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Mk.9 retracted his weapon, and in it's place a nail gun locked into place,
which promplty released a barrage of nails, with deadly accuracy, all around
the edge of the tabletop, locking it in place. Mk. 9 then fired off another
round along Efof's outline, just for giggles.
"Nice work babe" Jay said, throwing an arm around Katrina. "Now...how the
hell do we get outta this mess?"
"Um...guys.,...." said Phil, his face one of extreme anquish, his voice a
mere whimper.
"What is it?" Tara asked
"I left my pint outside in the beer garden!"
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Jay leapt over the bar and poured two fresh pints, and handed one to Phil,
whose expression suddenly turned to one of glee.
"So what now?" Tara asked. "We can't stay in the pub til this all blows
over"
"Why not?" asked Phil, sipping his pint "I'm happy to!"
"She's right Phil...." Jay said, also sipping "Won't be long before the
barrels are empty, then what are we gonna do?"
"So" said Katrina, "We need a plan"
"Dean's outside somewhere" Jay suggested "Maybe I can call him and get him
to hijack a shuttle from the airport and get us out of here"
"You're honestly suggesting we let DEAN fly us out of here.." Tara asked,
eyes wide in surprise
"Of course not, don't be so stupid..he can fly it here, then I'll take over"
"Assuming he makes it this far without crashing"
"Indeed...." Jay took out his mobile, and called Dean.
As the dial tone kicked in on Jay's phone, a distorted version of "Cheeky
Girls" could be heard nearby, Jay walked over toward a table in the corner,
not noticing two spindly arms try to grab him as he walked away, the sound
got louder, he grabbed the edge of the table in his free hand and tipped it
over, there, Dean cowered his mobile playing the irritating theme.
"GODDAMIT DEAN!!" Jay muttered "That's the last time I look to you to be our
only hope..."
The was a disturbance back across the room, over where Jay had just been
stood.
A skinny, mess of a man, with a grey complexion, and a bad combover had one
hand clamped across Phil's mouth and the other across his chest, and was
pulling him toward the door slowly with surprising strength. Mk.9 had his
gun trained on the man.
"Hold it Igor!!" Jay yelled, this stopped the man in his tracks.
"How do you know my name?"
"Lucky guess...you look like an Igor"
"Or a Quasimodo..." Mk.9 added
"Nah...too pretentious" Jay replied "eithe rlet my friend go, or taste
plasma bolts...." He raised his gun aiming it at Igor.
"JAY!!" Phil yelled "YOU'RE NOT THAT GOOD A SHOT UNLESS YOUR IN A COCKPIT!!
PUT THE GUN DOWN!!!"
"I can hit him Phil..."
"NO YOU CANNOT!!!"
"I can!!" Mk.9 added "With my eyes closed..." a small shutter slid into
place over Mk.9s optical input.
"NOONE SHOOTING ANYONE, EYES OPEN OR NOT!!" Phil yelled, in a girly, squeaky
voice.
"Phil...trust me!" said Jay, flicking off the safety.
It was at this point Efof smashed a bottle over Igor's head from behind,
causing him to drop Phil and make a dash for the bar, diving into the cellar
door chased by a hail of gunfire from Mk.9 and Jay's plasma rifles.
"What the smeg was THAT all about?" asked Katrina
"Maybe he liked my shoes" said Phil "I like my shoes..."
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