The best laid Flans... I mean, Plans... of hamsters and men.

<STCP Cafeterium>
Commander White Wolf swallowed the last of his Banana milkshake, and
then glanced at the wall chronometer again, and mutter to nobody in
particular "Ahh, Harris should be finding Blotz and the others about
now, I'll catch up with Zorn in the meantime."
The Huge hamster got up from the table and exited the Cafeterium.
Once in the hallway, The huge hamster quickly located a wall of the
STCP headquarters. He looked up where Zorn's offices were located.
The map said his offices were two flights up, and a little further
down. So the overgrown hamster begain heading in the direction of the
nearest stairwell.
On his way to the stairwell, he passed a Security substation, and
noticed the security monitors showing Darken dart down a hallway.
White Wolf stopped as he saw what Darken was leaving behind - A pink
tree hopping up and down of all things!
"Oh, I hope Darken isn't tampering with reality! Because looks like
something that doesn't belong here... What am I saying? I don't
belong here! Heck the only place that would make *sense* is on the
Blue Dwarf." Muttered the huge hamster, before continuing on in
search of the stairwell.
He finally found it, and quickly scrambled up two flights of stairs,
and just as he was bursting through the doors into the hallway, the
fire alarm went off.
The gargantuan hamster paused to see if the fire was on this floor.
It didn't appear to be. But he knew that wouldn't be for long,
especially not after the desatruction darken unleashed downstairs.
The Huge hamster quickly darted down the hallway, checking the names
on each door as he went.
He found the one maked 'Maxillus Zorn' and quickly knocked on the
door with his paws.
"Yes? Please come in." Called a feminine voice from inside.
The huge hamster took a deep breath to steel himself and opened the
door.
The Secretary, Carol, looked up and let out a half cry of
startlement. "Oh, Excuse me... from dealing Blotz and that I should
have expected..."
The huge hamster cut in, "No problem, Miss. I'm somewhat used to
getting that since I became a hamster. May I speak with Mr. Zorn?"
Carol's secretarial training took over, and she immediately
asked "And who may I ask is calling?"
"Mr. White Wolf, And please inform him that this is urgent."
"Thank you." Carol Replied, and punched a button on her recepo-matic
and buzzed Zorn.
"Yes, Carol?" replied Zorn over the intercomm.
"There is a Mr. White Wolf out here to see, and he says he needs to
speak with you urgently. Shall I put him down for an appointment at
5:00 on the 29th of this month?"
"No. Show him in immediately, Carol." Replied Zorn.
Carol looked a bit miffed, but tried not to show it. She got up and
strode towards the next door, and called to the huge hamster as she
opened it, "Come right this way MISTER White Wolf."
The Overgrown hamster walked into Zorn office, and Carol closed the
door behind him rather quickly.
Zorn stood up, saying "Come on in, Mr. White Wolf and have a seat."
and extending his hand to gesture to the Minion Manipulator 3000
chair.
White Wolf glanced at the medium-scale chain mesh seat cover, and
wondered if his fur was going to snagged in it, and grimaced at the
thought. And He inquired "Do you have anything I could cover the
chain mail... If not, I can stand, this shouldn't be long anyways,
and I wouldn't want to snag my fur anyways."
Zorn smiled, "Oh, I don't think you need to worry, Mr. White Wolf. I
recall the fellow who brought in the chair assuring Blotz just a
short while back that the Minion Manipulator 3000's patented chain
mesh covers are puncture resistant and snag-proof. Please, have a
seat."
The huge hamster carefully eased himself into the chair, making sure
he didn't slip or snag.
"Alright, Now that you'd abducted me here, What is it you want Mister
Zorn. I assume it isn't to just simply to inform me that Darken's
been spotted fraternizing with the natives, or that you want to limit
Cubie & Zack's extra curricular activities, Right?"
"Well, actually I do want to limit Cubie's temporal jaunts, but that
isn't why I brought you here. I wanted to talked to you about the D-
gun"
The huge hamster slapped his paw accross his forhead, and griped
outloud, "Oh, Great! Now you went and done it! After my taking so
many pains to keep it hidden from being discovered by Darken, you
foolishly abducted me and exposed the ONE place where it was really
safe! I don't know if I'm going to be able to find a better hiding
place for now than back on the Blue Dwarf!"
"What do you mean?"
"I've got it safely stored inside a specially constructed Nth
Dimentional Pocket Universe, which was proof against sensor
eavesdropping. Or I should say I did, until a short while ago. Who's
knows what Darken is up to now, since you blew my near perfect cover
and even though Cubie's attempt to drag me here allowed me to fully
test my temporial divertor, and got to revist the Medieval ages until
Stewie's Evil other showed up and about squeezed me death. Darken
must be monitoring that point in time, otherwise he wouldn't found us
so quickly."
"Wait a moment. You didn't come directly here?"
"Of course not, I designed the Temporal divertor intending to use it
to through a wrench into the works if Darken decided to try using
some kind of time Scoop to grab me up from my current temporal a
bring me against my will to his lair. It at apparently works for
unexpected Cubie abductions too, which I'd never envisioned."
"I see, so your divertor shunted you into another time period, rather
than allowing Cubie to bring you directly to this time period. And
Darken may not even be aware of your orginal temporal location, on
account of the difficulties in tracing where a temporal transport is
coming from without having an active temporal scanner at the end
point to follow the tunnel against the time tunnels flow back to it's
origin. And we all know it's easier to trace someone from the
origin, because a scanner doesn't to have go against the flow of the
time tunnel."
"Well, thanks for the refresher course in temporal scanning. But,
that still means he'll find out where I've hidden it when you return
all five of us back to the Blue Dwarf."
Zorn rubbed his chin, "Yes, your right about that... Hmmm... Your
Temporal Divertor gives me and idea! There might be a way to salvage
this situation after all."
The huge hamster paused, and then said "Go on. I think I know where
you going with this."
"Well, first if we deal with Major Harris and your friend separate
from you, so not to draw attention to your friends presence from
Darken. I'll assume Darken has no idea that the STCP took Major
Harris two years hence, and sent him back here. So I'll just have
Major Harris run his return program to go back to that time, with
instructions for them to return him back where we collected him.
And we return your other friends indirectly to their timeperiod by
using a special program for Cubie which will limit her time jump
capabilities after that so she can't inadvertantly reveal your
location."
"You'll be using a double or triple time jump program?"
"Precisely. Then all we have to do after that is get you safely back
to your time period, which I think I have a perfect plan for, But due
to the Temporal prime Directive I better not too many details as it
could change things. Does that sound like a plan?"
"Yes, surprisingly, it does. As long as we can gaurantee that Darken
can't torture my temporal location out of anyone involved, such as
yourself or Blotz."
Zorn was programing some hand calculator like while answering, "I
think you can leave that part to me. Here, give this to Cubie, thier
in the interogation section."
Zorn handed the hamster something that looked suspiciously like an 8
sided die, before continuing - "And when your done with that, Call me
with this headset communicator, and I'll give you directions on where
to intercept Darken, Blotz & I should arrive to help you deal with
him. Oh, And you'll need a weapon, take one of the one's Blotz has
left been over there by the door.", Zorn handed White Wolf a headset,
while gesturing to the forgotten weapons leaning up next to the door.
The large hamster took the eight sided die like thing, and the
headset. The huge hamster put the die in a upper vest pocket, and put
on the headset while choosing a weapon for group next to the door.
"Good Luck, Mr. White Wolf!" Called Carol as the huge hamster darted
out the door into the hallway.
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<To Be Continued...>