Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine, except for the OCs.
About an hour later or so a car was driving down the road. Grace Monroe – her tinfoil hat noticeably absent – was driving it, her gaze blank. Holly and Fargo were in the back seats, looking appropriately subdued.
The second car was going further down the road, driven by Henry who also lacked his hat. Jack and Allison were in that car as well.
The final car had Jo and ‘Andria’ as well as Willow and Kennedy, who had just finished having a very important talk with a certain Riley Finn.
“You know, Willow, your cousin is kind of cool,” Kennedy was saying to Willow even as Jo fol-lowed Henry’s car, which followed Grace’s. “And today shapes up to be quite nice, don’t you agree?”
“Kennedy – don’t,” Willow shook her head. “Today is quite hectic actually; the only thing miss-ing is violence from this being a more regular day for us.”
“Really?” Jo spoke from the driver’s seat. “Here, in Eureka we generally don’t believe in vio-lence, gratuitous or otherwise.”
“Really? Then what’s with all the hostility towards Andria?” Willow enquired.
“Um,” Jo had the good graces to look embarrassed. “I guess I’m just tired being in Jack’s shadow – just a bit. I mean, whenever something troublesome does occur here, it’s usually the guys who deal with it, as well as Allison; I – not so much.”
“Well, maybe you should try to get hired to be the chief of security for the Titan mission,” Ken-nedy began but Jo interrupted her.
“No. Personally, I’m beginning to think that the trip itself may be just a bit overhyped...but don’t tell that to Fargo and Holly,” Jo confessed.
“That’s okay. I think that Dr. Fargo himself is a bit exasperated with the mission judging from his outburst earlier,” ‘Andria’ spoke up for the first time.
“Nah, he’s just having a bad day,” Jo shook her head. “Hey, we’ve stopped! Out of the car, eve-rybody, and prepare to be sneaky!” * * *
The old Consortium hideout had been renewed some, mostly by removing the majority of the broken down machinery and technology, to prepare space for a huge but relatively shallow aquarium, inhabited by one big fish. With tentacles.
Eduard, too, was here, as were master Shen and Titan... and a bunch of more human-like thugs.
“So,” the alien’s mental ‘voice’ was smug, “Douglass Fargo, we meet at last!”
“Really? You know me? Awesome!” Fargo said cheerfully. “So, what’s your name if we’re to go on the first name basis?”
“My name is unpronounceable! You can call me leader!”
“Of the Consortium?” Holly responded before Fargo could.
“And did you really have our president elected?”
“You mean the one who was too fond of his saxophone? Yes! The rest... you elected yourselves!”
“I was afraid of that,” Holly sighed sadly. “So, how can we convince you that we’re peaceful people and are willing to co-operate with you?”
“You can’t!” the alien shook with what probably passed for its’ laughter. “I dominate the situation; you’re totally in my power and cannot do anything about it!”
“That’s because they already have,” spoke Riley Finn as he and his team came into the alien’s hideout, led to it by Willow’s arcane beacon. “And believe me, mister, you made us very cranky!”
Before the alien could reply, Holly grabbed her tinfoil hat and put it onto the alien’s own head, messing-up its telepathic processes.
The next moment all Hell broke lose.TBC