Steelbeak rolled his eyes. "I'm comin', I'm comin'. Ciao, Mitch." He waved to the bartender once, then tossed the olive from his drink over his shoulder. "Since you're so fond o' de garnishes today, take dat one, too, while yer at it."

Gabriel stood on the stairs, tapping her foot impatiently. "What're you wasting time gabbing for? We have a mission!"

Steelbeak opened his beak to say something, but it came out, "Ge -- ba -- erg . . . Oy!"

"Whaaa? You gotta start makin' some sense, pal-o." Gabriel shook her head, then went up the stairs and opened the door into a wide corridor. Instantly, two eggmen stepped in to block her way.

"Daaaah, what's da password?"

"Blue Feather." Gabriel said, glaring at them. "You know it's me. Move."

When the eggmen refused to budge, Steelbeak grinned. "Allow me." He walked up and promptly bashed their helmeted heads together. "Move, ya boid brains!"

The two eggmen staggered off in a daze. "Duhhh, yes sir."

Steelbeak smiled at Gabriel. "After you."

She sighed, glowering. "Come on."

Gabriel led the tall rooster down the hall to a small room that he'd never been in before then. The Goldeneye base was a relatively new operation, and he'd only been in the 'important' rooms. As Gabriel swung the door open, Steelbeak realized that it was her living quarters. It was pretty plain, all save for the racks upon racks of guns. Rifles, handguns, even a bazooka. Try as he might, he couldn't withhold a gasp.

"What?"

"N-nothin'." Steelbeak replied, rubbing his still-aching temples. To say this chick was a gun-moll was a vast understatement.

"Shh, keep it down! I need to make a phone call, remember?" Gabriel grinned. "I'll put it on speakerphone -- if you can keep your beak shut for two seconds."



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