Mr. Drab's continued journey.

[sparksol]

I wake up. It's bright out here. Ho-Ho's? What was I thinking?

Wait a minute. I'm naked. On the ground. And the electric menace is in the ditch a few feet away from me. And people are speaking what I think is spanish.

We wander around a bit. Then some mexican police recognize Mr. Fugitive, and pull guns. He responds by grabbing me and trying to fly away. I let him, as I want to get back to the states. They shoot a bit, but don't hit us.

We reach San Diego, landing next to a restaurant. I check a newspaper, and find we've been out for a couple months. Then a cop shows up because we're still naked, and we fly away again, but Max must be dizzy, because he flies us back to mexico.

Then the planes show up. Shooting at us.

I try to drop, but Max doesn't let go. We land, and they shoot a missle at us. I fall down a hil before it goes off, but Max takes the full blast. I wait until the planes have flown off, and find him about a hundred yards away, attached to a cactus, where it appears he landed. More amazing, he's still breathing! I pull him down carefully, and carry him westward until we reach the ocean.

Which is when I notice several buzzards and coyotes following us.

I pick up a rock about the size of my head and throw it at a buzzard. It explodes, leaving feathers. I watch as the coyotes change targets, and realize it must have been a long time since we've eaten. I take a smaller rock at take out too much of a coyote. I'm left with a leg and a piece of hip. And no way to cook it. About that time, Max wakes up and makes a rude comment. While he's busy tossing electricity around for no good reason (maybe it heals him?) he sets a cactus on fire. I get to heating the leg for an attempt at food.

Later, after a rather gamey meal, we fly north towards L.A. I find a dumpster to sleep in for the night, but Max (d'oh!) heads into a nice hotel and tries to get a room to steal towels and bathrobes. He's still pretty grimey and dirt-caked and nasty. (I had washed a bit at the ocean.) I try looking for some discard pants or something, and a bum directs me to a homeless shelter about a block away. A few minutes later, a cop pulls up. A few minutes after that, Max comes out in an electro-cooked police uniform and tries to 'arrest' me so we can drive away. I take my time, getting tothe shelter and getting some coverings. Max picks me up in the cop car. He starts driving north on I-5.

He's not watching where he's going, and we don't understand the numbers and codes being mentioned on the scanner...so we eventually hit a cop car that pulls out of nowhere. He goes electric, and blows up both cars.

He runs off, I blend into the crowd after brushing off the cops and ambulance people. Jets and helicopters soon begin flying around town, amid sounds of electricity and bullets.

Later, I call Mr. Smith. He has me pick some cash from a local bank, and I get some food, clothes, and a bus ticket back to Sacramento. I sleep on the way.

After I arrive, I psend some time ina mall waiting for Mr. Smith and Alia to show up. Seems we're not staying at the Arena anymore. We're on a short "vacation" to Tahoe instead.

After a whole two days (and $100 worth of free poker chips) we're contacted again. We get a ride to a mansion out in the middle of nowhere. Turns out Max Zappage was teleported (by Mr. Smith) into a cell in Oakland, where he allowed himself to be turned in. We got to watch much footage of what I'll refer to as "Stupid Powered Tricks", or training videos.

Seems Mr. Smith took out some buildings in L.A. while searching for us. Kinda freaked me out. They flew around a bit without a costume attempt, too. Guess I hadn't done anything stupid enough to rate a video.

We're told we'll be sent to check on a science operation in Brazil in a few days, after getting a new team member. After he's brought in, he seems to not realize he's powered. He moves really fast. He runs and sonic booms happen.

Well, we fly on down to brazil. At a river plane, while Smith negotiates, I go piranha fishing. I know they'll leve me alone if I'm not bleeding and messed up, so I go find a croc first. I beat the heck out of it, and eventually get back to the group, covered in piranhas. They're not as much fun as I'd hoped.

We fly to the jungle somewhere. We're looking for some outpost, or other. We get attacked by feathery things bigger than I am. They have pointy teeth. And no wings. We reach the compound...but something that looks like a T-rex with feathers has followed us.

That's a bit big even for me to deal with. So we don't. We scramble in past the wall of the facility. Mr. Smith says he can't find any signs of human life, but lots of genetic-style tech.