[Sodium_noir] Re: Team Scarab to the Rescue!

[FlameFlash]

>  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..."

Bast nodded weakly and scrabbled into the Scarabmobile.

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