Hi everyone, hope you're all doing well! Sorry it's taken so long. I've taken my time with this chapter. Lots of Blight-inspired animosity going on here. Wanted to get it right. Family illness has also hampered my efforts to finish, so many of my usual writing weekends have been replaced by hospital visits with my pop.
The kid's are four years older, too people! Certain characters have gained a little attitude since Linka's demise (namely Gi), and others continuing to push the boundary's of eco-villain irritation even further than before (namely Wheeler). Be prepared.
Thanks for reading and reviewing, guys.
Oh, yeah... this site ruler is still not working on BOTH of my computers, so XXX will denote line break.
I don't own Captain Planet and the Planeteers.
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Alternate Destination
Chapter Twenty
The darkness was unsettling, to say the least. It invaded his senses, no doubt grating upon the nerves of even the hardiest individual left stranded and uprooted by the earthquake. After twelve hours of night, he almost expected to see the sun rising over their surroundings soon, shedding light upon the eerie landscape. Alas, it was not to be, although his own eyes had by now adjusted to the unusual conditions. Large shapes loomed in front of him, blurry shades of unfocused gray clouding the street. He whirled around, nostrils flaring as a noise to the left caught his attention. The man froze, wary and on edge as a result of his last encounter. Shuffling noises permeated the stillness, before a small shape streaked across their path, hissing petulantly at the trio as it passed.
Damn cat, he thought, chiding himself for experiencing such a fearful reaction. He cleared his throat, casting a nervous look ahead towards Gi, who was stridently moving ahead of them. He could just imagine the determined look on her face, intermingled with tired impatience. The man cleared his throat again, before the impact of three massive thumps between his shoulder blades sent him reeling forwards. Kwame regained his footing and glanced back at Cap's slumped form, who in turn gave him the thumbs up sign in response.
Kwame finally let out a series of dry, rasping coughs in an effort to clear his irritated lungs. Whatever had bore down upon he and Gi earlier had left a lasting effect on their health. The African man felt as if a layer of dust had settled within his air passages, inhibiting his ability to breathe normally. Gi was obviously suffering similar symptoms: even though she was several yards ahead of them, her wheezy exhalations were audible even from this distance.
Cap stumbled along beside him, appearing a little too weary for Kwame's comfort. Kwame observed him quietly, wondering if Cap's current condition would impact upon the outcome of tonight. He sighed, suddenly missing the trademark quips and boisterous nature that until tonight, usually complimented Cap's unique persona.
"HURRY UP, GUYS!" Gi's voice floated impatiently above the slight breeze, "We need to get back and warn..."
Thankfully, her voice trailed off, although her mouth continued moving in what Kwame knew was a tirade of negative comments.
"...I don't remember her being this bossy," Cap muttered, earning a snicker of agreement from Kwame.
"No, my friend. She seems to have a split personality, these days," he explained, aware that Gi was still ranting about something from her position in front. "She is still in mother mode, I guess."
Cap chuckled, holding his rib area as the gesture obviously pained him. "Mother mode? Tell me she's not..."
Kwame nodded, surprised that Cap didn't already know. "Wow..." he remarked, before falling into a thoughtful silence. "I've really been out of it," he said, scratching his head in bewilderment.
Kwame stopped for the second time, momentarily forgetting to call Gi back as she rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. "Wait... you do not know anything of the last four years?"
Cap shook his head. "Well, no... Gaia took me out of commission, literally. Hibernation, I guess you could call it."
"Is this supposed to happen," Kwame asked, motioning towards Cap's slumped figure. "I mean, will you end up regaining your strength?"
Cap stared up at the dark sky, a frown passing over his features. "I'll recharge with a little sunlight... although my body clock seems to be a little out of whack... I feel kinda' turned around. I actually woke up a few days ago... are we out of alignment? I feel that our position is wrong."
Kwame snorted, throwing his hands up in the air. "That and everything else," Kwame muttered, filling Cap in on the strange events of the last few days (although he neglected to mention Linka's presence: this was something Cap clearly needed to see ). The blue man listened silently. "Great... there goes the recharge idea," he said, clearly unsettled by the loss of sunlight. The blue man suddenly stiffened, raised his hands in the air and attempted to float off the ground. He succeeded in hovering above the concrete for a few moments, but fell back to the ground almost immediately. Disheartened, Cap seemed to give up the idea of flying. Instead, he grabbed Kwame by the sleeve and pulled him onward.
