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#5
MAR 14 |
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“Family Matters”
“So yeah, that happened.”
The Badger chewed on her bottom lip as she slid into her end of the booth after she said that and watched as Booster Gold and Blue Beetle claimed the other side. Booster cradled the banged up Skeets protectively as he eyed the costumed girl that had just blurted that she was his daughter. Beetle had no excuse to cover his open stare, as he took still processed that this was his daughter?
They were in the Baskin Robbins in the Atrium Mall, within the Thompson Center, just across the street from City Hall, which was still on fire. Having three heroes in the food court meant that it was just more than Blue and Gold that was staring at her, but the costumed status meant that everyone gave them space, which was good. Surrounded, they were effectively alone, enough to speak freely. Over ice cream.
“So...”
“What’s my name?”
“That’d be a good start,” Booster decided as he set Skeets down on the tabletop. The fudge brownie cone in had in his other hand remained untouched.
Before Badger could answer, Beetle stopped licking his peppermint cone to answer for her. “Wilma.” She smiled but Booster looked at him a little alarmed. “What,” Blue shrugged. “If I had a girl, I always wanted to name her ‘Wilma’. I think it’s a strong name, one never given its credit.”
“Well, if it had been a boy,” Booster said defensively, “I’d have insisted on Rip, short for Ripley. That’s just manly.”
Wilma beamed at her dads. “Wilma Carter-Kord,” she announced happily and looked as though she was very relieved to get that out there. “Or ‘the Badger’, as you already know. In our time, ah, my time, pretty much everything else was taken and besides, it seemed to fit.”
“I like it,” Beetle smiled. “My little honey badger,” he said suddenly then, without thinking. To help cover the blurt he beamed, and he judged by the way she grinned at him that he had an idea where she’d gotten the inspiration for the heroic name.
“Well, that brings up the first order of business then,” decided Booster. “Just what time are you from?”
Wilma made a face. “You’re going to have to forgive me, but I can’t really tell you that. I mean, if I do, then what if you try and come to visit me, and that could get...ah, complicated and quick. It’s later than you think? I think I can get away with saying that much.” She stopped to steal a couple of licks at her mint chocolate chip. “It’s in the latter days of your adventuring, I mean, you’re mostly retired by the time you brew me up,” she beamed. “Before you ask, the tech from my time allows for the combination of DNA from any two people, so yes…you really are both my dad.”
Beetle, who seemed to be having a much easier time accepting this than Booster, moved on with the questioning quickly. “So, you were able to contact Skeets here?” He laid his hand on the banged-up-bot, who muttered a soft ‘ouch’.
“Yep! That was a trick he taught me. Temporal rifting. He’s the one that sent me back.”
“Which was why, exactly? And...ah, how long have you been in Skeets-to-Skeets contact?”
“Not long,” Badger answered Booster. “Just the prior to the portal, so I’m not the secret messenger. Uncle Skeets never told anyone who...oh,” she stopped herself when she saw how confused Beetle looked. She quickly sought to change the subject. “We should get poor Skeets back to get him patched up.”
“Yes...please...,” groaned the robot on the table.
“Oh! The why to why I’m here, sorry,” Wilma apologized as she got back to that. “Well, because you said I could go! I can only guess, now, that it was because you knew this had already happened so you had to let me go like I’ve been beeeeeegggggging you to let me, to maintain the space-time continuum or something like that. You kept promising,” she looked at Booster, “but kept saying it ‘wasn’t the right time’ and then this morning, you finally said ‘yes’! And you,” she looked to Beetle, “gave me the thing for that Carver thing and told me how to use it. You said that I had to be here and that I’d know when it was the right moment to come home.”
Both of them looked at her, a little stunned and not sure where to go next. “So here I am!” Still, they stared and Wilma smiled. “This is the best birthday present ever,” she rambled on. “Seeing you two in your prime, before you got the big belly,” she giggled.
Booster grinned and slapped Beetle’s arm. “Sounds like you take up your pizza celebration of midnight once again.”
“Actually, not him...” Wilma made a nervous face and Blue had to laugh before he slapped Gold’s arm in return now.
Booster Gold shook his head. He’d gone long enough, heard enough and increasingly less of it made sense to him. So he had to ask, “Okay, okay, I need to know – which one of us is the ‘mom’?”
