A Whateley Universe/ Loose Cannons Story
VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!
Bek D Corbin
DATE: Friday, March 30th, 2007
I woke up in my bed at the hotel, and I was glad to be able to recall which hotel I was in. I staggered out of my bedroom to find the gang, Brigand and some of his crew going through laptops and hard text. “Wha hoppened?” I asked muzzily.
“Finally, something he don’t know everything about,” Billy grumped.
After that bit of entirely predictable dickishness from the Squid, the crew filled me in: Lab. Icky Lovecraftian thingie. I broke it with my little sword, but knocked myself unconscious in the process. Guys in gray power suits came in and beat the crap out of everyone. Stashed them away on a ship. Brigand comes in and beats the crap out of the guys in power suits. Then they put the ship on remote control and bailed, so the local Civil Air Patrol could justify its budget by blowing it out of the air.
“If they were getting their asses handed to them, weren’t you guys supposed to come in and back them up?” I asked Rachel and Eddie.