Brotherhood gone bonkers 4   von Aqua111
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Snow fell gently and covered the world with a soft white blanket. It was the
time of peacefulness - or boredom, depending on the point of view.
The Guardians - minus Athair - slouched on the seats in the conference room. At
such outdoor temperatures even the most evil individuals rather decided to stay
inside and all the members of the Brotherhood could do at the moment was
watching over falling snow.
"We should really use our spare time to do something productive in Haven again",
Sabre said after a while, "Aside of the stuff that normally belongs to our
duties I mean. How long has it been since our base got the last full cleaning?"
"Must have been at the time when Athair returned and wrecked havoc in Haven",
Spectre answered.
"That was over a year ago. Some of us at least keep their rooms clean but we
barely care what the rest looks like."
"We are bachelors, Sabre", Sojourner said and yawned. "That means that we are
allowed to let our dirty dishes rot away in the sink and let the dustbunnies
breed. Who would we want to impress with a tidy Haven anyways?"
"Just because we are allowed to doesn't mean we HAVE to", Spectre frowned.
"Besides we would feel more comfortable in a cleaned Haven."
"No wonder my son is on permanent search for females but never gets one",
Thunderhawk grumbled, "The ladies simply don't want to have someone who decided
to live like a hobo."
"I'm NOT living like a hobo", Sojourner defended himself, "The stuff in my room
is clearly sorted so don't even try to blame it on me if the rest of Haven is a
complete mess."
"I rather think his room is the bigger problem", now Locke threw in as well.
"How many women would want to stay in the porn chamber of doom if they don't get
paid for it?"
"Will you kindly stop arguing?" Spectre loudly said. "Sabre's idea was a good
one. Before we are sitting around all day long and don't know what to do we
should rather go on a cleaning spree. Does anyone know where Athair is? He might
not be a big help but I rather want to see him as a not so helpful member of a
cleaning team who is supervised by at least one of the team members than let him
roam around Have freely while we all are busy and not paying attention on what
he's doing."
"Last time I saw him he was playing in the hangar", Sabre said.
"Alright, then I would say we split up into three teams at first. Locke and
Sojourner, you clean up the lab. Thunderhawk and me will take care of the
library. Sabre, I don't think the hangar needs too much cleaning but try to
convince Athair of how much fun it is."
"Why do I have to work together with Sojourner?" Locke complained. "The last
time he was near my lab he burned it half and covered the other half in tomato
juice."
"I told you I didn't do it", Sojourner whined, "It was Athair's fault. I only
was an innocent bystander."
"Stop it, you two", Spectre said, "If I let Sojourner team up with Thunderhawk
it would end up in a catfight, with Athair it would be a catastrophe and with me
it would end in a blood bath. Sabre would be the one with the strongest nerves
but I already need him to keep Athair under control. So I'm sorry, Locke, but
you have to deal with him for now."
"Well, thanks that you have such a high opinion of me, grandfather", Sojourner
grumbled but then still followed Locke when the younger Guardian was about to
leave the room.

When Sabre entered the hangar he found Athair on top of one of their jets. It
looked as if he was raking the plane.
Sabre watched him in bewilderment for a while before he asked, "Uhm, what on
Mobius are you doing?"
"Someone left one of the gates a little bit opened during autumn", was the
answer. "Now all of the leaves came in. We really should use these jets more
often because then we would have discovered it earlier."
"But I have been in the hangar just a few minutes ago. I didn't notice any
leaves on top of the planes."
The older Guardian scratched the back of his head and reluctantly answered, "Uh,
well, before there were just some on the floor - piles someone who obviously
cared about the look of the hangar and the machines in there has made - I think
it had been Locke - but I wanted to make it look even tidier by making just one
pile out of them. I used the leaf blower, first the leaves were all stuck on the
ceiling and then they rained down on the jets."
Sabre facepalmed. Maybe it was better to lock Athair in the hangar than to let
him help cleaning or else Haven would end up looking like a battlefield.