Steppenwolf was not accustomed to waiting and he liked it even less with each passing moment. Once more he pushed himself away from the table and stood in a huff.
“Calm yourself,” cautioned the device on the table. It was a portable tablet from which extended a holographic box that casually rotated, like a screensaver might. “You are impatient without cause,” the device continued to intone. “He has been delayed due to the clean-up necessary from the failure of our collaborator.”
“You never should have never called in that favor without consulting us, machine,” sneered Steppenwolf as he turned back to the table and sneered at the box of light before him. “If now was the time to act then I, Steppenwolf,” he slammed his fists on the table, “should have been the one to enter the fray! I would have slain them with my bare hands just as I have...-”
“You have encountered them twice now and failed both opportunities,” the box cut the Apokoliptian off.
That caused Steppenwolf to enrage and with a flick of his wrist, his axe was in hand. “Because you told me I must! I have played the pawn for your deceptions and paid the price with my reputation! Steppenwolf should be feared, will be feared! I, Steppenwolf, shall be your pawn no longer!”
The axe came down but before it struck the cube calmly spoke, “Each have a part to play and yours is poised to be the greatest part of them. The reward is profound.” That stopped the axe short so that it did not cleave the box on the table in half. “I concede, your travels before the summons has left you ...lessened. Even at your best, you are only a portion of yourself – a ... benefit, to your god-like nature. Thanks to the smuggled and modified Mother Box on this world, you are able to remain as you must on Apokalips, yet also to present a portion of your being here on Earth. There is also that consideration.”
That had Steppenwolf listening, so the cube went on. “Your homeworld shall be yours. That is an acceptable tarnish to your prized reputation.” That was enough, as Steppenwolf growled and turned his weapon aside and it vanished from view again. “This option was truly expendable, which has proven to be an accurate assessment. It will also allow us to make a move for the mayor’s office earlier than predicted.”
That calmed Steppenwolf enough and he had to reason that over, so he slumped back into his chair, which was well-timed as the door to this dark, unlit board meeting opened and the last member of this secret conclave entered. He was tall and, despite the dim of the room, he sparkled with each stride in to join his comrades as his black costume was accented with diamond-plated armor. His hair was exposed, a mane of flowing blond hair and strong jaw open, set with a stern grimace. A sinister silver visor hid his eyes, though they obviously took in each of his allies in turn with a lingering, studious stare. “Gentlemen,” he gave as he claimed his chair opposite of Steppenwolf, which left the holographic sphere between then in the middle of the table.
“Metronome, you have joined us. We can now begin.”
“Especially since you were the one that summoned us!” He had quelled his anger but Steppenwolf easily raged once again now that he found cause to unleash his frustrations. The godling shifted uncomfortably in his chair and tugged at the cuffs of his pinstripe suit as that too was unaccustomed to him and thus added to his discomfort. “If I did not believe that claim for Apokalips would be secured with the conquest of subjugating this cursed mudball of a planet, then I would not waste my breath with these trivial matters! Nor the likes of the both of you, or these failed humans that litter my organization. Useless! Every last one of them! Why, I Steppenwolf, should not skulk and conspire, but charge forth and slay as is my right!”
“Unprepared is not the best position to be in,” chided the cube, which was enough to silence Steppenwolf once more. Reason had a rapid effect on the hunter god, who fell silent once more but not before he slammed his fists down violently on the tabletop.
“Besides, now is not the proper time for you to strike,” Metronome shared.
“Desaad’s Tongs, you are an infuriating one,” snarled Steppenwolf to the diamonded man across from him.
“Because you know I am right? Or because my knowledge of time has proven to be invaluable to you both?” Met with stares, Metronome continued. “There are reasons I am known throughout time as the Infinity Diamond.”
“From this time forward,” the cube noted. “There is no mention of you in any record to present. I know, as I have searched. Your assessment is correct, however. Since you appearance before us, you have not lead us astray and proven to be most...valuable.”
“All diamonds are, Overseer” Metronome smiled.
“Still,” the named cube redirected the conversation, “conclusion dictates that there must be a reason for your existence from this point forward. Evidence suggests you are from the future. Thus, speculation; why here, why now?”
“The timing is right.”
“Infuriating!” Steppenwolf had had enough and slammed his fists down. “I will not deny that Metronome’s insights have their use, but I am finished with this arrogant prattle. He will never share what he does not wish to give,” and Metronome’s smug smile solidified that observation, so Steppenwolf went on, “and I tire of the nauseating references to time.”
