Post by RaceFanX on Apr 18, 2010 1:38:58 GMT -5
And now the action continues. Will our spotted heroes catch on just how much danger London is in or will all the city's Calling soon by handled by the Twilight Bark? Let's find out...
A piece of plaster fell from the ceiling. The floor of the cold, steel kitchen at BBC Television Center looked like a small terrorist bomb had been set off. Dented, burned. The ceiling looked even worse as moonlight shown through a hole about a half a meter in diameter...never mind the fact the kitchen was about three stories down from the roof. And in the middle of all the choas was a little brown Cairn Terrier pup, completely unscathed by the impact that just occured. This was Zeta and almost immediately the pup sprang into action. He whipped open a draw and begin to rifle through its contents which appeared to be cutlery. He pulled out a single steak knife with a wooden handle. He slide it into his maroon collar and darted away from the scene of the crime, through a pair of handleless doors and into a darken, closed cafe. He ran past the tables, chairs sitting on top of them inverted. The only light in the room came from a red Coca-Cola machine and a blue Powerade machine up against the wall, they were always plugged in and illuminated. Zeta ran out of cafe and made a right turn down a hall and into the darkness, it was almost as if he knew where he was headed.
Given the late hour the Television Center was practically empty with only the bare minimum of skelton crew in the building and while some of them heard a bang, most of building's crew just assumed one of those shaky sets for a sci-fi program that was to be shot the next day tipped over, mice or something like that probaly the cause. Only a lone security guard two floors up from the kitchen was looking into it, needless to say he was stunned when he found the hole.
"Edgar, this is Jimmy," said the guard into a walkie-talkie. "Get Brucie in maintence on the horn. We got a legitmate hole in the floor, in fact we've got holes in several floors. Something heavy broke through the roof, got all the way down to the kitchen. Building still seems sound though."
"Got it Jimmy," replied the unseen Edgar over the communicator.
"Can you run back the tapes down there and see what happened?," asked Jimmy.
"Sorry gov, that collapse must have cut a wire because the whole video system is down on that side of the building," replied Edgar
"Roger, I'll look into it myself then," replied Jimmy as he continued his investigation.
A room of cubicles was totally empty and dark. A warm southern wind had resulted in a very nice bit of weather for London lately but it had resulted in the offices being a little on the warm side and an employee had propped the main door to this floor of them open with a chair to help air circulate a little better before his shift ended hours ago. The open door was a lucky break for Sigma as he just ran right in. He moved past three blocks of cubicles, looking somewhat intently at each one before he found one that interested him. Through the darkness one could just make out the name tag, "Monty Piper: Live Broadcast Equipment Allotment." The cairn terrier hopped onto the cubicle's chair then up onto the desk, knocking over, but then re-righting a small plastic statue of a soccer player in a red uniform with a white #7 on it. Focusing on Monty's computer, he jiggled its mouse and its darkened screen lit up and immediately the little pup started searching through the computer's files. He quickly found what he was looking for, diagrams of Wembley Stadium including the locations for the channel's cameras for an upcoming broadcast. They'd have them on the field, in the stands and even one above the stadium on a blimp that appeared would be provided and sponsored by a "Kanine Krunchies" company.
"Perfect," mutted Zeta under his breath, setting the files to print. Piper's printer printer began to buzz to life as the diagrams began to emerge. Zeta then began to search through the computer again, locating an electronic form for a "New Antenna Construction/Installation Work Order." Immediately the pup began to type away filling out the form and pressed a button marked "SEND." Success. As the last few sheets of paper printed out a flash of light suddenly shown through the doorway.
"Hello, anyone in there?"
It was Jimmy the security guard. He had come down the stairs to check the impact point in the kitchen but heard the printer running. Knowing the office staff and all long sense gone home he decided to look into it.
"I heard something running," called Jimmy into the darkness as he flipped on the office's fluorescent lights came on. "Anybody working late?"
