IV: Thunderball

            Super (apparently not so) secret agent Gallows Carradine wrung out his black jacket upon a dry and dusty shore out in the middle of the Filgaian desert. He grumbled as Marivel (who was completely dry, oddly.) strutted about, trying to determine where the Hyades they were.

            "You know, big ass explosions seem to follow me like a shadow or something…" Gallows uttered.

            "That comes with being a super agent, 003." Marivel replied, not turning to look at him.

            "I heard that cool vehicles and chicks were supposed to come with it…" Gallows sighed, standing up and stuffing the wet jacket in the secret agent briefcase, leaving him in his white button up shirt.

            Marivel turned towards Gallows and stamped her foot, visibly pissed. "Aren't I a woman!"

            Gallows eyes her. She had the body of a very small, petite teenager. "…not exactly…"

            "Aport!" Gallows fell to the ground with an enormous frying pan resting upon his noggin. Marivel scanned the green wide river, looking for answers. "We should continue south. We'll come across Guild Galad that way."

            Gallows propped himself up, ignoring his bloody forehead. "Guild Galad, the sky scraper city?"

            Marivel blinked and grinned. "Yea, that's the place. Why, haven't you been there? I thought you were supposed to be classy."

            "I'm classy!" Gallows stood up, scratching his rear.

            Marivel sighed. "I see."

            "Is the rest of ARMS in Guild Galad too?" Gallows asked.

            "Yup. Though P.R.O.P.H.E.T's not too far away. The secret plans I saw on Tim's ship mentioned something about it…"

            "Would you know WHO they are?" Gallows asked, interested.

            "Not a clue." Marivel then began to walk. "Let's go!"

            Gallows growled. This wasn't very secret agenty. Who ever heard of a secret agent who had to actually walk somewhere?

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            "I'm hungry. I'm bored. I'm tired. I'm thirsty. I need to go to the bathroom. Are we there yet?" Gallows ended a long train of very annoying items.

            "APORT!" Marivel shouted and Gallows fell to the ground again, frying pan in face.

** *

            "And this one time, I was traveling by sandcraft and we were attacked by this Rhonney Frown guy, and man was he ugly, huh huh huh." Gallows was carrying on a rather boring story.

            "Aport." Marivel said, knocking the Baskar out cold once more.

** *

            "~You other brothers can't deny

            When a girl walks in

            With an ity bity waist

            And a round thing in your face

            You get-"

            "Aport."

** *

            "Seventeen thousand, nine hundred, and thirty-seven bottles of beer on the wall, seventeen thousand, nine hundred, and thirty-seven bottles of beer-"

            "Aport."

** *

            "Hey Marivel, do you know that Diahhrea is hereditary? Yea, cus it runs in your genes! Get it, genes-jeans!?"

            "Aport."

** *

            Night came and the two were camped by the river, letting a small fire burn into the night, roasting fine caviar and finger sandwiches filled with water cress and fine ham.

            "Hey when you're a secret agent, you gotta eat sophisticated." Gallows remarked.

            "Mmmhmmm, but it's missing something…" Marivel stated.

            "Piano music, lounge waiters, and loads of beautiful women?" Gallows replied.

            "No, something that we Crimson Nobles need…" Marivel gained an evil smile upon her face, one extended canine slipping between her lips.

            Gallows gulped. "Hey, I know all the women want to take a piece of me, but I don't respond well to blood sucking."

            "Oh c'mon! It'll be just a few CC's!" Marivel leaped over the fire.

            "A few?! I need that blood! It keeps me well nourished!" Gallows crawled back a bit.

            "It'll be painless. I'll just insert my fangs here near the brachiocephalic vein, right here." Marivel placed a pale finger near Gallows right clavicle.

            "When I signed up for this, no one said anything about this!" Gallows leaped to his feet. "I don't think 002 had to deal with this!"

            Marivel turned her head and sat back down in place. "That 002 sure was something."

            "Yea, I hear that a lot." Gallows groaned, sitting back down, though a ways away.

            "Because it's so true." Marivel blushed, thinking of Jet Enduro. "What a man…"

            "Okay…" Speaking of 002, cool and suave… "What were those plans you found about anyway?"

            "P.R.O.P.H.E.T wants to get there hands on some kind of machine there, but I didn't get to read what it was…" Marivel said.

            "You think it could have been some kind of hot dog cart or a vending machine?" Gallows asked.

            "Most likely, but it could be a doomsday devise." Marivel stated..

            Suddenly, flying over the ridge behind them, came a black helicopter. The two turned, watching the fire vanish as waves of sand came over them.

            "That's a P.R.O.P.H.E.T chopper!" Gallows shouted.

            "Correct Mista Carradine!" Came a voice from the chopper, a spot light turned on, focusing on the two agents. "My name is Dakota Sierra! Drop your weapons and you'll be killed with the utmost care!"

            "Not much of a choice…" Marivel sweat dropped.

            "How about YOU drop your weapons and we'll kill you with the utmost care?!" Gallows shouted back.

            "Because I have the chopper!" Dakota shouted back.

            "Because I have the chopper! Mwh mweh mweh!" Hallows mocked.

            "Hey! Stop that!" Dakota shouted. "It's not very nice!"

            "Hey! Stop that! It's not very nice!" Gallows stuck out his tongue.

            "DIE!" Suddenly a missile fired off, flying into the ridge and exploding, sending a fiery shockwave around the riverbank.

            "We gotta do something!" Marivel shouted.

            "How they keep finding us!?" Gallows spat.

            "Did C give you anything useful?!" Marivel asked.

            "Hmmm, that spot light... If only I could reflect it. C, you're a genius!" Clive then whipped out the leather briefcase and flung it with all of his might at the helicopter. The briefcase didn't even make it high enough and fell back to the sandy shore.

            "Great job 003." Marivel sighed.

            "Hahahaha! This will be easier than making cameos in storis that aren't even related to DriftWings!" Dakota laughed.

            "Oh yea! Eat this!" Marivel stuck two fingers in her mouth and blew as hard as she could. In a moment, the earth shattered as Quebley, the giant drill bot, appeared. The massive eye glanced around, trying to find something to kill. "Look up!" Marivel shouted.

            Quebly tried to look up, but his eye couldn't see the helicopter right above him. Shrugging it off, Quebly just decided to blow up anyway. The massive explosion sent the two agents flying into the river and the helicopter sprawling towards the moon.

            "I'll get you next time Gadget!" Dakota shouted before the helicopter vanished.

            Gallows bobbed his head in the river, glancing around. "P.R.O.P.H.E.T seems to be after us…"

            "No duh…" Marivel spat a stream of water.

            "How much longer to Guild Galad?" Gallows asked.

            "About a day…" Marivel sighed.

            "Damn. Another day without lovin. I wish I could have been like Boomerang… Aww yea…" Gallows grinned.

            Marivel sighed. "Aport."

            Gallows fell limp and floated to the surface as Marivel posed while the desert exploded in the background to some very snazzy music. Good work team!