~~~***~~~

"Actually I don't really need help", Locke said, "I know how to categorize the
stuff in the lab. But since Spectre wants us to stay together for now just find
yourself some cables to untangle or collect the loose screws and put them
together on one place - anything where you don't need to sort things and could
destroy my own order. And be careful where you step."
"Yeah, yeah", Sojourner muttered. He wanted to give Locke his own piece of mind
but he still clearly remembered his great-grandson's reaction after the tomatoes
exploded over the shelves. It was better not to disgruntle Locke as long as they
were still in his territory.
The younger Guardian climbed up the shelves.
"Here, can you hold that for a second?" he called and then tossed Sojourner some
small device.
The green vested male turned it over and looked at it for a few seconds - that
thing looked like a modem but in Locke's case one could never be sure if it
didn't blow up any second. So far it had remained harmless however so Sojourner
just shrugged and put the thing on the floor. He then got his own ladder and
climbed up the shelves as well to find something that could keep him busy.
Collecting screws didn't sound like such a bad idea.

He already had collected quite a few and just wanted to switch his ladder to
another part of the shelf when he noticed another screw between the wall and
something that looked like a washing machine. What on Mobius was a washing
machine doing up the shelves. Knowing it had been redesigned by Locke it was
probably capable of flying to the moon.
Sojourner tried to get the screw without touching the washing machine but it was
stuck and didn't move a millimetre. Carefully he tugged on the machine but since
he also couldn't get it away from its position at first he grabbed it with both
hands and jerked with all his strength and this time it slipped away from the
wall - and out of the shelf. Sojourner couldn't hold its weight and only watch
in horror how the machine fell and hit the floor. Locke spun around when he
heard the noise but then sighed in relief.
"Oh, that... Don't mind it, that thing can take a lot. Just leave it where it
is."
Sojourner still climbed down to check it. He believed he had heard a little
crack and now prayed to Aurora that it only had been the floor.
"Locke?" he said after examining it, fear in his voice. "I think your modem
won't work anymore."
"Why?"
"Because a washing machine landed on it."
The young Guardian slowly turned around and stared at both, Sojourner and the
machine in shock but then his eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth.
"Get out of this lab as long as you still can", he silently said, "or else you
will be carried out - on a bier."
Sojourner didn't need to be told twice. Within the blink of an eye he turned
tail and dashed out of the room.

~~~***~~~

When Sojourner entered the hangar - it was the furthest room from the lab - he
saw that the roof of one of the jets was burning. The Guardian gawked for a
while before he noticed the two others who were hectically running around.
"No, father, I said water! Don't pour paint on it!" Sabre shouted when he came
back with the fire extinguisher. "AND DON'T EVEN DARE TO TOUCH THE KEROSENE!!"
Without Athair's help the fire was put out within a few short minutes.
"At least the leaves are now gone", Athair tried to cheer his still mad son up.
"And if you don't like the look of a charred plane we still can paint the black
parts over."
"With the greyish-brown liquid you have created by pouring all the different
paint colours together into one large bucket because you thought the small
buckets took away too much space?" Sabre sounded as if he tried his best to keep
his temper under control. "No, thanks. I don't want to travel with a jet that
looks as if someone with diarrhoea has used it as toilet. Can't you please leave
this hangar and destroy something else while I clean up in here?"
"No, because I have made this mess and now I also want to help you clean it up",
Athair said with a smile and happily bounced away.
Sabre threw his hands up in horror. "Will I never get rid of this lunatic?"
"I think that problem can be easily solved", now Sojourner said. He walked to
the door and opened it. "Hey, Athair, look!"
"Yay, snow!" Athair let out a happy cry and dashed outside.
Sojourner threw the door shut behind him and walked to Sabre who was still
shivering with suppressed anger.
"Why has he set the jets on fire anyways?"
"Because he wanted to show me a fast way to get rid of the leaves."
"The leaves... On the jets... I better don't ask... But before we clean this
mess up we should better go to the kitchen and get you a cup of tea. Or some hot
chocolate. Or whatever we can still find in the fridge that will help you to
calm down. It's frightening to see you that angry."