"C'mon... who else is here? Wheeler and Ma-Ti?"
Kwame nodded, amused at the delighted expression that showed on Cap's face. For a moment, Kwame could almost see a yellow glow radiating from the panel on the front of his chest. Cap suddenly straightened his stance and it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
Cap suddenly sobered. "How did you beam me? Did Gaia send a replacement for Linka?" he asked, glancing down at the ground as distant memories began to spark within his long-dormant mind, bringing him back to the events from the past. It seemed like a distant memory, now. The panel on Cap's chest glowed red for a moment as he thought of Linka. The Planeteers would never fully realize how her death had impacted upon him. Cap had blamed himself... he had always been a protective force in their lives, and the superhero had returned to the bowels of the earth for the final time, with the bitter belief that he had failed Linka, somehow. That he'd failed all of them.
Kwame's mouth opened in surprise as he contemplated how little the blue man seemed to know. Cap shrugged, mistaking Kwame's response for something else entirely.
"Aah..." Kwame spluttered, unsure of what to say, "...you could say we've been given a replacement... temporarily, anyway," he mused, stroking his chin before finally sensing Gi's conspicuous absence. "Where is... GI!"
"Hurry... up!" a shrill voice hollered, her disembodied shout punctuating the stillness like an air-raid siren. "I can see..."
The pair quickened their step in order to catch up to the grouchy Planeteer. Kwame's long strides were matched by Cap as he alternated between walking and cautious floating above the debris strewn across their path. The distant sound of voices lingered in the air as the trio returned to the camp, a dull glow beckoning them towards their destination.
By chance, if Kwame had glanced to his left as he dismounted the curb and exited the narrow alley, a grubby pink business suit would have immediately captured his attention, setting off alarm bells from somewhere within the deep recesses of his mind.
He didn't. Kwame passed within a few meters of her, his mind on more pressing matters. For the moment, both individuals would remain blissfully ignorant of the other's presence.
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"What if they're not here?" the scientist whined, her frustration ebbing to dangerous levels. She stamped her foot impatiently, brushing her blond hair back and exposing the hideous scar that, even with the limited light, never ceased to both repulse and fascinate Looten Plunder in equal measures.
He ignored her, concentrating on the mass of people around him. Plunder thought that the current "safety in numbers" strategy had been a particularly stupid one for those who had escaped the devestation.
"...may as well have a bulls-eye stuck to their asses..." he muttered, uncomfortably aware that Zarm could blow them all to kingdom-come without a second thought, especially since they were all gathered in the same place. "Morons..."
"Lootee?" Blight was unnerved, more so at the weird change of direction regarding the Planeteers than the freakish occurrences. A week ago, she had been joyously planning her triumphant return to mayhem and mischief. Now, the eco-villains were about to swallow their pride and join forces with the 'pesk-a-teers', of all people. In truth, the thought made her violently ill... and a little frightened.
Urgh...
"They're not gonna' believe us," she moaned. Blight suddenly broke away from Plunder and pushed her way through the crowd, too distracted to realize that her stiletto had pierced the skin of a child's toe. The toddler's screams echoed loudly through the night but Blight was too preoccupied with her own state of mind to notice. She disappeared into the sea of faces, mumbling something which sounded something like "Argh... I need a bourbon and Coke."
Plunder let her go, knowing that he had more chance of finding the kids without her 'assistance'. Very few of his colleagues were aware that Bab's Blight had suffered from schizophrenia since her teens, and that for the last ten years or so, she had refused medication. Blight had periods of 'normality', sometimes lasting months at a time. On the flip side, Blight could be dangerous, destructive and without conscience during one of her 'bad spells,' which is probably the reason why Plunder and the others had relied on her so much in the days of 'Captain Pathetic'. She had a fearsome reputation within her field, both for her intelligence and lack of moral grounding. He also knew that the latest chain of event may be enough to push her over the edge.
He turned and sniffed the air, the acrid smoke fumes filling his nasal passages and causing him to cough. Cursing, Plunder thumped his chest several times and barged through a large crowd of teenagers who were huddled around a canister. Angry looks were aimed at his retreating back (not to mention a few choice comments) but Plunder ignored them with a dismissive wave.
