CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

Death Otter's head cocked abruptly and her eyes narrowed. Oh boy.

She rocked sideways in her seat to shoulder-bump Marks.

"Sirens coming," she said. "Momma bird's coming back to the nest, I repeat, momma bird is coming back to the nest. That egg is going to be entered in as evidence if we don't wrap this up." She then made a little 'cht' noise into her hand and added, "Over and out."

"You know, we should have had walkie...oh. Right."

She grabbed Marks' cellphone where she spied it, and brought up his contact list. And...no one on the team was on it, because no one on the team had cellphones yet.

Otter sighed and let the phone drop into her lap.

"Okay nevermind. Back to square one; we should have had walkie talkies or something. Bluetooth phones. This is getting ridic."

T-dawg responds to Cyril, continuing to look around for any sign of further trouble, mainly concentrating on the front door of the store, "Let's check the back. If they ain't there, we can find somewhere to lie low".

Cyril nodded sagely. "Good idea, whatever it takes to get out of sight of the cops... let's go!"

[sblock=Perception]Otter, T-dawg, and J.R. hear emergency sirens. Feral (too strung out on adrenaline at the moment) and Cyril (his usual oblivious self) haven't detected the emergency sirens yet.[/sblock]



When Feral leaves the side of the Wee Bee store and steps out into the strip of parking lot flanking the store, Marks spots him immediately. Marks stomps the gas pedal and comes to a screeching halt adjacent to Feral, motioning for him to get in. Now that the van is a titch closer to the back of the store, Otter spies the back alley a bit better. It looks like there's enough room to wiggle the van through, but it'll be tight.

Just then, Feral and Otter hear screeching tires. A bottle green-colored 1980s model Cadillac comes barreling through the loading area on the back side of the store. The car's tires kick up small pebbles and loose grit as the Caddy's driver hits the brakes. Feral smells a transmission going bad--an acrid burning sort of smell fills his nose. The Caddy jets between the crooked dumpster, but doesn't quite make it. The Caddy's passenger-side mirror snaps off with an audible crunch. The rest of the car, however, is a green streak of fury and accelerates into a right turn, heading out of sight down the back alley.



Cyril 14 T-dawg 14 hear the squeal of tires and a subsequent crunch of metal grinding against fiberglass. J.R. 6 hears nothing, however. What they do or do not hear, however, is rendered moot as the three briskly trot to the rear of the flower shop, only to be confronted by a speeding green vehicle headed directly for them in the back alley.

Marks gritted his teeth and, in an unprecedented display of emotion, groaned. He cast a look over his shoulder, back at the main parking lot crowded with cars and minivans."Where the hell are the other three?" Marks pinched the bridge of his nose.

Feral stashes the toy under the passenger seat and says to Marks, "That car is in bad shape from the smell of it. Maybe we should follow them? And where are the others?"

Marks pinched his nose harder and grunted. "I was hoping you could tell me where the others are." He removed his hand from his nose and eyeballed Feral. "You got the BunBun?"

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Marks pinched his nose harder and grunted. "I was hoping you could tell me where the others are." He removed his hand from his nose and eyeballed Feral. "You got the BunBun?"

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"Yeah. Cyril had a thug in his face so he tossed the toy to me and I got the hell out of there. I'd be willing to bet the thug is in that car."

Cyril's eyes grew to the size of saucers as he saw the car bearing down on the trio. Fear spurring him to action, the man looked to the left and right. The fence was obviously not happening, but the nearest dumpster looked appealing. Who the hell is this and why is he driving like this?

Lifting the lid on the dumpster, he dove in and called out, "If you get hit by the car, call me! Personal injury is a specialty!" A loud and fairly disgusting sounding splat followed the former lawyer's words as the lid of the dumpster closed behind him.

J.R. let's out a moan,

"Motherfuc-"

And is cut off by throwing himself into the dumpster with Cyril.