Zeta sprung into action, he was not about to let some rent-a-cop ruin this. As the guard began to walk into the office, he silently removed the steak knife from his collar. He propped himself against the wall of the cubicle and when the guard was in range let it fly with a quick flick of the paw. Before Jimmy knew it, he was struck just above the heart.
"AAHHH!," shouted the guard, clearly in a lot of pain. He dropped to the floor. "Officer down! Officer down in the C-block offices, get an ambulance," he shouted into his radio. In the confusion he didn't notice as Zeta folded the printouts up, slide them into his collar and, grabbing a plastic soccer ball decoration off the desk made for the exit. He ran into the hallway and hurtled the ball at the push bar on an emergency exit. It press and opened the door, though sounding an alarm. It was clear sailing from there, with all the focus on the injured guard the cairn terrier exited the building and made off into the night. Walking down the building's front driveway just as a yellow with blue checkerboard-striping Mercedes Ambulance came racing up it in the other direction with its "blues and twos" flashing.
A few hours later Epsilon and Sigma sat sternly above a staircase with the famous St Paul's Cathedral looming in the background. The sun was just starting to rise but the morning commute still about an hour away. The only human around was a jogger in a white and red jumpsuit and he was zoned out listening to a song on his iPod and simply ran past without taking a glance at the dogs. The pair got down to business.
"You think they made it okay?," asked Sigma.
"I know they did, if my calculations are correct they should soon be arriving," replied Epsilon.
Indeed the collie was right as around the corner came an Irish Wolfhound and a Kuvasz pup.
"Welcome to Earth," said Epsilon with just the slightly trace of a smile on his face. "Omega, Iota. It's so good to see you again."
"It's good to be here too old friend," replied Omega the wolfhound. "It's kind of like a retro version of Skayninia, you know, before everyone get 'enlightened'."
"You're debriefings were right, this planet has a serious vermin infestation problem," said Iota the kuvasz. "No matter, humans are a curable problem. No more shelters, no more dog meat or culled puppies. The dog's life shall become much more relevant to the local population once they are upgraded."
Two more dogs came into view, this time a Portuguese Water Dog and a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.
"Well hello," greeted Sigma. "Nu, Kappa, great to see you made it."
"This place is pretty nice," said Kappa, the corgi sporting a smile. "I mean, you know, this urban part is cool but I bet the country sides are really picture-esque. Maybe we could just check it out for a bit, get orientated to the culture and then go ahead with your plan."
"That is not an option, Operation Declawing the Lion must go ahead now," replied Epsilon as the smile left Kappa's face. "There is little use getting use to the culture as it is seeing as how it has now less than than 40 hours to exist."
"The technology level of this planet is almost a dead ringer for our's," said Nu the water dog. "If Zeta has succeeded than I should have no problem adapting the designs for construction from local materials."
Another dog came into view. It was Zeta, plans in paw.
"You may change that 'if' to a 'when' Nu," Zeta said. "The ball is now rolling on the destruction of the United Kingdom and eventually the human race."
"Let me see those," asked Epsilon. Zeta handed the diagrams to him.
"Cameras, broadcast specifics. Wow, you even got diagrams of their blimp," Epsilon said as he looked over the papers."I'm impressed Zeta. Tomorrow it will be true what the people of this planet say about how 'too much TV is can bad for you' but very good for us. Nu how long would it take to construct the device?"
"Maybe 2-3 hours tops with assistance," she replied. "I have already located a store where we can gain supplies. Given that it's Friday, according to the sign on the door the story does open until 10 a.m. we should be about to reach it and aquire the needed goods."
"Excellent, I would like to get it assembled by early afternoon for a system test tonight," replied Epsilon. "Today is shaping up to be a good day."
The alien dogs sprang into action, albeit not rushed. With Epsilon in the lead the dogs all decended the staircase with St Paul's Cathedral still providing a backdrop.
Meanwhile in a rented house in another part of two the day was just starting. It had taken a bit and several bags of Kanine Krunchies but all the various dog bowls placed on the kitchen floor had been filled and then emptied by the canines. The humans had also taken in their breakfast, Roger had cooked and the toast and freshly fried bacon had been good although the scrambled eggs were a little too scrambled and more than a little bit burned. Still, this was vacation and a time to relax. The humans had gone upstairs to get ready for the day while the pups sat in the living room watching TV.