“So impatient,” the futuresmith noted. “Yet, I apologize, Great Hunter. I know you have fought long and hard for spans of times even our computerized friend here cannot comprehend, but I do appreciate how much you have labored and fought and won. With Apokalips in need of your strength, I know it has to be frustrating to endure this mundane ruse on Earth. You must feel trapped, a position you are unaccustomed to, but I assure you that with care, your rise to the throne of Apokalips will be assured.”
That pleased Steppenwolf enough that he settled down again.
“And Overseer,” Metronome continued, “you should be less concerned about me and more focused on our discovery. All of us, living under the noses our own chosen enemies, is both clever and dangerous. Especially with Maxwell Lord now involved. He is not to be underestimated,” he warned the floating cube.
“I track his every movement. He shall not discover our machinations until we choose it, this is to be assured. Just as he is unaware that we are beneath his feet – literally,” reported Overseer. “If Lord is as much of a threat as you propose, then we need only attack. He is unguarded, directly above us, sitting at his desk and reviewing shipping documents.”
“No, the time will come,” and when Steppenwolf looked fit to enrage again, Metronome held up his hand. “I don’t mean to be cryptic in that, but rather...specific. Lord’s death will come by Steppenwolf’s hand, just as the Overseer shall lay claim to the Beetle. Booster Gold, he will give his life to me.”
“I admire your certainty,” Steppenwolf now smiled.
“You should, my friend,” nodded Metronome. “It’s already history.”
“Who’s that guy?”
“No idea, but I know he’s not friendly,” Blue Beetle tossed out to Badger as he dodged a punch that was intended to crush him as he cradled a broken Skeets tighter to his chest. The heroic family had just stepped out of the Atrium Mall to head back to the Bug when they had been attacked. He was a big burly man, four times the size of a regular large man, with massive bared arms and chest who wore black gloves and a mask, which helped to make him look like somewhat of a Bane knockoff. Blue then dodged a swing as Badger also dove for cover.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” scoffed Booster Gold, who stepped forward to meet the man head on that had attacked him and his. Gold caught the next punch and then landed one of his own, which sent the big man down the street, towards the steps of the ruined Chicago City Hall. “Maybe it had something to do with him attacking us for no reason in broad daylight.”
Booster stalked towards the downed man but only made it part of the way before he was pounced on from behind. As the hero went down, his attacker stayed atop him so that as Gold met ground then the little boy perched on his back extended his staff to tap the concrete and a dense web of vines sprang up to wrap around Booster Gold. “Then you’ll have to allow us to be more direct about it, since Takedown’s entrance left you unsure. We’re here to kill you both, compliments of the 1000.”
“Wait, ‘the 1000’? Didn’t those guys go away?” asked Blue Beetle. “When you took down that senator that was behind them?”
Booster struggled with his binding, which only made the teen atop him giggle with delight. “I thought so, but I guess not. He was only a ‘Director’ though, of ‘Death’, mind you, but still...”
Blue was determined to free Gold before talking about this more. He raised his BB gun to fire a strobe light blast at the kid, who wore a costume that was a mixture of plant life and leathers with a broken acorn emblem on the chest, all under a druidic cape. The teenager raised his gnarled staff as if to defend himself, but a cloaked woman stepped forward just in time to shield the light blast from the intended target. “And that makes three! Who are you?”
“Miss Tick,” she answered plainly enough. Her’s was a concealing costume of black with red and golden script that moved across her body like flowing text, or the turning gears of a clock. “Mistress of magic and tempress of time.” With a flourish of her cape she disappeared, only to pop back into existence behind Beetle, where she kicked him squarely in the back.
Badger dashed forward and low as she sprinted toward the tied up Booster and the boy atop him. “Tsk tsk, hurt me and you’ll never free him,” the boy chided. “That’s iron-tough constrictor vine he’s bound in and if I so much as think it, my pretty plant pets will squeeze him in half!”
She didn’t slow down or seem to care for the threat, not one bit, and hauled off and punched the teen right in the face. “Let’s see how they hold up when you concentrate on that!” He tumbled away and the constricting vines slackened, so she tore them off Booster who was then able to get back to his feet. The ground shook and the pair looked to see Takedown charging back into the fight. “Got him,” Badger smiled and balled her hands to fists.
