He hurried along along through the mass up people away from the mechanical rubble.
The Guppie's plan having obviously failed thanks to the misfortune intervention of Chibi-T.R.O.N.
Whom of which seemed intent on ripping the metal fishwalkers to pieces and gutting the fleeing Minions who were their pilots only moments ago. Laughing his horrid mechanical laugh. Ke Ke Ke!
M808 as usual had gotten lucky having decided to listen to squishy pumpkins advice and took a spork with him today. A spork that Chibi was undoubtedly using to tear through the others. Why was the little white terror there today. Was he hired to stop them. Upon contemplating this as the minion waded through the crowd, he decided that it was doubtful. A fluke. That Chibi was most likely passing through and spotting the shiny metal fish, gave into his usual destructive compulsions.
The luagher, of the mechanical creature seeking to menace him seemed to be growing louder.
He shook this notion off and contributed it to paranoia. He felt vulnerable without his mask which he had promptly tossed behind a dumpster in the ally he had entered during his escape. That was the advantage to being a miscellaneous. without the mask on, your just another face in the crowd.
He understood this concept even before he began his career in the villainous labor services field.
Everyone knows the villain, but not the underlings. However it's almost ALWAYS the underlings that the hero goes for first. So, the ability to get "lost" in a crowd was of vital importance to minions with little or no combat experience, as most of the miscellaneous force were. Sure they knew how to use guns, but gun's are of little use against a rampaging superhero. They were of even less use against three foot tall, psychotic walking pong machines of Death.
Before rounding a corner and heading out of sight of the disaster, M808 glanced back at the disaster, and could barely make out one of the Fishwalkers still standing among the rubble of the others. opening it's mouth to spew flame's at the acrobatic little robot who nimbly dodged them. All the while his haunting
laughter filling the air, but significantly less audible than before. "See, it was just paranoia" he told himself, and
finally turned the corner.
After traveling roughly three blocks, the minion, entered the subway. Pressing a hidden button on the turn style, he easily bypassed the need actually purchase a ticket. "Thank you Lord Conductor" M808 mouthed as he passed through and quickly continued through the mob of people boarding the express trains. His ride was short, about 15 minutes or so, as he got off the train two plaza's away from the one which had boarded from.
Going through a glass door the minion entered a small shopping outlet connected to the station. Went through another glass door to a quaint little Internet cafe and sat down in the first booth he saw. He requested a bog water, then told the waitress as she gave him a confused look that the gal that runs the place would know what it was. His order arrived promptly despite the bustling amount of people in the cafe.
He consumed the dark, grassy green sludge with much vigor, practically chugging it. Second drink was ordered, and while the waitress rushed to place his order, he pulled out his phone. Dialing 8 twice, and placing the phone to his ear and waited as the . What seemed like a like time but was only moments,
and almost unintelligible groan greeted him.
"BB" The miscellaneous said. It's Bob. "Send a recovery team." Bob paused for a moment before continuing. "A Clean up crew too, Chibi was involved" "Another near indecipherable groan answered Bob. "The fishwalkers? Last I saw all but one were destoryed BB. I think the one that was still standing was the one you modified earlier btw. Stunning work as usual".
Again bob paused, mulling over the events. He then asked. "before I forget, could you ask the RT to bring my spare mask? I had to utilize the emergency retreat tactic. You know I'm naked without a mask." The voice on the other end was silent for a moment, then what sounded like a slightly pained groan replied. "Er, sorry" apologised bob " Didn't mean to give incur of mental image by that. but you know how I am. I need my mask. Anyway that's all I called for"
By this time Bobs second drink had arrived and he promptly thanked the waitress. He then
thanked the voice on the other end of the phone, bid it good bye, and hung up. Bob placed the phone in his pocket, and began to enjoy his new drink at much more casual pace than he did the first one. He did however continually glance out the cafe. Surveying the outlet in the off chance Chibi's rampage would
pass through the area. twice he though he had seen the little terror, but in both cases it was just a child
with a white shirt on.
An hour passed. A rather uneventful one at that, for which Bob was thankful.
Last thing he needed was any more excitement today. He was startled though by
rather familiar groan and turned to face the sound. There stood a rather imposing figure.
He wore a dark trench coat, heavy, and durable black boots, Midnight black gloves, and his face , rather, his whole head was covered by black,eyeless, reaper's hood style mask.
"Oh, BB, you startled me" quipped Bob. "Still, your a sight for sore eyes, care to sit and join me"
Big Bob, whom was often known to most as just BB, just stared at his comrade blankly."fine" Bob
said, "let me get the bill and we can go" a voice from behind the store's main counter shouted "it's covered already. just go" and so they went. BB handed bob his spare mask as they walked, and Issued a questioning groan.
"Where to?" retorted bob. "why, to where ever there is Minionry to be accomplished my friend"
BB chuckled, well, Bob assumed it was a chuckle, and again off they went, pausing once on their way back to HQ, to push a car familiar to them so that it rested in front of a fire hydrant. "it's a good day to be a minion" thought bob, "It's a good day to be a Minion"
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