"You are watching the BBC," came a voice from the TV. "Proudly using public tax dollars to fund shows about alien invasions and middle age men screwing around with brand new Porsches. Enjoy your broadcast day."
A news program came on...
"Good morning and let's get down to business. Our top story, a meteor shower strikes London leaving the Millennium Bridge and one of our BBC studios damaged. No one was injured in the shower itself..."
"Wow, a meteor shower with actual damage," said Doc. "That would have been so cool to actually see."
"There's always something happening in this big cities huh," replied Dipstick.
The focus of the day shifted away from the TV report, which started talking about how a deadly cult must be somehow linked to a boy's disappearence and an attack on a security guard, and more toward the day ahead.
"Man, yesterday was so fun I don't know how we're going to top it today," Tippy said with a smile.
"I know, good thing this is a big town and there is still plenty of it to see," said Lita.
"I'd like to see that big car show that's in town," said Sparky.
"Or perhaps the Post Office Tower," added Zare.
"Maybe we could go see the Millennium Dome or that Isle of Dogs I heard about," said Two-Tone. "That sounds like such a romantic spot for getaway doesn't it Lucky."
"Sort of, Two-Tone you know it's not an actual island of dogs," responded Lucky.
"I know but it still seems a little romantic," she responded. A few dogs got a chuckle out of Lucky and Two-Tone starting to get all "lovely-dovely" before the focus shifted away as the Dearlys decended the stairs with a large number of leashes. The family would indeed start the day on a romantic note, by taking a walk through the park where Pongo and Perdita first brought Roger and Anita together. After a few minutes of hooking up the large family was off down the street.
The walk down the sidewalk to the park was moving at a brisk pace for the Dearlys. However traffic was a little backed up on the road though, a road crew was out trying to fix a hole in the road from in front of the "Florida Trevor's Discount Electronic Deals!" store. Down an alley way next to Florida Trevor's and just out of view from the road a door had very clearly been knocked off its hinges with a security alarm next to it cut and disabled. If this wasn't enough to raise suspicions the sight of several pups of various breeds going in and out and making off with circuit boards, wiring and various other equipment should have but most people at this hour where more concerned about getting to work. Kappa was just about to go in for another run as Nu came out the door with some pieces of a remote.
"Don't bother going in," she said. "We've got all we need, Epsilon's getting the last circuit now."
"Ah, okay," replied the corgi, deciding to pause in the alley for a moment until the boss came out as Nu dashed off. Out of the corner of his eyes two adult dalmatians walked by the end of the alley followed by a puppy...and another...and another...and then what seemed like an endless amount of dalmatians with a few other dogs mixed in.
One of the pups caught a wif of the dog in the alley and decided to say hi. This was Cloud, one of the more innoncent of the pups.
"Hello Mr. Corgi! Beautiful day isn't it," Cloud barked happily. "I'm going for a walk."
"Ah, yeah...sure it is," replied Kappa, mainly trying not to be rude in his response.
"We're going to the park," said Cloud. "It should be very pretty."
Kappa still looked a little disturbed someone was trying to strike up a conversation. He'd love nothing more than have a nice conversation with the pup but knew Epsilon would be out in few moments and that he probably need to avoid talking to Cloud. His uneasy caught the attention of a few of the other passing pups, who thought he was just a dog who didn't want to talk.
"Come on Cloud," said Lucky. "He's proably a busy dog."
"Yeah," added Doc. "He's probably a guard dog or something and has to focus on his job."
As other pups like Tammy, Konami, Wizzer and Cecilia walked by Cloud, Doc and Lucky were just turning to leave when a certain border collie emerged from the store with a circuit board placed in his collar.
"Kappa what are you doing just sitting there, we need to go," said the collie.
"Yes Epsilon," he replied, the others in their group peeking around from behind the alley.