~~~***~~~

All the library needed was a bit of dusting and vacuum cleaning and so
Thunderhawk and Spectre were done in there after a few minutes and went over to
the kitchen. With two fingers the lavender male picked up a dirty plate and held
it far away from him as if he was afraid it could bite him.
"Ew, we should do the dishes more often. There's already mould growing on
that."
"I'm rather worried about our food", Spectre said while he tried to scratch a
deep frozen prawn off the back of the fridge. "The several packs of milk seem to
be the only fresh stuff in here because they are regularly needed for the coffee
machine. But the rest of the few things in there... Let's just say if I knock on
this can of spam I'm sure the meat would tell me to come in. When was the last
time we have eaten something?"
"I'm not sure about the others but I found a deep frozen pizza."
"No, I mean real food. Something with ingredients that needs to be prepared and
not simply put into the oven or the microwave."
"I'm not sure but I think that was when Dimitri tried to make pancakes for us."
"Which also had been about a year ago. We really should buy some food in the
nearest future."
That moment Sojourner and Sabre entered the kitchen.
"Finished with cleaning already?" Thunderhawk asked, made sure that Spectre
wasn't looking and then quickly threw the mouldy plate into the trash can. "And
where have you let Locke and Athair?"
"Locke is still cleaning up his lab and I wouldn't go anywhere near him if I
want to see another day", Sojourner explained and started searching through the
cupboards. "And Athair is playing in the snow I guess. We are only here for a
cup of tea and then we will either finish cleaning the hangar or help you in the
kitchen if you need it."
"Then good luck with the tea", Spectre said. "And if you find some rather try to
sell it than to use it because tea from Haven is so rare it would be worth more
than platinum."
He now had given up working on the shrimp and looked at other deep fried or
rotten stuff and the metal bars that were covered with something brown - he
hoped that it was just rust - and wondered if it wasn't better to throw away the
whole fridge and get a new one instead of trying to clean it.
Frustrated Sojourner stopped searching. In a house of pure coffee drinkers no
one cared if there was tea or not.
"The next time someone is in the city he should buy some tea."
"And some food unless we want to starve", Spectre said.
"And new dishes", Thunderhawk added.
"And a fridge", Spectre said, "I think whoever wants to go to the city should
still do it today."
"We also could need new paint and kerosene", Sabre said bleakly.
"I can go shopping", Sojourner quickly replied in the hope he could escape the
cleaning frenzy.
"But you will need someone with you", Spectre noted. "I don't think you can
carry all that stuff out of the mall on your own. Maybe Athair..."
"Only if we want to burn Echidnaopolis down", Sabre said.
"Oh no", Thunderhawk groaned, "not these two. I don't think we have the money to
rebuild a whole city. Rather let me go and have an eye on Sojourner."
"Well thanks for trusting me that much, father", Sojourner huffed.
"And send Athair in", Spectre called when the two were about to leave the room.
"He shall clean his own room. The last time I tried to get in there I was buried
by a flood of stuff. I don't think anyone cares if he starts the destruction
within his own four walls."

~~~***~~~

Thunderhawk quickly shoved the deep frozen Athair back into the hangar then he
and Sojourner boarded one of the jets - one that didn't look half burned - and
left for the city. The shopping mall outside of Echidnaopolis was their
destination because in there they could find everything they needed without
having to run through the whole city searching for it.
While they were standing in the atrium and Thunderhawk was studying the position
plan where they could find what shops Sojourner looked up at the different
floors and shops, mouth open in amazement.
"Whoa, this building is huge. I bet they have every single shop imaginable." A
grin wandered on his face. "Heh, I would really want to see..."
"No you won't visit that shop", Thunderhawk who knew what that look on his son's
face meant sharply said. "We are here to get supply for Haven and not for your
amusement. And now come." He turned around and headed for the escalator when he
noticed Sojourner didn't follow. "What are you waiting for?" he asked and turned
his head. Several people were passing by but his son could nowhere be seen. The
lavender Guardian let out a cry of rage. "Where in Aurora's name has he got to?
Can't I take that boy anywhere without having to watch over him like over a
toddler?"
