 Tegwen snorted. "Don't worry about that! I couldn't care less about your tron-splitter!" "So?" She sighed. "Fine, whatever, but don't expect me to take up permanent residence with you." Megavolt smiled slightly. "Stay as long as you want. I don't care." "Let me get my stuff, then." Tegwen bent back down and cleaned out her cubbyhole, stuffing everything into an old, ripped up backpack. "Okay," she said, standing back up with the very full bag. "Let's go drop this stuff off." Walking back to the old building where Megavolt lived, Tegwen tripped on a rolled up newspaper that was propped up against the door. The door, Tegwen noted, was still laying broken on the floor of the warehouse. So he's not going to fix that, huh? Tegwen thought, turning and glowering at the newspaper she'd tripped on. Megavolt picked it up as he followed Tegwen inside. Upstairs, Megavolt lounged on his ugly orange couch and Tegwen sat stiffly at the old wooden table. "So what's there to do around here?" She asked, taking careful inventory of Megavolt's hideout. The villain shrugged. "I dunno." He opened the newspaper and flipped through it. "Maybe we can find a lead in here!" Tegwen lifted an eyebrow but otherwise remained silent. "Hey!" He gasped. "There's a new play comin' to town! Starrin' the world famous Germaine Sisters!" Tegwen glanced his direction, thoroughly unimpressed. "Yeah, and?" "It's the premier, like a gala event or whatever that is. Maybe we'll go." "With what money, Boltboy?" Megavolt laughed at her. "Who says we'll pay for our tickets?!" "Look, I'm already wanted by the police for stealing . . ." Among other things. "I don't need to get any more stuff added to my record, thank you very much."
Megavolt rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll do it, then! I don't care about records!" "Sure." He smiled. "Why not? Maybe that will take your mind off whatever's buggin' you. And it's a Victor Hugo play, too!" go back  | return to table of contents |
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