His dark eyes scanned the surroundings. "Can't see a damn thing," he muttered to himself as another tremor hit the ground. Plunder stumbled, grabbing a lamppost for support as screams soon filled the air.
A dark shadow suddenly burst out of nowhere and seemed to hover above him. Plunder stared at it with a terrified fascination. Without warning it swooped, blacker than the night sky and Plunder ducked to the ground with a surprised yelp. The shadow seemed to draw the oxygen out of the air and it beat down on the frightened eco-villain again and again, blanketing him in a cloud of thick fumes. Plunder choked and frantically tried to crawl away. Words and images assaulted his senses, compounded only by the creature's fury...
"Pathetic... good-for-nothing human... you can die with the rest of them."
Plunder threw himself away from the shadow's grip with his last ounce of strength, a horrid realization forming within his mind before the creature suddenly reeled, bellowed in anger and shot away into the night.
Oh God... Zarm... what the hell has he done..
A blue face and green hair came into focus through the retreating mist, shrouded within a hood as Plunder was dragged to his feet, coughing and spluttering all the while.
"Friend of yours?" Captain Planet asked, although his harsh stare was not amused in the least. Another pair of faces came into focus... arms crossed and sour looks on their faces. They were older now, but still instantly recognizable.
Plunder coughed again nervously as the trio regarded him, fury radiating from their faces.
He shuffled, distinctly uncomfortable... and unprotected. "Never thought I'd ever be glad to see you guys..." he said, but his words trailed off as he slumped back to the ground, too tired to continue.
The girl snorted with derision. "You wont be particularly glad by the time we're through with you, Plunder," Gi seethed, before turning her back and walking away, silently stewing at the presence of their old enemy. Kwame ran to catch up, leaving the nervous eco-villain alone for a moment with Captain Planet.
Plunder groaned as once again, Cap grabbed him under the arm and hauled him to his feet, dragging him towards the epicenter of the camp, Gi and Kwame following behind, somewhat reluctantly.
"C'mon, Plunder... you have some explaining to do."
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"Interfering, meddling brats... why didn't she stay dead?" Blights incessant grumbling continued for the next half an hour, regardless of the stares she was receiving. She snickered, reveling in the possibility that perhaps they were killed during the quake. She reflected on the thought and had a brief moment of clarity, before her conflicting thoughts formed an internal dialog within her fractured mind.
Blight, you idiot... you need them all to get out of this mess.
Who cares? We all gotta go sometime... may as well see 'em go out with a bang!
Are you nuts? Do you remember how much money went into this body? I'm still paying off the plastic surgeon! I wanna' live!
And you expect the Planet-Punks to help you?
We're all about to freeze to death within the next 48 hours... they have no choice!
You're joking, right? They'll never believe you're here to help. They'll stab you in the back the first chance they get. Especially the blond. They all have reason to hate you.
Stop it.
She's their center. You've done it once. Set the wheels in motion... you can take her out again. She took away the only thing that matters to you... the only thing that cared about you.
Blight stopped and placed her hands over her ears, shaking her head vigorously. She moaned, emitting a high-pitched keening sound. "Stop it! I'm not listening anymore."
Kill her.
The voice instantly retreated, leaving Blight standing huddled and alone beside what was once a paper shop. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the cold. A familiar voice echoed from somewhere within the back of her brain but she ignored it. Nonetheless, it persisted, until she realized that it was actually someone calling her name.
Dr Blight turned and craned her neck upwards, searching for the origin of the voice. She soon found it... Plunder was across the street, waving like a lunatic alongside a trio of less than impressed faces. She recognized dolphin-girl immediately, who stared sullenly towards Dr Blight with distinct mistrust. Barbara stared back at her defiantly, before stuffing her hands deep within her suit pockets and approached them.
Urgh... and so it begins.
"What?" The scientist addressed Gi's stony face with a mocking smile. "Is there a problem, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, there's a problem, you pathetic excuse for a..." Gi snarled, although Blight raised her hand and held her palm about an inch from the Planeteer's face in a dismissive gesture before turning away, causing Gi to turn three shades of red within a split second.
"So, people... " she began with a smirk, "What's going down?"
