"Dogbert,
you lie entirely too well," FlameSama chimed from the front seat
as he accelerated out of the hangar. "Iamthey, are you
comfy?"
Iamthey gave a weak nod. He was still crouched on the
floor in a fetal position.
Moments earlier in the hangar, he
realized that hiding would be useless. The plan was that Dogbert and
FlameSama would get past the police as he turned into dust and
reappeared inside of the car. The plan worked perfectly. When Dogbert
coughed from the dust in the air around him, he knew what was going
on and silently alerted FlameSama as the chief inspected the plane.
"As you know, Iamthey, FlameSama and I cannot help you for
this part of the trip. We have some business at HA to clear up. Your
job, as you know, is to kill Count Confusion."
The car came
to a stop. Iamthey stepped out with a pistol in his hands as Dogbert
and FlameSama drove away.