Darien wrested his arm back from Hobbes, rose up and laid a big sloppy wet
kiss on his partner's scalp. He waved a little toodle-loo as he dove into
the madding crowd. In the confusion of flailing arms and bodies, and
flashing lasers, he found a spot where he wasn't jammed up against writhing
figures, and went see-through. It's amazing how easy it is to go unnoticed
in a crowded room. He was already near the target back room door, and he
ducked around the warning sign. Someone was coming out and the security
clad door flew open, he seized the opportunity and invited himself to
whatever party was behind the door.
He found a long, darkened hall, illuminated by a few sconces. The blare of "It's Raining Men" began to fade as Darien progressed. He wanted to shed the Quicksilver, but he had the distinct feeling that even now he was being watched. He followed a maze of doors, hallways and rooms until the décor abruptly changed into Chrysalis Nouveau Fortress. Grey and stark.
And Stark!!!
Jarod Stark was sauntering down the hallway with a bevy of sycophantic assistants. He was dictating instructions and giving orders at a rapid pace. Darien had to flatten himself against the wall, hoping no one would reach out and touch him.
He had the answer. This was indeed a nest of Chrysalis operations. Nuf sed! Time to get the hell outta here!
As he turned to retrace his steps, he felt an all too familiar sting.
He unwillingly shed his Quicksilver and tried in vain to reach the tranquilizer dart that had hit him squarely in the back.
"Aw, crap." he muttered as he planted his face on the grey concrete floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Stark looking down at him.
"Fawkes! Nice of you to drop by. If only you'd called first! You two couldn't have been more conspicuous if you'd sent a postcard on ahead! Good grief! You are BOTH as dumb as you look."
Darkness began to envelope Darien.
He found a long, darkened hall, illuminated by a few sconces. The blare of "It's Raining Men" began to fade as Darien progressed. He wanted to shed the Quicksilver, but he had the distinct feeling that even now he was being watched. He followed a maze of doors, hallways and rooms until the décor abruptly changed into Chrysalis Nouveau Fortress. Grey and stark.
And Stark!!!
Jarod Stark was sauntering down the hallway with a bevy of sycophantic assistants. He was dictating instructions and giving orders at a rapid pace. Darien had to flatten himself against the wall, hoping no one would reach out and touch him.
He had the answer. This was indeed a nest of Chrysalis operations. Nuf sed! Time to get the hell outta here!
As he turned to retrace his steps, he felt an all too familiar sting.
He unwillingly shed his Quicksilver and tried in vain to reach the tranquilizer dart that had hit him squarely in the back.
"Aw, crap." he muttered as he planted his face on the grey concrete floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Stark looking down at him.
"Fawkes! Nice of you to drop by. If only you'd called first! You two couldn't have been more conspicuous if you'd sent a postcard on ahead! Good grief! You are BOTH as dumb as you look."
Darkness began to envelope Darien.