"The left-hand side of your face, by the look of it," Gi hissed with a look of abject hate permeating her own facial features. Dr Blight's grin slipped for a moment, replaced by a sneer as Gi flounced off to find the others, leaving Kwame and Cap to glean as much information about Zarm's prior movements from their old enemies as possible.
Judging by their previous level of cooperation (and their known penchant for anarchy), Cap steeled himself for a long night.
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Gi's skin was positively crawling with distaste as she crossed the street, aiming to put as much distance between herself and them.
Let Captain Planet handle it, she told herself. He's more than capable...
She frowned, uncharacteristically flustered as another thought flashed through her mind, casting a shadow of doubt which frightened her more than she would ever admit to the others. For the first time in her life, she found herself wondering if Captain Planet was capable of handling the situation at hand. Capable of saving them.
He wasn't there for Linka... will he be there for Max and Lin? Are they even alive? Do I have anything to go home too?
Gi stopped dead in the center of the street before throwing her head back and silently willing the tears not to fall. She exhaled, but a shaky sob escaped her lips and a lone tear fell. She wiped it impatiently with the back of her hand and collected herself for a few moments.
She propped her hands on her hips and cautiously sniffed the air. Two men in navy overalls approached her, carrying huge blocks of timber taken from the ruins. Gi moved aside and they passed without incident, the second man going so far as to smile at her. She nodded in response, holding her thin coat around her in a desperate attempt to stay warm.
The temperature was continually dropping. As a result, the now 200-strong survivors who were gathered nearby seemed to have quietened somewhat. A subdued silence pervaded, matched only by the eerie stillness. Those still moving were now within the ruins, gathering supplies to outlast the freakish weather. Gi jumped up and down on the spot a few times, encouraging the blood supply to continue pumping its way through her veins. On her third consecutive jump, she spied a tangled mass of brown hair to her right.
Linka.
Spurred by this good fortune, Gi jogged towards the girl who was warming her hands beside a small fire.
"Hey, Linka," she called, as the pale Russian turned around in surprise. "Where are the 'terrible two'?"
Linka grinned, ecstatic and relieved to see the missing Planeteer. "Where have you been, Gi" she admonished, wrapping her friend in a fierce bear hug. "Boshe moy, I was worried about you!"
"We ran into a little trouble," Gi explained, but she chose not to frighten Linka with the more disturbing details. "But we found the blue dude!"
Linka stared back in shock, unable to fathom Gi's announcement for a moment. Her mouth dropped open as Gi nodded, a wry smile hinting at the corners of her lips.
Geez... wait till she hears about Blight and Plunder.
"You... you found him, Gi?"
"Yeah." More or less... "He's over there with... oh, hell. Let's just get the others and I'll take us over. It'll be easier to explain..."
"I do not know where..." Linka frowned, looking around anxiously. "I mean, Wheeler just left a few moments ago to find some blankets... but I do not know where Ma-Ti is. "
"I am here..." a deep voice announced from behind the girls, causing Linka to yelp in surprise. "... and what is Dr Blight doing here?"
Gi whirled around, coming face to face with Ma-Ti who was eating a chocolate bar with one hand and holding a small bag of goodies with the other.
The Asian woman threw her hands up in the air as Ma-Ti munched contentedly on his candy bar, appearing unconcerned by the their predicament.
"You do realize that you're turning into Wheeler," she said, although Ma-Ti simply shrugged. "Talk about role reversals... C'mon then, let's go," she said, turning in Captain Planet's direction. "Wheeler can find us when he's ready."
Linka ambled along behind them, her teeth chattering uncontrollably and her thoughts solely concentrated upon Wheeler's earlier revelations. She glanced back in the direction he had left, before a fragment of the conversation between Ma-Ti and Gi finally made its mark. Linka paused as the implications dawned on her.. "Wait a minute!" she called, grabbing Ma-Ti's shoulder and turning him around to face her. "Did you... did you just say that Dr Blight is here?"
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The trio crossed the street, weaving in and out of the crowd and Linka soon felt the light touch of rain fall upon her face. She looked up, the night sky betraying nothing that would indicate a change in the weather.
Great... what next?