“Oh no you don’t! You take the little one,” Booster said and pointed to the planted-teen who staggered back to his feet. “Leave the big one to me.” He took off and flew to meet Takedown before Badger could stop him.
“Rassum frassum,” she stewed to herself as she watched Booster collide with the big brute. “You’re always doing that to me,” she chided him, though only she could hear herself she knew. With a sigh she turned, fists up, to square off with the leafy kid. “So, ready for some more?”
With three fights in the middle of the street before the broken City Hall, there were a number of spectators that had both gathered and scattered. Surrounding the scene was a ring of firefighters and police officers, who had first come to stop the blazes in the building and to evacuate it, but now remained to keep a safe perimeter. This worked well until Takedown hurled Booster Gold into a fire truck and then grabbed another to slam down atop the hero, and the resulting explosion was enough to send the onlookers running for safety.
Blue Beetle took another kick from Miss Tick, spun and landed against the side of a parked car. “This isn’t getting anywhere...how do I hit someone who has the ability to be anywhere else at any given time.” Once more, Miss Tick disappeared and then reappeared right in front of him, but Blue rolled forward under her kick so that her foot found car instead. “Maybe some elevation will help with this situation, Skeets,” Beetle said to the damaged bot that he held like a football. He clutched Skeets tight and then grabbed a nearby pole of a street light, swung and acrobatically landed on the extended bar. From his vantage point he could see Booster fighting out of the wreckage he was buried in, and Badger was having little luck reaching the plant-kid who kept her at bay with a net of lashing vines. “Wil-... Badger, let’s ch-...”
However, before Beetle could complete that request, Miss Tick beat him to the punch. “Bad Seed, change targets.” With that she vanished only to reappear behind Badger and spun to kick the girl in the back.
“Temporal shifting magic. A neat trick,” Badger grinned happily as she spun herself to avoid the kick and swept in close to land an elbow to Miss Tick’s jaw. “Too bad my dad taught me all about it when I was nine. It’s sooooo easy to see if you know what you’re looking for,” and she tapped her goggles. “And I know how to look.” She grinned again as she planted her other elbow into Miss Tick’s stomach.
Meanwhile, Bad Seed raised his hands and his net of whipping vines lashed out for Beetle’s perch with razor-sharp strikes that tore the metal to ribbons. Blue, who had leaped out of the way, sailed over the coil of lashing vines to land behind the teen and shoved him forward into his own constructs. “Argh! Let me be done with you so we can be out of this city and I can get back to my forest!” Bad Seed turned and raised a small pod in his hand, which burst and a dense cloud of sickly green spores shot towards Beetle.
“But if we made it easy, it wouldn’t feel like you earned it,” Blue countered and raised his BB gun. His thumb flipped a switch and as he pulled the trigger, a stream of air blew the spores back into Bad Seed’s face. The kid villain looked panicked, but then unphased as his weapon-of-choice had no effect on himself, but the momentary pause was all that Beetle needed. “And you haven’t earned taking me down!” One solid punch to the jaw later and Bad Seed was unconscious on the pavement.
Miss Tick was frustrated with Badger, who was able to see through her shifting and blocked her every attack. “Takedown, deal with this one! Overpower her,” she chided and then vanished to reappear beside Booster Gold. She grabbed his arm just as he was about to punch Takedown, and spun, which hurled him off to the side.
Takedown obeyed, turned and ran at Badger. She stood her ground, even as both of her father’s called out in a panic for her to move. She just grinned, “I’ve beaten bigger.” The brute barreled down on her and swung both fists down together, as he meant to crush the girl. However, Badger sidestepped this and leaped, as the concrete of the street rippled and cracked with the force of that blow. She landed on his knee and used that to springboard herself up as her hand went back. “I call this one the sonic punch!” Her glove glowed, hummed and pulsed with energy as she swung it for Takedown’s masked face. When it struck there was a thunderous *CLAP!* that rocked the entire street, and windows shattered from several of the nearby buildings (though fortunately the northern building, the Thompson Center, which was made entirely of glass, only cracked in places).
Badger landed as Takedown collapsed unconscious and she dusted off her gloves. “Thanks dad,” she winked back to Blue Beetle, “for giving me the idea for that one. I combined his,” she nodded to Booster who back on his feet, “energy output tech...”