He stomped off to search for him. The mall might have been large but a Guardian
still would have stand out like a lighthouse in the middle of a desert. It was
very likely that a lot of people had seen him.

One hour later and still no sign of Sojourner. This time the younger Guardian
had made sure that no one followed him. Exasperatedly Thunderhawk walked over
the winter market that was located in the middle of the atrium and leaned
against one of the booths that sold food and drinks.
"Someone doesn't seem to be in the happiest mood. Maybe a cup of orange punch
will cheer you up?" the stall-keeper said.
Thunderhawk turned around and confusedly blinked at the guy behind the counter
for a few seconds before he asked, "Hey, aren't you the barkeeper whose bar I
once nearly drank empty? You should have stopped me."
"No, I think you mean my half-brother Idon Care. My name is Walt Ever and I'm
selling clothes delivering pizza and in my spare time I'm driving subway trains.
Aren't you a Guardian? There once had been a Guardian who ordered his pizza with
naked ladies on it. What a weirdo... And don't wonder if I get teleported away
once in a while. I'm just a plot point so that means I have to be everywhere an
unnamed Echidna side character is needed. Wouldn't surprise me if I or my
brother even ended up as a punk one day. So, do you want to have an orange
punch?"
Thunderhawk who had stared at him with lightly opened mouth now vigorously shook
his head and answered, "Uhm, yes, but this time make sure I don't empty your
stock."
"Oh, don't worry. I have enough supply to get a whole army drunk."

Sojourner left the bookshop he had spent the whole time in. He might know half
of "Pride and prejudice" now - the book he thought best to hide behind - but at
least he could be sure that Thunderhawk had lost his trace. The nearby video
rental store looked interesting enough. For sure they had an adult section as
well.
That the 18+ section was protected by a security guy was something new and even
stranger it was that he stopped Sojourner.
"Hey, can't you see that I'm over 18 years old?", the Guardian complained then
he added, "Wait a minute, aren't you the pizza guy I once annoyed with one of my
orders?"
"No, you must mistake me for my brother Walt", Idon Care replied. "And I can't
simply let you pass because you look older. You could also be a 16 year old who
knows how to make himself look older with make-up. First you have to answer
three questions. Answer them right and you are allowed to pass but if you answer
them wrong you will have to meet your fate."
"And what is my fate then?"
"You won't be able to browse through the 18+ videos", was the simple answer.
"Oh... I thought of something more dramatically the way you said that."
"I'm just a security member of a mall. What have you awaited? That I open the
cracks of doom in the middle of the shop?"
Sojourner sighed. "Okay, okay, just start with the questions and let me enter."
"Alright, let's start. What is your quest?"
"I thought it was obvious that I wanted to get some videos."
"What is your favourite colour?"
"Green." If the last question also was that easy Sojourner awaited to see a lot
of 16 year olds with theatre make-up in that section.
"What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
"What the..." But then Sojourner thought about it for a few seoncds. "Wait, do
you mean the ones from Angel Island or Mercia?"
Idon cursed. "Damn, I don't even know what's the difference between them.
Alright you can go in." He turned around and walked away.
"Hey, where are you going?" Sojourner called after him. 
"Shift change. I don't think that a security guy who doesn't even know the
answers to his own questions can be allowed in front of the 18+ section any
longer."
The Guardian unbelievingly shook his head before he continued his shopping tour.
Good to know that his family members weren't the only nutters.

~~~***~~~

Spectre only threw a short gaze into Athair's room when he passed it by but a
few steps later he stopped short, and ran back to take a closer look. No, he had
seen it right - the younger Guardian was really mowing his carpet with a lawn
mower.
The dark furred male blinked dumbfounded for several more seconds before he
finally brought out, "What on Mobius are you doing?"
"The shorter it is the less dust it can catch", Athair answered proud of his
great idea. "And that way I can also get rid of the annoying paper clips."
Spectre facepalmed. "Uhh, do whatever you want but please do it in your room
only."

