SG: WCD #38

Lawrence Brown lbrown at tcfbank.com
Tue May 16 08:11:55 PDT 2006


More gunfire.  Whatever is in these boxes, those bastards must want it pretty
bad, Spectrum mused.  Tapping into the suits power reserves, he grabbed an
end of the crate and ripped the top off it.  "Oh.... Mother-puss-bucket...." 

 

"Whats wrong Spectrum?" Foxy queried. "Spectrum, you look so pale."

 

Spectrum looked up.  "We need to get out of here."

 

West Coast Defenders #38 

"Flashbangs and Flashbacks" HEY GUYS WAKEY WAKEY!

By Lawrence Brown, aka the Amigoid

 

[48 hours ago]

 

The knock at the door startled Spectrum awake.  Foxy was curled in bed
alongside him, breathing contentedly as she dreamt.  Quietly, he slid out of
the covers and stalked to the door of the hotel room.  The Ritz's luxurious
carpet felt wonderful underneath his feet, and the rest of the room was
magnificent, too.  A quick glance, then he unbolted the door.  "Good morning
Mister Ames, or should I say, Lord Ames?"  

 

British Airwave strode through the door, about to reply when he noticed
Spectrums outfit, or lack thereof, and the gestures Lawrence gave him made it
clear that the room's other guest was not prepared for visitors, either.
"I'd say good morning to you too, but that seems to be the case already.  I
wanted to see if you wished to join me downstairs for breakfast with the
others."

 

"How soon?  15 minutes?"

 

"Better make it 45.  I have a few calls to make, and I'm sure Foxy will
appreciate the extra time.  But don't be late.  I've convinced TDSM to join
us too, rather than skulking in his suite eating room service."

 

"Great.  Um, do you have the stuff?"

 

"Yes, but are you sure of this?  I don't want to sound like some old
fuddy-duddy, but maybe you should give this more time."

 

"Randall, I have given it a lot of thought and I keep coming to the same
decision.  This whole ceremony changes things. And you of all people should
know what happens when you put this kind of thing off."  

 

"Very well.  See you in 44.5 minutes."

 

The door clicked shut and Spectrum opened the package and fished out a 2
liter bottle of Diet Mountain Dew. Sometimes it helped having a teleporter on
the team.  He removed another smaller box and carefully set it next to the
briefcase.  Odd... he mused. I never noticed the briefcase had external power
and data connection cables.  Maybe Foxy plugged it in for me while I was
asleep...but...

 

"Good morning sailor!" Foxy purred quietly. 

 

Spectrum turned his attention away from the briefcase and strode to the bed,
leaning over to gently plant a kiss on her forehead.  "Good morning
sleepyhead.  Sorry BA woke you, but I guess it's for the best anyway.  We
need to get downstairs for breakfast.  The whole team will be there."

 

"And you assumed that 15 minutes would be enough to make myself presentable
for the press, and all the lookyloos that show up while we eat?"

 

"You are so good looking you only need 15 seconds."

 

"Flatterer..."

 

"Come on, up an at 'em" 

 

Foxy stretched and yawned, and pouted in her most sultry way, "But I'm
tirrrred, can't we snuggle just 10 more minutes?"

 

"Ohhhh no.  I get back in that bed and we will miss breakfast!"

 

"Wanna bet we miss lunch too?"

 

"Nope."  Spectrum grinned mysteriously. "Come on, get up and get dressed
fast, and I'll have a present for you."  

 

"GOODY!" Foxy exploded from the bed and vaulted to the bathroom. "Dibs on the
hot water!"  

 

"Hey, we don't have time for all that!  We need to get downstairs..."

 

"Kidding!" Foxy grinned back. "Ok, bathrooms all yours."  She shook her fur
out and sat at the nightstand to brush her blond hair. 

 

"You have to show me how you do that.  What is it, a toon thing?"

 

"You ever see a toon spend a lot of time in a bathroom, unless its part of a
gag? We're very efficient."

 

A few minutes later, a freshly shaved and scrubbed Spectrum emerged from the
bathroom, only to find his clothes laid out neatly on the bed. Spectrum
dressed distractedly as he also watched Foxy slip into her outfit.

 

"Hey sailor, you seem like you are a million miles away."  

 

"Yeah, well, I have a lot on my mind.  This whole knighting ceremony with the
Queen, and suddenly discovering you're the beneficiary of decades of
investments and compounding interest, I've never been really really
wealthy...  it makes you think about your future.   And... who you are going
to share it with."

 

Foxy gasped as Lawrence picked up a small box from the desk. He walked to her
and knelt. Opening the box, he withdrew a diamond ring. "Foxy, you better not
throw this ring away. I don't know if my heart could bear it."

 

"Lawrence...?"

 

"Foxy, would you marry me?"

 

"But..."

 

"I don't know if my past is real or fantasy. I don't know if I will ever go
back to where-ever I came from.  But I am here, you are here, and as long as
we are, we might as well be together."

 

Spectrum stood and Foxy embraced him. She looked up, cradled his face, and
kissed him.

"Yes. Yes my darling oh yes!" Gently he slipped the ring onto her
anthropomorphic hand, and they hugged again.

 

"Spectrum you're going to be knighted, right?  You're going to be Sir
Lawrence."

 

"Yeah..."

 

"Don't you think 'Lady Foxy Lady' sounds a bit redundant?"

 

****************************************

[Now]

Spectrum looked up and repeated himself. "We need to get out of here.  The
crate's full of weird looking bombs, and they're all armed; for all I can
tell, the timers are counting down."  A energy blast caromed off his helmet
and knocked him to the ground. "OW!"

 

"Spectrum! Are you alright?" Foxy closed the distance in a fluid leap and
dove for cover.

 

"Wooog.  Man that hurt.  My head's gonna vibrate for a week." A rumbling
sound began from down the tunnel opposite the end where the terrorists were. 

 

"It gets better and better hon.  There's a subway train coming.  And the only
way out is through those guys with the turbans."

 

WILL SPECTRUM AND FOXY ESCAPE THE TUNNEL ALIVE?

 

WHO ARE THE TERRORISTS?

 

WHERE IS THE REST OF THE TEAM?

 

WHO IS GOING TO BE BEST MAN?

 

Superguy. We try harder.

 

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