[Sodium_noir] Re: Team Scarab to the Rescue!

[The Scarab]

The Scarab, Bastette, Sugar Kane
Gold, Silver, Red


[Bastette] crumpled to the floor, onto her knees, retracting
her claws, breathing heavily.  Her right hand resting on her heaving
chest and her left supporting her in a semi-sitting position.

...

Sugar scrabbled to her feet.  A sudden sinking sensation hit her in the
guts and she reeled from the sharp stab to her new found sense of reality.

Staggering backwards, she blinked as if trying to clear her vision.
Her hair, made wild by the ordeal, added to the look of someone who
had just accepted something other than convention would suggest.

Slowly her eyes narrowed as she examined the form of the Scarab.

"I know you..."  Sugar said barely above a whisper.  "We've met before..."

The Scarab stood rock still for a moment before lowering his hands. His 
face motionless as ever, though his body language suggested fatige.

"Yes, we have," he said as the din of the people outside began to crescendo 
once again, bringing them all back to the present.

He touched a small turquoise stone on his collar, which gave a dim green 
glow afterward.

Out in the warehouse, the golden vehicle rose up out of the rubble and 
glided swiftly over to the broken office window, its hatch opening as the 
"workers" below clamored to the disheveled stairs.

"We don't have much time right now," the Scarab's eerie voice said, 
reaffirming the obvious, "everybody in..."

(Let the good TAGs roll...) 
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