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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4594223" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Operation Tucker: Part 1b – The Ointment-Coated Fly</strong></p><p></p><p>Guppy's cistron flashed face after face as the facial recognition software went to work. No luck.</p><p></p><p>"Hey!" said a pudgy guy with an "I See Fragged People" t-shirt. </p><p></p><p>Guppy wheeled his cart over.</p><p></p><p>"You sell food?"</p><p></p><p>"Uh, not really, I just have lattes and…"</p><p></p><p>"Dude!" The fat guy was sweating. "I will give you FIVE BUCKS for a cookie. A bagel. Anything!"</p><p></p><p>"I'm not sure—"</p><p></p><p>"Do you know how long I've been on this line?" Guppy tried not to get too close. He could smell how long the guy had been on line. "Two days man! TWO DAYS! You gotta get me some—"</p><p></p><p>The bell rang and suddenly Guppy was forgotten. He yanked the cart backwards to avoid being crushed.</p><p></p><p>Guppy tried to get on the line but he was shoved out of the way. "Get to the back of the line!" someone shouted at him.</p><p></p><p>He settled instead for photographing customers through the glass doors. Several other people were doing the same with their camera phones, undoubtedly hoping to catch a moment of consumerism at its worst. </p><p></p><p>Inside, Caprice slung the earpiece back over his ear. </p><p></p><p>"…don't see the truck," said Hammer.</p><p></p><p>"I know, I was trying to tell you guys!" Caprice had to shout over the noise of the crowd. "There's no truck, the PlayPals are already here!"</p><p></p><p>He handed three of them off to the customers waving the first three ticket stubs. A sea of arms went up, even as the big red ticker on the wall clicked through the first ten.</p><p></p><p>An alert went off on their cistrons. Caprice couldn't look down at the cistron at his belt, busy lifting and tossing the PlayPals to the ravenous crowd. </p><p></p><p>"I've got a match!" said Guppy. "It's Tucker!" </p><p></p><p>Caprice looked around. "Where?" </p><p></p><p>"Far back, middle row."</p><p></p><p>Caprice squinted. He could make out a tall black man in a trench coat. It had to be Tucker. There was only one way to find out.</p><p></p><p>Caprice wound up and tossed a PlayPal at him.</p><p></p><p>Tucker caught it easily. The customers spun in outrage to a chorus of "Hey!" and "Wait, I have the next ticket!"</p><p></p><p>Tucker used his cistron to scan the PlayPal box, and then as an angry customer struggled frantically to get to him, handed it over.</p><p></p><p>"He's scanning the boxes," said Caprice. "He must be looking for something."</p><p></p><p>"Throw one to me!" Guppy made his way, finally, inside the Wee Bee Toys store.</p><p></p><p>"Guppy, I'm not sure that's a good idea…"</p><p></p><p>"Just do it!" </p><p></p><p>Caprice wound up and tossed a PlayPal to Guppy.</p><p></p><p>The crowd went nuts. "Is that one of his buddies?" and "He just got here!" reverberated from the crowd.</p><p></p><p>Guppy tried to scan the box but someone yanked on his arm. Before he could finish scanning it, another person tackled him, grabbing the PlayPal out of his hand. A large woman body checked the assailant out of the way and grabbed the PlayPal box. The crowd was devolving into a brawl.</p><p></p><p>"You threw that to him on purpose!" shouted someone near Caprice's feet. He didn't get a chance to see who it was, but someone yanked on his foot. He lost his footing and slid down the hill of boxes. PlayPals tumbled everywhere.</p><p></p><p>The crowd roared as a free-for-all broke out. Soccer moms shoved teenage boys. Grandmas beat on fat geeks. All over the PlayPal.</p><p></p><p>Guppy managed to crawl towards the entrance. "I…" he was panting, "…just saw Tucker. He's leaving the mall!"</p><p></p><p>"This job sucks!" shouted Caprice. "I quit!" He tore off his black-and-yellow striped shirt and threw it to the ground.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4594223, member: 3285"] [b]Operation Tucker: Part 1b – The Ointment-Coated Fly[/b] Guppy's cistron flashed face after face as the facial recognition software went to work. No luck. "Hey!" said a pudgy guy with an "I See Fragged People" t-shirt. Guppy wheeled his cart over. "You sell food?" "Uh, not really, I just have lattes and…" "Dude!" The fat guy was sweating. "I will give you FIVE BUCKS for a cookie. A bagel. Anything!" "I'm not sure—" "Do you know how long I've been on this line?" Guppy tried not to get too close. He could smell how long the guy had been on line. "Two days man! TWO DAYS! You gotta get me some—" The bell rang and suddenly Guppy was forgotten. He yanked the cart backwards to avoid being crushed. Guppy tried to get on the line but he was shoved out of the way. "Get to the back of the line!" someone shouted at him. He settled instead for photographing customers through the glass doors. Several other people were doing the same with their camera phones, undoubtedly hoping to catch a moment of consumerism at its worst. Inside, Caprice slung the earpiece back over his ear. "…don't see the truck," said Hammer. "I know, I was trying to tell you guys!" Caprice had to shout over the noise of the crowd. "There's no truck, the PlayPals are already here!" He handed three of them off to the customers waving the first three ticket stubs. A sea of arms went up, even as the big red ticker on the wall clicked through the first ten. An alert went off on their cistrons. Caprice couldn't look down at the cistron at his belt, busy lifting and tossing the PlayPals to the ravenous crowd. "I've got a match!" said Guppy. "It's Tucker!" Caprice looked around. "Where?" "Far back, middle row." Caprice squinted. He could make out a tall black man in a trench coat. It had to be Tucker. There was only one way to find out. Caprice wound up and tossed a PlayPal at him. Tucker caught it easily. The customers spun in outrage to a chorus of "Hey!" and "Wait, I have the next ticket!" Tucker used his cistron to scan the PlayPal box, and then as an angry customer struggled frantically to get to him, handed it over. "He's scanning the boxes," said Caprice. "He must be looking for something." "Throw one to me!" Guppy made his way, finally, inside the Wee Bee Toys store. "Guppy, I'm not sure that's a good idea…" "Just do it!" Caprice wound up and tossed a PlayPal to Guppy. The crowd went nuts. "Is that one of his buddies?" and "He just got here!" reverberated from the crowd. Guppy tried to scan the box but someone yanked on his arm. Before he could finish scanning it, another person tackled him, grabbing the PlayPal out of his hand. A large woman body checked the assailant out of the way and grabbed the PlayPal box. The crowd was devolving into a brawl. "You threw that to him on purpose!" shouted someone near Caprice's feet. He didn't get a chance to see who it was, but someone yanked on his foot. He lost his footing and slid down the hill of boxes. PlayPals tumbled everywhere. The crowd roared as a free-for-all broke out. Soccer moms shoved teenage boys. Grandmas beat on fat geeks. All over the PlayPal. Guppy managed to crawl towards the entrance. "I…" he was panting, "…just saw Tucker. He's leaving the mall!" "This job sucks!" shouted Caprice. "I quit!" He tore off his black-and-yellow striped shirt and threw it to the ground. [/QUOTE]
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