Gage and New Jersey leande over her shoulder so that they too could see the laptop. Red and blue dots were already popping up on the map.
"That's the jet car." she explained, typing on the keyboard, labeling the indicated dot.
"They're moving it to the garage." jersey pointed out. "The residence hall is there, just a step across from the garage."
"Two red dots there. The door?" Gage mumbled.
"Guards. No signal from inside. Brick walls?" Jessie glanced up at Jersey.
But it was perfect Tommy who answered from where he leaned up against the helicopter. "Re-enforced for extra security. That thing can take a nucular blast and still look pretty." He chuckled at his own thoughts. "With the sort of things those kids cuddle up to it was a necessary precaution."
Both Gage and Knuckles glanced back at him then looked up at Jersey for an explaination.
The doctor shrugged. "Geniuses have a nasty habit of blowing things up. We've had more than one desk land on the floor above."
Gage grinned."Sounde like your sort of neighborhood, Knuckles. Rough and tough and lots of boom."
Knuckles chose to ignore him. She'd pay him back later. Instead, she tapped the computer screen. "the witch would still be playing with your buddies. She won't let the kids back to their labs until the command staff is dead. Too much chance they'll try to protest." She grabbed Gage's wrist and turned it so as to see his watch. "6:42... little later than I like, but the bad guys will still be digging for thier breakfast. Gage, take the bird up and keep them busy here." she pointed to a spot one the map where several green dots were gathered in an open area.
"The stables?" Jersey mumbled.
"Horses, right?" Knuckles waited for confirmation, then told Gage "Stampede the horses. They'll add to the confusion..
Gage nodded, heading for his helicopter. "better move, pretty boy, least you lose what's left of your head."
Perfect Tommy frowned, but did as recomended. His poor head had already been whacked twice. he wasn't too interested in a third wallop.
As the propellers began to turn over their heads, Knuckles reached up and dragged Tommy down beside her. "We'll go in here."
"Over the wall?" Perfect Tommy scratched his head. "I hate to be the one to point it out, but we've mad some security improvements since the last time someone jumped the wall."
Jessie grinned. "He of little faith..."
The Perfect Tommy replica stepped up behind Peggy Banzai and wrapped his arms around her.
"hey!" Peggy snapped, kicking and punching him. "Get the hell off of me!"
The cyborg buried its face in her hair. "Mmm... I just love your smell." it purred.
Buckaroo jerked against his bonds, but it was no use. He helplessly watched his wife struggle. The Cavaliers started their own protest, but the guards moved in, warning them against even breathing.
"Aw, come on, my little beauty... have you never even considered this perfect being, this Perfect Tommy?" it breathed in her ear.
Peggy glanced back at the thing. "Even if I thought of Tommy as anything more than a brother, you are nothing like him!" she grolwed.
"You're right. I'm perfect. He's dead.
Lady Oran de Nathair circled the two. "Where is Dr Sidney Zwibel, Mrs Banzai?" she asked sweetly.
"Go to hell!" the girl snapped back. She cried out as the cyborg tightened his grip around her.
"Let her go!" Buckaroo yelled.
"Excellent idea." Oran observed. She stopped to look at her creation. "She can take pain. Can she take his pain?" she wondered.
the cyborg shoved Peggy aside, sending her smashing to the floor at Rawhide's feet. "i rather play with Bucky anyway." It turned and began to approach the immobolized man.
Suddenly the windows shook as a helicopter flew low over head.
"What the hell..." the cyborg cursed.
For the first time, Oran looked startled. She hurried to the windows and watched the helicopter as it flew back and forth, gaining the attention of everyone in the area. "My creation, stop your playing. Kill them and be done with it!" she ordered, before hurringout of the cafateria.
Perfect Tommy hit the ground hard. Stumbling foreward until the back of his glider dug into the ground, anchoring him to a stop.
"Damn." he hissed, trying to reach the buckles on his shoulders.
Jessie chuckled as she ducked under the wing of the glider and helped him with the buckles. "You handled it like a pro." she complimented. "A blind pro... but a pro none-the-less."
"Speaking of blind..." Tommy mumbled, finnally dropping to the ground, free.
"Where's New Jersey?" Knuckles finished the question for him.
As if in answer, the doctor's glider landed smoothly a few yards away. Showing absolutely no sign that this had been his first time in a glider, he slipped out of the harness. He favored his side a little, noting his broken rib, but, otherwise, he looked fine. He grinned at them. "That was interesting."
"Yea... well..." Tommy grumbled, ruffled that Sidney's landing was noticebly better than his own. he jabbed a finger at his head. "I have a concussion! Right?" He looked to Knuckles for confirmation, but she wasn't paying any attention.
Knuckles was unbuckling a pair of tightly wrapped sacks from under the wing of her glider.
"What are you doing?" Jersey asked.
"getting a little recon." the girl answered. "Get your weapons, boys."
Both Tommy and Jersey returned to their gliders and pulled free the wepons loaned to them by Knuckles. Perfect Tommy had a sawed off shot gun, a Starr Army revolver, and a reloading pistol crossbow. New Jersey kept his Colt .380 automatic pocket pistol, but also carried a WWII Thompson submachine gun.
"What the hell is that?" Tommy demanded, startled by a small bird that snapped his sharp beak at the HKC when they returned.
"Easy, Sacrates." Knuckles coes to the bird, To Tommy she said "This is a Sparrow Hawk, aka American Kestler, falcon sparverius..."
"I get it. It's a bird."
Socrates stretched his blue-gray wings,, then screeched one more warning at Perfect Tommy.
Tommy leaned back, away from the bird, the sharp beak, and his nasty looking talons. But another one screeched at him from atop the glider, sending the Cavalier jumping in the other direction. She shook out her brown wings and wide tail, then blinked curiously at the man.
Knuckles smiled. "Euthy likes you. Guess you have a way with the ladies."
Jersey had to ask: "They are the only ones, right?"
Jessie glanced skyward.
After exchanging nervouse glances, the two men looked up.
