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Dante looked at Seymour, who nodded.'Well done Keats, you just volunteered!'
“Volunteered to do what?”
“Secure this area and move to the next objective”
“We could do that” said Jay who had now finally found some
fireproof clothes, but he had burnt his wallet to a cinder, melted his credit
cards, toasted his cash and god forbid scorched his “Parrot’s Elite
Boozer” membership card that allowed him to a free drink at the bar and
discounted kebabs at ‘Abdul’s’. Sadly the only thing he was
trying to fricassee’ was the one thing that survived. The DNA results Keto
had ‘kindly’ provided his with which were shoved into his back
pocket, chances are the Doc’ had printed them on indestructible paper so
that Chrysler couldn’t destroy the evidence.
“Or we could go just over there” Jay pointed at the
enormous city, the outskirts of which were about 100 yard’s from where
the group now stood.
“What about securing the area?” Dante asked “The
natives could steal our craft, download confidential files, anything!”
“They’re Plebe’s” said Phil “Frankly
there’s more chance of Mini-Phil of my scaled-down self choosing to look
away from the female crew.”
In the background a shrill “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
was heard, and the miniature Febuggure ran past Phil clutching his hands to his
flaming ass cheeks.
“What?!” said Jay as Phil stared at him “He was staring
at Alota!”
“All the same” said Dante “I’d feel better if
we had SOME kind of security!”
“Alright” said Phil, a little peeved that Dante seemed to
be giving all the security orders, which was after all, what he was paid for…well
that and terrorising Keto with random ‘search warrants’ “You
take charge of the defence’s, I’ll head into the city with Jay and
the others”
 
Another load “EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeeeeeeeee!” was heard, Phil turned
to see Mini-Phil tripping over Keat’s foot and falling into Dean, several
pieces of whom where scattered across the landscape.
“Oh great now I’m over there…..” said Dean.