CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

Back in his plush seat, Steelbeak was trying to decide which was worse -- the constant throbbing on the sides of his head, or the long-winded prattling of his partner. Gabriel had just finished her third retelling of her intermission story, with only minor modifications made to express her growing disdain for Tegwen. None of them made the story any more interesting, or any less nauseating.

This last rant, in fact, seemed to dwell on Tegwen and what she had -- or hadn't -- done. So much so, that Steelbeak actually felt a little pity for the poor girl who he imagined would be losing her temper over this conversation two seats down. That is, if she was still there.

"Wait a dadgum minnit, where de heck is Megavolt and his date?" Steelbeak snapped, cutting Gabriel off mid-sentence.

Gabriel twisted her head to the vacant seats behind her. "I can't believe that little sneaky Creampuff!" She snorted, fumbling with a small black recorder she retrieved from her purse. "C'mon, we gotta get backstage"

"What's wit' all dis stalkin' all of a sudden? Ya got a t'ing fer her?"

"Crafty little witch," Gabriel growled, ignoring Steelbeak's inquiry. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled Steelbeak up on the stage.

"Ack!" Yelped Steelbeak "Gabe!"

"Don't worry -- Gizmoduck's preoccupied. He's too busy with his fans to notice us. Come on." She waved a hand at him and headed back into the wings. "I am not about to fail on two missions back-to-back!"

"What?" Steelbeak gasped, already out of breath. "Yer not makin' any sense!"



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