Both sides suddenly caught a look at each other and as different as the dogs and their attitudes were their responses from both sides was identical.
"What the heck are you doing here?!"
A piece of plaster fell from the ceiling. The floor of the cold, steel kitchen at BBC Television Center looked like a small terrorist bomb had been set off. Dented, burned. The ceiling looked even worse as moonlight shown through a hole about a half a meter in diameter...never mind the fact the kitchen was about three stories down from the roof. And in the middle of all the choas was a little brown Cairn Terrier pup, completely unscathed by the impact that just occured. This was Zeta and almost immediately the pup sprang into action. He whipped open a draw and begin to rifle through its contents which appeared to be cutlery. He pulled out a single steak knife with a wooden handle. He slide it into his maroon collar and darted away from the scene of the crime, through a pair of handleless doors and into a darken, closed cafe. He ran past the tables, chairs sitting on top of them inverted. The only light in the room came from a red Coca-Cola machine and a blue Powerade machine up against the wall, they were always plugged in and illuminated. Zeta ran out of cafe and made a right turn down a hall and into the darkness, it was almost as if he knew where he was headed.
Given the late hour the Television Center was practically empty with only the bare minimum of skelton crew in the building and while some of them heard a bang, most of building's crew just assumed one of those shaky sets for a sci-fi program that was to be shot the next day tipped over, mice or something like that probaly the cause. Only a lone security guard two floors up from the kitchen was looking into it, needless to say he was stunned when he found the hole.
"Edgar, this is Jimmy," said the guard into a walkie-talkie. "Get Brucie in maintence on the horn. We got a legitmate hole in the floor, in fact we've got holes in several floors. Something heavy broke through the roof, got all the way down to the kitchen. Building still seems sound though."
"Got it Jimmy," replied the unseen Edgar over the communicator.
"Can you run back the tapes down there and see what happened?," asked Jimmy.
"Sorry gov, that collapse must have cut a wire because the whole video system is down on that side of the building," replied Edgar
"Roger, I'll look into it myself then," replied Jimmy as he continued his investigation.
A room of cubicles was totally empty and dark. A warm southern wind had resulted in a very nice bit of weather for London lately but it had resulted in the offices being a little on the warm side and an employee had propped the main door to this floor of them open with a chair to help air circulate a little better before his shift ended hours ago. The open door was a lucky break for Sigma as he just ran right in. He moved past three blocks of cubicles, looking somewhat intently at each one before he found one that interested him. Through the darkness one could just make out the name tag, "Monty Piper: Live Broadcast Equipment Allotment." The cairn terrier hopped onto the cubicle's chair then up onto the desk, knocking over, but then re-righting a small plastic statue of a soccer player in a red uniform with a white #7 on it. Focusing on Monty's computer, he jiggled its mouse and its darkened screen lit up and immediately the little pup started searching through the computer's files. He quickly found what he was looking for, diagrams of Wembley Stadium including the locations for the channel's cameras for an upcoming broadcast. They'd have them on the field, in the stands and even one above the stadium on a blimp that appeared would be provided and sponsored by a "Kanine Krunchies" company.
"Perfect," mutted Zeta under his breath, setting the files to print. Piper's printer printer began to buzz to life as the diagrams began to emerge. Zeta then began to search through the computer again, locating an electronic form for a "New Antenna Construction/Installation Work Order." Immediately the pup began to type away filling out the form and pressed a button marked "SEND." Success. As the last few sheets of paper printed out a flash of light suddenly shown through the doorway.
"Hello, anyone in there?"
It was Jimmy the security guard. He had come down the stairs to check the impact point in the kitchen but heard the printer running. Knowing the office staff and all long sense gone home he decided to look into it.
"I heard something running," called Jimmy into the darkness as he flipped on the office's fluorescent lights came on. "Anybody working late?"
Zeta sprung into action, he was not about to let some rent-a-cop ruin this. As the guard began to walk into the office, he silently removed the steak knife from his collar. He propped himself against the wall of the cubicle and when the guard was in range let it fly with a quick flick of the paw. Before Jimmy knew it, he was struck just above the heart.