Linka walked a few steps behind Gi and Ma-Ti. The fact that Blight and Plunder had intruded upon their territory troubled her deeply. Anger and resentment welled up inside her, causing her to grind her teeth loudly. Linka exhaled slowly, effectively blowing off steam as Blight's pink suit came into view. She silently fumed as Blight appeared to slap a hooded man on the back in an almost friendly gesture, the recipient stepping back and addressing a shadowy figure beside him. The shadowy figure suddenly looked up and waved, beckoning them over.
Kwame...
Linka glared at the ground, her hopeful mood having evaporated at the mere sight of Dr Blight. The scientist turned and smiled sweetly at the approaching party, obviously enjoying their discomfort.
"Aah... everyone together again. Brings back old memories, ay," she said as they joined the group, a slightly patronizing tone to her voice. She clicked her fingers in an attempt to remember names. "Um... oh yes, Ma-Ti... where's that ugly animal of yours?"
"He is no longer with us," Ma-Ti replied simply, maintaining eye contact with their old nemesis until she looked away, her gaze falling playfully upon Linka. Captain Planet stared at the newcomer as well, disengaging from Ma-Ti's embrace for a moment. He quietly observed the young woman standing behind Gi, noting her mannerisms and appearance with a distinct amount of uncertainty... and familiarity.
"Good grief, girl... what did you do to your hair?"
"I dyed it... green doesn't tend to suit me," Linka bit back, defiantly meeting Blight's gaze.
The scientist grinned, and Linka looked away as Looten Plunder joined them. "Well, you know the saying... blond's have more fun... I'm living proof of that!"
"My hair color is really none of your business, Dr Blight," Linka hissed as Plunder laughed at the intensity of the situation. "Besides, I certainly escaped even Zarm's detection with..."
"Linka?" All attention was transferred to Captain Planet as he stared at the Russian, totally bewildered at her presence. "But how can you... did Gaia..."
Kwame begun to intervene in an effort to explain, but Plunder beat him to it. "Yeah, that Gaia's certainly a shifty little minx... although we saw the proof that her days of interfering are well and truly over."
As Captain Planet digested this second piece of shocking news, Linka exploded with fury at the irony of the statement. "Boshe moy, Plunder! Are you really that stupid? You have finally overstepped the boundaries of greed and power, and look who you come crawling too?"
Blight snorted with derision. "You need our help, brat."
"Nyet, we do not need your help! Captain Planet is still here and he has never let us down bef..."
"What?" Blight cackled, grabbing Linka by her coat sleeves and pulling her forward. "Honey, YOU DIED! He wasn't doing a hell of a lot for you back then!"
"Get off me!" Linka cried, reefing herself from Blight's grip. "You are the reason I'm..."
"... rotting six-foot under the ground?" Blight said quietly, so that only Linka could hear her. The Russian stared back at Blight with something resembling utter hatred. "You listen here, princess. We're all stuck together. You need us to find a way out of this mess, whether you like..."
"I sincerely doubt that you could find your way out of a brown paper bag, Blight." A new voice joined the heated argument, its owner tossing a pile of blankets on the ground and glancing with concern at Linka's furious expression.
Shit... what the hell happened here? he thought, before registering Cap's slumped form on the pavement. Geez, Cap's here too? Captain Planet didn't seem to notice his presence. Ear to the ground, Cap seemed to be listening to something totally beyond their own audible range.
Wheeler instinctively realized that he'd walked into a potentially explosive situation, and so he soon reacted in the only way that he was capable.
"Ah, the firebug returns," said Plunder, using his trademark smirk to deflect the uncertainty welling up inside his stomach. "...and who the hell cares about a brown paper bag? Oh, I'm sorry" he continued mockingly, "you pathetic ecologists would get your panties in a twist at the mere thought of it clogging up your beloved ecosystem..."
"Yeah... although we'd probably make an exception in Blight's case." Wheeler replied hotly, upon closer inspection of Dr Blight's furious face. "She'd need it to cover up her... hey, that reminds me: you got a name for your third chin there, Bab's?"
Linka turned away as the tense situation was diffused in a way that only Wheeler cold manage. She looked away with a grin as Blight glared at him, her altercation with Linka all but forgotten. The comment had certainly made it's intended mark, although the American obviously hadn't lost his gift for pushing peoples buttons.
