Catcher in the eye

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Catcher in the eye
October 15 2004 at 2:59 PM
Harbinger of Death 

Bluetopaz slowly snuck around the corner and down the hall to Omar’s dark and now empty office. “Coast is clear,” she whispered to CJ on her wrist radio. “Ten-four,” came CJ’s voice from the device. Moments later CJ swooped in through the window, dressed all in black. They began to change the locks on the doors and window to secure the area, when Bluetopaz stumbled across something on the floor.

“Hey!” exclaimed a lump that was hunkered down between desks. Bluetopaz shone her flashlight on ForgetMeNot.

“What are you doing here?”

“I should ask you the same thing,” said FMN. “This is most definitely NOT your office.”

“It’s not Calee’s either,” Bt pointed out.

“Well, I was trying to commandeer it for Calee’s return after everybody’s dead and then not-dead again.”

“Hm, so were we.”

“So was I,” said a voice from the doorway, and they turned and put their flashlights in Calico’s eyes. “Ow, put those down, will ya.” She flicked on the lightswitch and everyone squinted. “Only I just wanted it for fun because I heard somebody ordered a love swing.”

“Well, now what,” said FMN.

“There’s two of us for the same faction, so we get the office,” said CJ.

“No deal,” said Calico.

“Why don’t we work together and find some kind of amicable solution?” asked Bt.

“Huh! I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you,” said FMN, and there was a massive light as if a spotlight were blinding them. When it subsided, they found themselves in a grassy field wearing catcher’s mitts.

“Looks like we’re playing baseball,” noted CJ.

“Are we going to get beaned with a ball and that’s how we bite it?” wondered Bluetopaz.

“I don’t think so,” said Calico. She peered down the field. “Looks like a track and field event. Somebody’s getting ready to throw something…”

“It’s a javelin! Criminy, what are we doing here if we’re supposed to be playing ball!” FMN said, starting to look for a place to hide.

“Uh…I think it’s a merge of events,” Bt said, looking down at her mitt and then back up at the javelin that was descending toward them. “Oh dear.” She put her mitt up as if to shield herself, but of course the spearlike object pierced her mitt and then her cranium.

“Ick,” said CJ, holding her stomach.

“Here comes another one!” Calico exclaimed, and they scattered, but like a guided missile, it found its mark through Calico’s torso.

“If we actually caught it, do you think it’d miss us and we’d win?” FMN hollered.

“I dunno.” CJ tried to catch it, but with her stellar hand-eye coordination, it only ended up piercing her in her side rather than her center, which made for a slower and more painful death. “I wouldn’t recommend it,” she gasped, her hands covered in blood.

“Oh man, oh man oh man, I wish I’d done something else today besides loot Omar’s office,” said FMN, running basically in circles until the next javelin came down. “Eeep!” She crouched into a ball but it just went right into the top of her head and down through her like a FMN-kebab.

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