"AAHHH!," shouted the guard, clearly in a lot of pain. He dropped to the floor. "Officer down! Officer down in the C-block offices, get an ambulance," he shouted into his radio. In the confusion he didn't notice as Zeta folded the printouts up, slide them into his collar and, grabbing a plastic soccer ball decoration off the desk made for the exit. He ran into the hallway and hurtled the ball at the push bar on an emergency exit. It press and opened the door, though sounding an alarm. It was clear sailing from there, with all the focus on the injured guard the cairn terrier exited the building and made off into the night. Walking down the building's front driveway just as a yellow with blue checkerboard-striping Mercedes Ambulance came racing up it in the other direction with its "blues and twos" flashing.
A few hours later Epsilon and Sigma sat sternly above a staircase with the famous St Paul's Cathedral looming in the background. The sun was just starting to rise but the morning commute still about an hour away. The only human around was a jogger in a white and red jumpsuit and he was zoned out listening to a song on his iPod and simply ran past without taking a glance at the dogs. The pair got down to business.
"You think they made it okay?," asked Sigma.
"I know they did, if my calculations are correct they should soon be arriving," replied Epsilon.
Indeed the collie was right as around the corner came an Irish Wolfhound and a Kuvasz pup.
"Welcome to Earth," said Epsilon with just the slightly trace of a smile on his face. "Omega, Iota. It's so good to see you again."
"It's good to be here too old friend," replied Omega the wolfhound. "It's kind of like a retro version of Skayninia, you know, before everyone get 'enlightened'."
"You're debriefings were right, this planet has a serious vermin infestation problem," said Iota the kuvasz. "No matter, humans are a curable problem. No more shelters, no more dog meat or culled puppies. The dog's life shall become much more relevant to the local population once they are upgraded."
Two more dogs came into view, this time a Portuguese Water Dog and a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.
"Well hello," greeted Sigma. "Nu, Kappa, great to see you made it."
"This place is pretty nice," said Kappa, the corgi sporting a smile. "I mean, you know, this urban part is cool but I bet the country sides are really picture-esque. Maybe we could just check it out for a bit, get orientated to the culture and then go ahead with your plan."
"That is not an option, Operation Declawing the Lion must go ahead now," replied Epsilon as the smile left Kappa's face. "There is little use getting use to the culture as it is seeing as how it has now less than than 40 hours to exist."
"The technology level of this planet is almost a dead ringer for our's," said Nu the water dog. "If Zeta has succeeded than I should have no problem adapting the designs for construction from local materials."
Another dog came into view. It was Zeta, plans in paw.
"You may change that 'if' to a 'when' Nu," Zeta said. "The ball is now rolling on the destruction of the United Kingdom and eventually the human race."
"Let me see those," asked Epsilon. Zeta handed the diagrams to him.
"Cameras, broadcast specifics. Wow, you even got diagrams of their blimp," Epsilon said as he looked over the papers."I'm impressed Zeta. Tomorrow it will be true what the people of this planet say about how 'too much TV is can bad for you' but very good for us. Nu how long would it take to construct the device?"
"Maybe 2-3 hours tops with assistance," she replied. "I have already located a store where we can gain supplies. Given that it's Friday, according to the sign on the door the story does open until 10 a.m. we should be about to reach it and aquire the needed goods."
"Excellent, I would like to get it assembled by early afternoon for a system test tonight," replied Epsilon. "Today is shaping up to be a good day."
The alien dogs sprang into action, albeit not rushed. With Epsilon in the lead the dogs all decended the staircase with St Paul's Cathedral still providing a backdrop.
Meanwhile in a rented house in another part of two the day was just starting. It had taken a bit and several bags of Kanine Krunchies but all the various dog bowls placed on the kitchen floor had been filled and then emptied by the canines. The humans had also taken in their breakfast, Roger had cooked and the toast and freshly fried bacon had been good although the scrambled eggs were a little too scrambled and more than a little bit burned. Still, this was vacation and a time to relax. The humans had gone upstairs to get ready for the day while the pups sat in the living room watching TV.