"Shut your face, you hormonal, pre-pubescent..." Blight screamed, finally losing her cool composure and lashing out at Wheeler with both fists (which he dodged with effortless grace). "...how dare you say..."
"Okay, obviously not. We'll call him lumpy!" he interrupted, earning a muffled snort of amusement from Ma-Ti. Wheeler turned around and completely ignored Dr Blight's verbal tirade, more concerned with the prospect of eating. This seemed to do nothing but infuriate Blight further. "Anyone got any food?"
"Yes, my friend... I found chocolate," said Ma-Ti, holding up a few Cadbury chocolate bars with something resembling pride.
"Great... I'm starving." Wheeler grabbed one and chewed on it thoughtfully, keeping one eye closely trained on Blight's livid expression, the harsh lines of her face illuminated by the flickering flames. The scientist suddenly grabbed one of the blankets and sauntered off, muttering something like "...you can deal with them. I've had it..." in Plunder's general direction.
Linka wiped her eyes, feeling a little better about Blight's earlier comments. She felt validated, as if Wheeler had maintained her dignity and pride in two, beautifully delivered lines. His wit was so effortless.
"Psychotic cow," Gi muttered, staring at Captain Planet who was now laying on the sidewalk in a strange fashion, his ear remaining pressed against the concrete path.
"Is he all right?" Plunder asked nervously, having serious doubts about Captain Planet's physical form.
"What the hell do you care?" Wheeler replied, tossing a blanket to each Planeteer in turn. They accepted it gratefully. Turning to the others, he quietly questioned Kwame. "Is he recharging, or what?"
Kwame shrugged, looking as bewildered as Plunder. "I really do not know, Wheeler. He hasn't been himself since we found him."
An awkward silence followed. Linka perched herself on a brick garden box and wrapped the blanket tightly around her shoulders. She sighed, looking out into the crowd but not really focusing on anything in particular. Another drop of water fell onto her nose and she wiped it away absently. Then another, until she realized that the drops were too light to be comprised of liquid. She scrunched her nose up as a particle floated onto the bridge of her nose, finally melting after it came into contact with her skin.
Snow...
"You gotta' be kiddin' me," Wheeler said, shaking his head and dusting of the flakes from his jacket. "Great..."
Ma-Ti winced as a cold gust of wind burst past, causing his teeth to chatter. "I think this would be a good time to find shelter, or else..."
"...we're all gonna' freeze to death," Wheeler said, finishing the sentence for him. "Typical day in the life of a Planeteer," he grumbled.
Kwame smiled, but the gesture didn't quite touch his eyes. He was tired... and worried about the blue, prostrate figure lying on the ground... almost defenseless. Kwame lent down and grabbed the heavy superhero under the arms, pulling him to his feet.
"We have to go," he muttered, supporting Cap under the shoulder and half-dragging him away. Ma-Ti grabbed the other arm and together, they sought out shelter from the prevailing rain.
"We're not going to make it, are we?" Gi stated to Wheeler, watching sadly as the boys disappeared, Plunder walking a short distance behind them. With a weak smile in Linka's direction, Gi followed them.
Linka watched from her seat as those remaining in the street began to pack up their belongings. They hurried away in packs, fear and worry deeply etched within their faces.
She raised her eyes to Wheeler's, who had been observing her quietly for a while. He moved forward and offered Linka his hand. She accepted it with a genuine smile, which warmed his heart more effectively than any slow-burning wood fire could ever match. He helped her down and together they ambled after the others, the frigid air slightly charged with mutual attraction. The snow fell persistently but Linka's attention was elsewhere. Wheeler intertwined his fingers with her own and she squeezed, showing that she appreciated the gesture.
As Wheeler moved to follow the rest of the gang, he felt a tug of resistance. Puzzled, he glanced at her but she shook her head, a cloud of white snow framing her eyelashes and hair.
"I do not want to be in the same room as them," she said, shaking with revulsion at the thought of sleeping in close proximity with the people who had help orchestrate her death.
"Fair enough," he said, pulling her underneath an awning which had once belonged to a busy nightclub. He moved aside to let a small crowd pass. They filed into the nightclub, which had been built below the street level and had so far, withstood the destruction. "Wanna' go dancing, instead?"
Linka laughed, pulling him inside the entrance and into the darkness within. They left the frigid air behind, following the crowd deep into the realm of the club.
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