"Are you sure it is okay that we go in here? It's Sojourners room after all and
I don't think he will be too pleased if he finds out someone entered it without
his permission", Locke asked sheepishly. He wasn't too happy about the idea to
enter the porn chamber of doom.
"Come on, all we do in here is a bit of dust cleaning. We don't re-organize the
whole room or take something with us", Sabre said. "Besides if you want to tell
me that you are afraid of a few naked women you really should yourself get
checked."
"I'm not afraid of a few", the younger Guardian protested, "I just don't want to
walk through a whole nudist camp of females."
And how much could they do in his room anyways? Not much else than cleaning the
floor since his collection surely wouldn't gather dust knowing how often each
item was touched and moved around.
"Hey, look at that", Sabre said with a grin and dragged a pair of pink panties
forth from under the bed. "I didn't know Sojourner is wearing pink in his spare
time. Or has he actually once managed to get a real female into his bed and we
didn't even notice it? A really abstracted or drunken one or else she wouldn't
have forgotten her underwear. Or would have entered the room in first place."
"I really hope this belongs to Sojourner", Locke noted and pointed at the big
Hello Kitty print on the panties, "or else our Casanova will be in big trouble
with youth protection law."
Sabre climbed on the bed and took a look at the shelf above it. "And now I can
also imagine Sojourner wearing pink stuff in his spare time. I didn't know he
owns so many DVDs of the movies with P."
"What, you didn't know that he owns a lot of porn?"
"No, not porn movies - Powerpuff Girls."
Now Locke jumped on the bed as well. That was something he wanted to see with
his own eyes. And really, he had a whole collection of the girly kids' series.
Oh what a shame that they now couldn't razz him about it or else they also would
have had to confess that they had been in his room.

~~~***~~~

"What on Mobius is wrong with that guy?" the shopkeeper asked.
Remington looked in the same direction and saw Thunderhawk, nose pressed flat on
the shop window. He drooled on the glass and when he saw Remington he tried to
wave.
The constable turned around again and felt ashamed when he explained, "That is
... just one of the Guardians. That's just perfectly normal. Please ignore it."
There should be a law that forbid crazy Guardians to appear on public places.
Remington quickly paid and ran outside. Whatever Thunderhawk had eaten, drunken
or even smoked yet again he had to prevent the Guardian from doing more
embarrassing things. The lavender furred male had disappeared already but he
surely couldn't be far. He hadn't looked as if he could run too fast.
Only a few seconds later a refrigerator was flying through the gates of an
electronics shop and crashed on the floor. Thunderhawk dashed out as well,
jumped on top of the fridge and snarled at the people who were coming closer.
"That's mine! I haven't set the alarm off so I haven't stolen it. Leave me and
my baby alone!"
Remington squeezed through between the people and stood protectively in front of
the Guardian and his fridge.
"Everything is alright", he loudly said. "I'm from the EST and I will take care
of this guy."
"I think you will have to catch him first", someone said, "He just jumped off
and ran away."
The constable cursed and spun around but one of the shopkeepers called him
back.
"Hey, and what's with the fridge now?"
"Is it damaged?"
"No, it's still working fine."
"Then shove it back into the shop."
Remington just wanted to leave when he was called back another time. His face
was twitching when he turned around again.
"What now?"
"But the Guardian showed us a shopping list and it clearly said that he needed a
refrigerator."
"Great, then I'll pay it for now." He dragged out some bank notes and pressed
them into the shopkeeper's hands. "Here, the rest is for you. Can I finally go
now?"
But he hadn't come further than a few steps when the shopkeeper called again,
"You have forgotten the fridge! We can't let it stand around on the corridor the
whole time."
"Then wrap a leash around it and I'll drag it behind me, for crying out loud!"

Some minutes later a very peeved Remington stomped through the corridors. The
fridge on the leash he pulled behind him made ruts on the mall floor.
"Have you seen a lavender furred Guardian?" he asked some random shopper. "He
probably was doing something stupid."
"I just saw someone who tried to swim in the floor."
"Yes, that's definitely him."
"Constable Remington, is something wrong?"