"You are watching the BBC," came a voice from the TV. "Proudly using public tax dollars to fund shows about alien invasions and middle age men screwing around with brand new Porsches. Enjoy your broadcast day."
A news program came on...
"Good morning and let's get down to business. Our top story, a meteor shower strikes London leaving the Millennium Bridge and one of our BBC studios damaged. No one was injured in the shower itself..."
"Wow, a meteor shower with actual damage," said Doc. "That would have been so cool to actually see."
"There's always something happening in this big cities huh," replied Dipstick.
The focus of the day shifted away from the TV report, which started talking about how a deadly cult must be somehow linked to a boy's disappearence and an attack on a security guard, and more toward the day ahead.
"Man, yesterday was so fun I don't know how we're going to top it today," Tippy said with a smile.
"I know, good thing this is a big town and there is still plenty of it to see," said Lita.
"I'd like to see that big car show that's in town," said Sparky.
"Or perhaps the Post Office Tower," added Zare.
"Maybe we could go see the Millennium Dome or that Isle of Dogs I heard about," said Two-Tone. "That sounds like such a romantic spot for getaway doesn't it Lucky."
"Sort of, Two-Tone you know it's not an actual island of dogs," responded Lucky.
"I know but it still seems a little romantic," she responded. A few dogs got a chuckle out of Lucky and Two-Tone starting to get all "lovely-dovely" before the focus shifted away as the Dearlys decended the stairs with a large number of leashes. The family would indeed start the day on a romantic note, by taking a walk through the park where Pongo and Perdita first brought Roger and Anita together. After a few minutes of hooking up the large family was off down the street.
The walk down the sidewalk to the park was moving at a brisk pace for the Dearlys. However traffic was a little backed up on the road though, a road crew was out trying to fix a hole in the road from in front of the "Florida Trevor's Discount Electronic Deals!" store. Down an alley way next to Florida Trevor's and just out of view from the road a door had very clearly been knocked off its hinges with a security alarm next to it cut and disabled. If this wasn't enough to raise suspicions the sight of several pups of various breeds going in and out and making off with circuit boards, wiring and various other equipment should have but most people at this hour where more concerned about getting to work. Kappa was just about to go in for another run as Nu came out the door with some pieces of a remote.
"Don't bother going in," she said. "We've got all we need, Epsilon's getting the last circuit now."
"Ah, okay," replied the corgi, deciding to pause in the alley for a moment until the boss came out as Nu dashed off. Out of the corner of his eyes two adult dalmatians walked by the end of the alley followed by a puppy...and another...and another...and then what seemed like an endless amount of dalmatians with a few other dogs mixed in.
One of the pups caught a wif of the dog in the alley and decided to say hi. This was Cloud, one of the more innoncent of the pups.
"Hello Mr. Corgi! Beautiful day isn't it," Cloud barked happily. "I'm going for a walk."
"Ah, yeah...sure it is," replied Kappa, mainly trying not to be rude in his response.
"We're going to the park," said Cloud. "It should be very pretty."
Kappa still looked a little disturbed someone was trying to strike up a conversation. He'd love nothing more than have a nice conversation with the pup but knew Epsilon would be out in few moments and that he probably need to avoid talking to Cloud. His uneasy caught the attention of a few of the other passing pups, who thought he was just a dog who didn't want to talk.
"Come on Cloud," said Lucky. "He's proably a busy dog."
"Yeah," added Doc. "He's probably a guard dog or something and has to focus on his job."
As other pups like Tammy, Konami, Wizzer and Cecilia walked by Cloud, Doc and Lucky were just turning to leave when a certain border collie emerged from the store with a circuit board placed in his collar.
"Kappa what are you doing just sitting there, we need to go," said the collie.
"Yes Epsilon," he replied, the others in their group peeking around from behind the alley.
Both sides suddenly caught a look at each other and as different as the dogs and their attitudes were their responses from both sides was identical.
"What the heck are you doing here?!"