"What in the name of Uncle Sam is that?"
"I believe it's an elasmosaur, sir." Johnson checked his clipboard. "Judging by the coloration, I'd say it's one of the mutant strains the Reds dug up at Tunguska."
"Well, it nearly cut the skinny blonde in half with one bite. We should get some: they make great TV."
"I'll see if we can get some DNA from the blood, sir." Johnson dutifully made a note as Smith's M60 hammered away on-screen, blowing large chunks of flesh from the dinosaur's side.
"See if we can tweak it to some armour plating, too. It's got no staying power at the moment." Patton sniffed in disapproval.
"I agree the fight was rather anticlimactic sir. Still, if we cut to commercial right after it first attacks, it should make a serviceable mid-episode cliffhanger."
* * *
"So this Reality Wrinkle thing is some kind of
store?" Beverly clapped her hands in glee at the thought.
"That's what the old halfling biddy said, after we drove off that dinosaur." Smith shrugged. "A book store wasn't it, Floyd?"
"A uh-huh yeah."
Beverly stopped mid clap, her features clouding.
"A what store?"
"A book store." Ms Josephine Coltraine rolled her eyes. "You know, a place where they sell books?"
"There are people who sell
books?" Beverly looked stunned.
"There are even people who
buy them."
* * *
Smith's machine-gun hammered.
Floyd blinked at the carnage.
"You just shot the clerk."
"He blasphemed!"
"He said -" Floyd adopted the semi-stoned expression the pimply teenage store clerk had exhibited, "'Like, we have books on
all the gods here, man.'"
"Exactly! There is only one God! All others are demons and must be expunged!"
"Y'all understand that ah'm a priest of
Elvis, right?"
"I'm contractually obligated not to shoot you. But I'm confident you'll burn in Hell sooner or later."
"Well naturally, that's where all the fun people go."
"Guys? Can you quit your arguing for a second?" Coltraine frowned, "I think I can hear someone muttering in the next room."
"You're right." Smith nodded after a moment's silence. "I can't wuite make out the words but it is making my skin crawl. Let's get him."
With this brilliant plan in mind, the group crowded into the next room: they could see stairs, a closet, a back door, and shelves of books, but -
"There's no-one here." Floyd frowned, "But I still hear the voice. It's strange. Makes me want to lose my lunch. And I only had four fried chickens."
"There must be an invisible spellcaster in here!" Beverly snapped her fingers. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a packet of glitter into the air. Unfortunately, she did so just as Smith and Simon were turning around, and the two of them wore a face full of glitter each.
"I've gone blind!" Simon shrieked, "Oh God! My mother was right!"
Things rapidly got worse from there.
* * *
"Peterson." Patton steepled his hands, the emaciated flesh of his face drawn into a bleak grimace,
"I trust you've come up with some way to salvage something from this debacle?"
"I think so, sir. If I may?"
Patton nodded.
Johnson turned and pressed play on the VCR. Images popped to life on the screen.
"As you'll remember, it turned out there was some crazed bunch of cultists living in the bookstore. The team fought them for a very long time. One of the cultists was a summoner, and there were dire apes and dire wolves and who knows what else crawling all over the place by the time things were over. And of course it didn't help that the team accidentally blinded half their own people right when the fight started. Still, they got themselves out of that in the end, and managed to kill all but the cult leader. She escaped. Still, the townsfolk were very happy, and invited our team to a big feast in their honour."
Patton sighed impatiently.
"I know all this. Your point?"
"Well sir, if we end the current series with the feast, it'll look like our guys saved the day. Especially if we re-cut some of the footage. No-one has to know what happened next."
"Not bad." Patton admitted grudgingly,
"But what about the Panda Cola people? How are you going to get them off our backs?"
"I'm quite proud of this, sir." Johnson cued a second tape. "We've taken the footage where Smith left the others, and had him come in to dub some new dialogue. So now, instead of yelling at them for being drunken sinners, he's yelling at them for being drunken sinners who don't appreciate the refreshing properties of a nice, cold Panda Cola."
"And?"
"And then we show this."
The screen flickered to a scene of desperate battle in a ruined church. A cackling, red-skinned demon tore at Beverly's face as it crouched over Floyd's fallen body. A black-armoured figure smashed a flail down on Simon's skull. The demon leapt into shot once more, dragging Coltraine screaming to the ground as her blood spattered the walls.
The image froze, then the screen faded out to a slogan.
Drink Panda Cola. Stay alive.
So, after narrowly missing out a TPK for two sessions in a row, the group proved that the third time's the charm and got one at last. Because what you do when you're fighting an Osyluth is go looking for more enemies to join the fun.
So anyway, except for Smith (whose player wasn't there), everyone got KO'd. If they're very, very lucky, the commies just killed them. So ends the X-Path. Not what I'd hoped, but at least I got to try and use Beverly as an impromptu missile before the end.