Sojourner had just left a shop. He carried some bags with the logos of grocery
stores and a few innocent looking brown bags that immediately told everyone, "I
was in an erotic shop."
"No, everything is great", Remington huffed. "I'm just looking for the alcoholic
in your family for he is wrecking havoc in the mall."
"Can't I ever go shopping without getting into a catastrophe?" Sojourner
muttered. "Alright, I will search for him."

~~~***~~

It was hard to believe that Locke nearly lived in the surveillance room the way
it looked. Or maybe that was the reason. Dust, forgotten plates that once had
food on them, old coffee cups. But at least the computer terminals looked as if
they were taken good care of.
'Good to know that he still remembers to change clothes from time to time',
Spectre thought when he pulled a dirty sock forth from under an old plate, 'but
does he have to do that in the surveillance room?' His great-grandson definitely
spent too much time in front of these screens. And what was a cactus doing here?
That rather belonged into one of their sleeping rooms than into the surveillance
room. He tossed it on a pile of clothes.
Athair happily bounced in. "Hey, do you need my help here? I'm finished cleaning
my room and I'm bored."
"No, thanks, it's not that much work after all", Spectre answered. He wanted
everything in this room to be still in one piece when the cleaning was finished.
"But why don't you ask Sabre or Locke."
"I already have asked them but they didn't want me to help them", Athair pouted.
"No one ever wants me to help." He gave the cactus that had rolled in front of
his feet a kick.
Spectre screamed in pain.
"Get that damn thing off me!"
Athair quickly rushed to him and ripped the cactus off Spectre's rear end but
some spikes still remained.
"Wait, I'll get the forceps. You'll be free of them in no time."
"Don't even dare to remove them. Get Locke or Sabre to do it."

Spectre was lying on his stomach on the table in the surveillance room while
Locke tried to get the spikes off his butt. Probably the younger Guardian
shouldn't have taken his pincers but that was the first he had found.
"Oh I'm going to kill that Athair", Spectre brought out and bit his fist.
"Don't be that harsh", Locke tried to calm him, "It was just an accident. Only
three more spikes and it will be over. Then you'll probably think differently.
So, we're through. Now remain lying on the table for a little longer until the
pain is gone."
He passed by Athair when he walked out of the room again. "And you better pay
attention where you throw your potted plants, grandfather. Spectre looked as if
he would go for a kill if that happens another time."
Athair gave the cactus an angry glare. "This is all your fault", he muttered.
"Now get out of my sight. I never want to see you again." 
He tossed the plant over his shoulder. A scream made him wince. It probably was
better to move out of Haven for a while and he should better do it fast.

~~~***~~~

"And people ask me why I'm behaving like a nutter. How could I be any different
with a father like Spectre?" Thunderhawk slurred. The past few minutes he had
spent sitting beside a completely confused punk and telling his life story.
"Someone who decorates trees with toilet paper or teaches the Legion how to
dance Gangnam style when he's on a trip really is to blame for his son's
behaviour."
"Wow, that sounds really wicked, man", the punk said and tried to picture this
family. In his mind he saw an old Echidna who did drugs regularly and then
wrecked havoc in the city. It was hard to imagine such an old punk - even for
someone who was a punk himself.
"And my son isn't that much better", Thunderhawk continued. "A textbook example
of a ladykiller. And I'm stuck in the middle of all this crap."
"If your family really is that bad then why are you still living with them? I
have left my oldies years ago."
"You won't understand, boy, unless you are a Guardian. I have assumed the mantle
of being a Guardian once and I will stay it for my lifetime. The only one who
ever ran away from his duties was Athair and even he came back - although he
obviously only did it because he wanted to annoy us. No, there's no way to
escape."
The punk stared at him in bewilderment. He didn't know too much about Guardians,
only that they were the protectors of this island but within the last few
minutes he found out that one of them was an alcoholic who only wanted to run
away but couldn't, one ran away and returned to haunt his family, one was a
ladykiller and one was doing drugs. No wonder everything was going down the
tubes if even their protectors had already gone bonkers.
Then when he looked up again he saw Remington coming closer.