“... to generate a hyper-charged pulse that would amplify your strike with the resonance of a sonic boom. Well, neat!” Clearly, Blue was impressed.
However, Gold was not. “Where’s the chick?”
Badger gasped and turned back to the beaming proud Beetle, as she had looked to Booster when he stepped forward, as she saw it but was too far away to make it in time. “No!”
Miss Tick reappeared behind Blue Beetle and grabbed the damaged Skeets that he had been cradling. “I have it,” she intoned and then, just like that, she (and the robot) were gone.
“Where did she take Skeets?!” Booster looked even less pleased now than he had a moment ago.
“She couldn’t have gone far,” Badger assured him. “Her magic wouldn’t allow it. She can only make small shifts,” and she sounded confident enough to convince them both. “Just little jumps, or corrections, to her placement in space-time.” She turned, looked left, right and then up. “Nothing more than a couple hundred feet at most. There,” she pointed to an open spot in the sky.
Both Blue and Gold looked, but saw nothing. “Honey, there’s nothing there,” shrugged Beetle.
She smiled, tickled with how easily Ted had slipped into that. “Oh, right! I forgot. You didn’t develop these,” she reached into her utility belt to pull out two small golden scarabs, “until later, anyway, but, well, oh well…here.” She placed a hand to each of their foreheads. “They’ll help you to see the chrono-displacement.” Again she pointed to the open sky.
There, now they could all see it. A ship, somewhat alien, sleek and masked from normal sight…encased in a barrier of malleable time, it both existed and didn’t, somewhat transparent like a ghost would be. “Well, I’ll be,” Blue shook his head. “What’s that?”
Before Badger could answer, Booster answered. “A time ship.” He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he did. “And we’re going aboard.”
Metronome did not rise from his command chair aboard his time ship when Miss Tick appeared. He merely held out his hand for her to place Skeets in it. She awaited instruction, but her overlord was silent for a moment, lost in consideration. Finally, he looked from the broken robot in his hand to his minion. “That is all, Miss Tick. You shall be contacted when you are needed again. The 1000 thank you for your services. Now, depart.”
Miss Tick nodded her head and then was gone.
That’s when Blue and Gold, and Badger, appeared. They stormed into the room and Wilma gasped, pointed and said, “You!”
Metronome stood and also seemed shocked. “How...but, this is not possible. You are not supposed to be here, at this time.” He looked at Badger and was clearly perplexed, something he wasn’t used to being. “No matter, you shall not stop me, now that I have the c–...!” That’s when Booster Gold shot him with an energy beam in the chest.
“I don’t know who you are,” roared Booster who chased his shot as he streaked off to tackle the foe they’d found. “Or that I really care. Give me back Skeets!”
“No,” chided Metronome, who was on his feet quickly thanks to his diamond armor which deflected much of the attack. “And you will, Michael, oh…you will,” he snarled and slapped Booster from the air.
“Who is this guy,” Beetle asked as he drew his pistol.
“Metronome,” Badger answered with a grit to her teeth. “One of the worst time polluters in all of history. He helped to forge the Time Lord,” she said as she spared a glance to the downed Booster, “but he fancies himself a time ‘master’ and is capable of corrupting all time to suit his purposes, if unstopped. He’s not really active until well after our, I mean, my time so I don’t know what he’s doing here. His cronies, the 1000, is a network of flunkies he has scattered throughout all time, past and future. He shouldn’t be here, not now.”
“Nor should you, my dear,” Metronome turned to look at Badger. “Which is why I suspect that you are here. Your father remains being as tricky as ever.”
“Not as tricky as you,” she spat back and raised her fists, at the ready.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Metronome chuckled and raised a gauntleted hand and a beam of white light shot from it. Badger braced herself to take it, but Blue Beetle stepped up to try to push her aside.
“Get dow-...!” But, too late, he saw, thanks to the special scarab device Wilma had placed on his forehead. The white beam shifted, rolled through time, and struck not once but three times as it repeated itself from three different trajectories. The temporally shifted beam clobbered him, and Beetle joined Booster on the floor.
Badger stepped over Blue Beetle defensively. “Give it up, ‘Nome Dome’. You know he beats you. He always beats you.”
