hunters wrinkled their noses. "That's right," Vega confirmed. "Violets. The scent of his shampoo. He's been here all right." She pulled a bag out of her jacket pocket and began scattering objects around a nearby tree stand. "What's that?" yelled its occupant from fifteen feet above. Vega tossed the empty bag to the binocular- wielding hunter. "Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies?" "Yup. They're guaranteed to work. Say, who're you again?" The hunter pulled up his facemask. He was quite young, and a dead ringer for Tobey Maguire. "I'm Paul Parker. That gal over there is my sister Mary. My other bro's not into hunting." The man gestured toward a camo- clad female huntress who was inspecting something on the ground, dart gun slung over her shoulder. Vega narrowed her eyes. Peter, Paul, and Mary.oh, well. She'd ponder that one later. She walked over to where Mary was kneeling. "Look, Vega," said the slender hunter, taking a swig from her can of Bud, apparently obtained from Frank. "A footprint. Size six, in women's shoes." Vega knelt next to Mary. "So it is. A footprint. Hmmm..size six. Sounds about right.looks like Femme Boy forgot to cover his tracks. We're hot on the trail." She called to the rest of the milling- about hunters. "We're close, men! Move out, and someone light a lantern. Make sure it can't be seen from more than ten feet. And you, in the tree stand, stop eating the bait!" Paul was munching the Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies with a passion.
9:30 pm- Athena's Group
"Mar-EEEEEEE-aaaaaaaaa.." Anakin crooned, rather nonmusically. Athena groaned. She'd let him have the wheel, and he had somehow produced a mountain of CDs. She's though it was bad when he had the "Footloose" soundtrack, but Blondie was worse. Much worse. She cringed, because- oh no- he had a Cher CD. "Do you beLEEEEVE..." Athena swore under her breath. She rummaged in her backpack full of gear that all the Project Highway 51 Stakeout members had been issued, and pulled out a wad of cotton from the First Aid kit. She shoved it into her ears. Ahh, silence. Amidala had lost the cell phone and was apparently trying to look senatorly and stately in the backseat. It wasn't working. Chibiusa was pretending to be asleep, but had secretly used her fangs to chew through her bonds and was planning to escape into the woods.
Jamie's Group
Mercury was having an awful time. Jamie had begun flirting with Kenobi fifteen minutes ago, and hadn't stopped. It was driving her crazy. "Obi- Wan," She began in a tiny, wavering voice. "I, uh, I think we should be looking? You know, for that guy? I did some calculations.." she faltered. Obi- Wan looked up. "Ah, sorry. What were your calculations?" "Well, uh, the average time he appears is from eleven to twelve-thirty." "Wow, that's a biiiiig help," muttered Jamie sarcastically. Obi- Wan grinned. "It's a start." "And I thought she was supposed to be a genius.." Jamie was definitely not impressed. Mercury felt a tear roll slowly down her cheek, and began to calculate things.
Delta's Group
Serena had stopped whining, finally. Now she was ogling Luke. "Would you STOP that?!" screamed Delta. Luke nodded emphatically. After the deer false alarm, he was more than ready to quit. Delta was awful nice, but that Sailor Moon...her voice made his head hurt. He wondered if Obi- Wan was faring this bad, because he couldn't contact or sense hardly anything with the Force, because of the shrill nasal whine...Meanwhile, Delta was searching the trees for..what? She hadn't a clue. The radio crackled, and Vega's voice came over. "Vega to Delta, do you copy?" Delta picked up the radio and answered. "Loud and clear. Any news?" "Well, we saw some fresh signs around where you're at, about a half an hour ago, and we finally got in touch with Mercury and she did some calculating, and he's heading due northwest. So we're following. Do you pick up anything on the radar?" Delta checked the tiny radar screen set into the dashboard of the hummer. "Nope. Nothin' but two cars, and Athena and Jamie. We haven't heard from Athena in awhile, you might wanna check up on her. Damn, it's dark out here." Vega chuckled. "Yeah, here too. We got a call from Athena about three minutes ago, and there was nothing except for someone singing 'Believe', it was really weird." "What signs did you see?" "Well, we had a pretty good scent, and a footprint." "Was it violets, and size six?" "You got it. Over and out, Delta." "Over and out."
Vega's Group- Frank's Post
9:05 pm
Frank the hunter was at the ready. He was an avid woodsman with a pretty high status in the huntsman hierarchy, though he'd been having bad luck for awhile. He was a little drunk, which probably didn't help, but had never hindered him in the past. He was poised on the edge of his tree stand, dart gun at the ready. All of a sudden, he saw his target. He sighed, then perked up. He switched from his dart gun to a high- powered deer rifle, and a shot rang out.
