The Road To Salvation Act VI: Sub Plots and Broomsticks, Scene II

Clunk!Clunk!Clunk! WE'RE IN A PARKING LOT AND ALL THREE OF US MINIONS CLOSE THE CIVIC'S DOORS. I really hate these things, not the doors. I hate it when we have that brief intermission because of technical difficulties... but sometimes they cannot be helped when critical plot points MUST be conveyed. We meander about as a group slowly making our way towards a Chinese restaurant. It's impossible to move fast because the parking lot is littered with ice patches. My own footing is precarious at best, Minion 3 is cursing up a category four hurricane as he tries to navigate this mine field of frozen water with his crutches. If you remember two and I accidentally dropped him out a window... but anyways... I've gotten to the side walk and to our destination. Embedded within this quaint shopping center is a shanty named the "Peking Palace". GAAHhh! Minion 3 just slipped and fell on his ass, prolly hurt his tibia or tibula or whatever it was that he broke on the way down too. As I mentioned before when he broke it... I don't know much about bones. Except that one little song... leg bones connected to the... err... never mind. I'm creeped out. It's not because the place is scary like a graveyard scary or even my failed attempt at signing... and I totally forgot about how Doc and Erica are desecrating the Euro right now too... but this place is in the sticks and I hate the sticks, country bastards. Give me a metropolitan district any day. Minion 2, "Are you sure about this guy?" Minion 1, "yup..." Minion 2, "And he'll know a way to counter Rilo's magical unicorns?" Minion 1, "It's worth a try..." Minion 1, "Doc was going to recruit this guy but he retired early instead so there was no point for him to bother managing the Koven anymore... and this guy... well he just ended up here, waiting for a chance..." Minion 3, "Speaking of Doc..." Minion 1, "I don't even want to THINK ABOUT IT!" Ah shit. The jig was up. We'd been had. Our gooses had been proverbially cooked. Erica told us that Rilo had squealed on us earlier today. Seriously what's up with that? Huh? It's like we're all twelve here. The thing that's got my hands still shaking is she said that Doc hadn't really decided what to do with us yet... all I know is he plans to be there... at Eternal Reign. For all I know that day may well be my last. With any luck he'll take out Minions 2 and 3 before he can get to me and I can at least have one short laugh at their expense before my life is dispatched in similar fashion. Yeah, that's all I really want. If someone asked me what I want on my tombstone... and I couldn't get pepperoni... I'd want a cheap laugh at their expense before I go. Yet... oddly enough we were commanded to continue with our preparation for this match and to represent the Koven at any costs. I suppose I'll have to learn what that means, but first, it's time for a little hunan chicken... ~Fin~