Metronome tightened his hold on Skeets, who squawked painfully. “The best thing about time is how malleable it all is. He clearly didn’t foresee me being here, now did he? So if your father can’t stop me, granddaughter, who will?”
“I’m willing to give it a try!”
She charged. He fired again but before his time-altering beam could land, she had rolled to the side. She spun to avoid a punch and then turned again as she landed an elbow in his ribs just below the diamond plating over his chest. He struggled back, she dove in, weaved under another punch and then drove home an uppercut to his exposed jaw.
“Not bad,” Metronome staggered back and swept Skeets back behind him. “I see the Beetle has taught you well since the last time we met.”
“You’re younger than I remember you, but you still move like an old man,” Badger countered as she bounced on her feet, ready.
“And you’re arrogant enough to think that such a comment matters. You will learn of your errors before I claim time as my own, just before I erase you from existence!”
Before Metronome could act again, he was tackled about the legs by a recovered Booster Gold. The hero grappled with the foe as they struck the ground and Booster reached for Skeets, but Metronome swung the robot to strike Gold across the face with the battered robot. That knocked Booster off him, and when Badger then pounced, Metronome kicked up to meet her, and used her momentum to fling her away. He got to his feet once more at the same time as Blue Beetle, who had come around. Beetle was still groggy, but fired off his grapple line, which encircled Metronome and pinned an arm to his side.
All three circled Metronome, who laughed. “Fools! There is no stopping me. Sure, you might have delayed me, but there no victory for you in that! Now that I possess the Chrono-Key, your defeat will be assured...at another time.” With that he vanished, and Skeets along with him.
“So yeah, that happened.”
Both Booster and Beetle looked at Badger, both clearly lost on what to say.
“Hey, chins up, dads. Skeets is the one that sent me to the past, right? Which means he has to be fine later, so I know he’ll turn up.” She beamed at them to show her confidence in her assessment. “I don’t know what Metronome would want him for, but he’ll survive it.”
“Who was that guy anyway?” Blue asked even as he turned to examine the ship they were in. Something about it seemed familiar...
“Euhm, how much did you hear?”
“About what?” Gold looked confused and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Nothing,” Wilma smiled and bounced forward to touch each of their foreheads again, as she retrieved the little golden scarabs she had placed on them. “Can’t have future tech sticking around in the past; it tends to make things messy. That’s rule number three, as you taught me,” she said to Booster.
“So, I’m guessing this time ship can’t stay either,” Beetle said with a bit of regret, as he wouldn’t get to poke around in it after all.
“It shouldn’t,” Badger confirmed.
“Well then,” Booster decided, “I guess for your birthday, you get a new ‘car’.” When she looked at him blankly, he smiled. “See? I was listening earlier.”
That resulted in much bouncing and squealing. “But what if,” Wilma had to ask, “when I get back you say no?”
“Well, I did say you could go, so I must of known this would happen, and if not, remind myself that I allowed this to happen,” grinned Booster, pleased he was getting a handle on this time difference thing.
“It’s also a good way for you to get home,” Beetle added. “Without Skeets to contact your, ah, future Skeets, it’s a way you can ‘drive’ yourself home. And maybe,” he cleared his throat, “visit some time.” That earned him a big hug.
She stepped back. “This really has been the best treat ever.” The unspoken ‘but’ hung in the air as Badger chewed on her lip. “I should get home. To you guys.”
Booster patted his belly. “I hear there that there’s more of me to get back to.”
Wilma rubbed her chin. “Plus, it’s weird to see you without the beard,” she said to Ted.
Blue then rubbed his chin too.
Wilma considered, stayed silent and then spoke. “From what I know, things get darker, so be ready, okay? Like, really ready. However,” she swallowed and put on a smile, “they also get better. I mean...,” she gestured to herself. “Just hang in there, okay.”
“Like the Monday kitten,” Ted promised.
After that there were more hugs, some tears and fond farewells. Beetle summoned the Bug up so that he and Booster could board it. Once off the time ship, and without the golden scarabs, they couldn’t see it any longer, so they couldn’t tell when Wilma left – but they knew she had gone.
Beetle peered out the window to the street below. “Think we should go down there and help clean up?”
“Not when we have Skeets to find,” said Booster, who couldn’t mask his worry.
“Believe it or not,” smiled Blue, “I think we have something back home that will point us in the right direction.” With that, the Big turned for Kord Enterprises and they were off.
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