Vega's Post Vega and the rest of her company of hunters heard the shot. Vega immediately radioed Frank to see what it was all about. "What the hell-" She screamed into her walkie- talkie, thinking Frank had gone psychotic and decided to KILL Legolas instead of merely tranqulizing him."An EIGHT point buck! This is great!" Frank rejoiced on the other end. Vega sighed and disconnected. All of a sudden, she caught a whiff of..violets? Yes. "Anyone else smell that?" Several hunters wrinkled their noses. "That's right," Vega confirmed. "Violets. The scent of his shampoo. He's been here all right." She pulled a bag out of her jacket pocket and began scattering objects around a nearby tree stand. "What's that?" yelled its occupant from fifteen feet above. Vega tossed the empty bag to the binocular- wielding hunter. "Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies?" "Yup. They're guaranteed to work. Say, who're you again?" The hunter pulled up his facemask. He was quite young, and a dead ringer for Tobey Maguire. "I'm Paul Parker. That gal over there is my sister Mary. My other bro's not into hunting." The man gestured toward a camo- clad female huntress who was inspecting something on the ground, dart gun slung over her shoulder. Vega narrowed her eyes. Peter, Paul, and Mary.oh, well. She'd ponder that one later. She walked over to where Mary was kneeling. "Look, Vega," said the slender hunter, taking a swig from her can of Bud, apparently obtained from Frank. "A footprint. Size six, in women's shoes." Vega knelt next to Mary. "So it is. A footprint. Hmmm..size six. Sounds about right.looks like Femme Boy forgot to cover his tracks. We're hot on the trail." She called to the rest of the milling- about hunters. "We're close, men! Move out, and someone light a lantern. Make sure it can't be seen from more than ten feet. And you, in the tree stand, stop eating the bait!" Paul was munching the Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies with a passion.
9:30 pm- Athena's Group
"Mar-EEEEEEE-aaaaaaaaa.." Anakin crooned, rather nonmusically. Athena groaned. She'd let him have the wheel, and he had somehow produced a mountain of CDs. She's though it was bad when he had the "Footloose" soundtrack, but Blondie was worse. Much worse. She cringed, because- oh no- he had a Cher CD. "Do you beLEEEEVE..." Athena swore under her breath. She rummaged in her backpack full of gear that all the Project Highway 51 Stakeout members had been issued, and pulled out a wad of cotton from the First Aid kit. She shoved it into her ears. Ahh, silence. Amidala had lost the cell phone and was apparently trying to look senatorly and stately in the backseat. It wasn't working. Chibiusa was pretending to be asleep, but had secretly used her fangs to chew through her bonds and was planning to escape into the woods.
Jamie's Group
Mercury was having an awful time. Jamie had begun flirting with Kenobi fifteen minutes ago, and hadn't stopped. It was driving her crazy. "Obi- Wan," She began in a tiny, wavering voice. "I, uh, I think we should be looking? You know, for that guy? I did some calculations.." she faltered. Obi- Wan looked up. "Ah, sorry. What were your calculations?" "Well, uh, the average time he appears is from eleven to twelve-thirty." "Wow, that's a biiiiig help," muttered Jamie sarcastically. Obi- Wan grinned. "It's a start." "And I thought she was supposed to be a genius.." Jamie was definitely not impressed. Mercury felt a tear roll slowly down her cheek, and began to calculate things.
Delta's Group
Serena had stopped whining, finally. Now she was ogling Luke. "Would you STOP that?!" screamed Delta. Luke nodded emphatically. After the deer false alarm, he was more than ready to quit. Delta was awful nice, but that Sailor Moon...her voice made his head hurt. He wondered if Obi- Wan was faring this bad, because he couldn't contact or sense hardly anything with the Force, because of the shrill nasal whine...Meanwhile, Delta was searching the trees for..what? She hadn't a clue. The radio crackled, and Vega's voice came over. "Vega to Delta, do you copy?" Delta picked up the radio and answered. "Loud and clear. Any news?" "Well, we saw some fresh signs around where you're at, about a half an hour ago, and we finally got in touch with Mercury and she did some calculating, and he's heading due northwest. So we're following. Do you pick up anything on the radar?" Delta checked the tiny radar screen set into the dashboard of the hummer. "Nope. Nothin' but two cars, and Athena and Jamie. We haven't heard from Athena in awhile, you might wanna check up on her. Damn, it's dark out here." Vega chuckled. "Yeah, here too. We got a call from Athena about three minutes ago, and there was nothing except for someone singing 'Believe', it was really weird." "What signs did you see?" "Well, we had a pretty good scent, and a footprint." "Was it violets, and size six?" "You got it. Over and out, Delta." "Over and out."