"Damn, a copper, I have to bunk", he said but when he wanted to stand up
Thunderhawk grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down to the floor again.
"Don't worry, I know that guy quite well. And also the one who's with him. Hey,
Rem, Sojo!" He hectically waved and grinned like an idiot.
Now the punk noticed that the cop dragged a fridge on a leash behind him.
Obviously all people who knew the Guardians for a while would go insane sooner
or later. The other Echidna was a Guardian as well. The innocent looking bags he
carried were clearly telling he just came from a sex shop so it was probably the
ladykiller.
Remington sighed in relief. "Thank goodness he hasn't done any damage yet." He
gave the completely confused punk hundred Mobiums and said, "Here, take this,
kind sir, and thanks a million for watching over him. And now come, Thunderhawk,
we still have some things to buy. Does anyone know if we can buy kerosene
here?"
The punk watched how the three Echidnas and their fridge disappeared in the
crowd and came to the conclusion that this group definitely had been the
strangest he had ever met.

~~~***~~~

While Sojourner and Remington continued shopping Thunderhawk remained in the jet
and took a nap on the fridge. He didn't wake up until they landed in Haven
again. Thank goodness that he only felt a bit drowsy but the massive headache
from last time stayed away. And most important of all - he could think clearly
again.
"Not a single word to Spectre or anyone else, I'm begging you", he said when he
helped to carry the bags out of the hangar.
"As long as you don't tell that I ran off to stock up my collection", Sojourner
replied.
Remington said nothing. He was still mad at Thunderhawk.

"What's going on here?" Thunderhawk asked when they entered the surveillance
room and saw Spectre lying on the table while Locke put the forceps away and
cleaned the spikes off the table. "We are working hard and you are taking a nap
on the table." He grinned mockingly and ignored the glare Remington shot him.
"No, I'm only giving my butt a rest", the dark Guardian growled. "That's
something you would do as well if you had a couple of spikes just removed from
it."
"My, my, there's no need to get all butthurt just because you sat on a
porcupine", Thunderhawk said and laughed.
"Put a cork in it, son. At least Haven is clean in shining again. And what have
you done the whole time? I hope you did something else but amusing yourselves
and I also hope that Remington is only here because he helped carrying home the
mass of groceries and not because he had to take you home after you had been in
the middle of trouble again."
The lavender Guardian just opened his mouth to answer but Remington quickly
said, "Well, Sojourner and I had been shopping while Thunderhawk got roaring
drunk and messed up the mall."
"He did what?" Spectre snarled.
Thunderhawk opened and closed his mouth like a carp.
"W-what the heck... Hey, I have asked you not to tell him. No, I have begged
you. What are you doing?"
But unapologetically the constable went on, "You should have seen the
destructions he has done. I'm glad we were able to stop him or else he would
have razed the mall to the ground."
The dark Guardian now stared at his son. His eyes narrowed.
"Just wait until I can get off this table", he growled.
"But ... but ... I have no idea what he is even talking about. I only threw a
fridge and that's all. Sojourner, tell Spectre how it actually had been."
"I can only say that my father is a binge drinker", Sojourner mumbled.
"Well, thanks for taking a stand for me, son", the lavender Guardian grumbled.
"Looks like my help is no longer needed", Remington shrugged and grinned. "I
leave you alone now so you can carry out your little family dispute on your
own."
He quickly walked out of the room.
"Come back here", Thunderhawk called and ran after him. "You have brought me
into this; you also have to help me out of this."
"The hell I will do. It's your own fault you got drunk."
"But you exaggerated. Spectre will punish me for something I haven't even
done."
"Some punishment will do you a world of good or else you will never learn not to
annoy people."
"Why you little... Get back here and I'll show you punishment!"
Remington only laughed and ran a little faster. Thunderhawk might hunt him over
the hills now but knowing that Spectre would do the same to his son later that
day was totally worth it.
"Wow, I didn't know that Rem also could be that evil", Sojourner chuckled.
"Well, what have you awaited", Locke replied. "He's a member of this family
after all."

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