(continuation)





"From people." came her reply.



"People? Like, who people?"



"You don't know them."



"You're sure?"



"I'm positive." (click)





well, that was just odd. Ducky had never hung up in the middle of a conversation. Perhaps someone had cut her phone line!



Or...better yet for the plot, mine!



I looked around the room. It was a chilly autumn evening. My window was still out where all the fighting had happened. The cars below roared and hummed bussily down the street below. Everything seemed normal.



A big red funky looking motor cycle came flying down the road and slid to a stop outside of the building across the street.



"(censored) hoodalum!" i shouted to the driver.







to be continued after some jazz