Ah-oooooooooooooo! Come on, my pack-mates, get your muses off their duffs and respond to the call of the Wolf!

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Ok long time, no posts from me. Here's the offering this time around. Yes, grammar sucks.... ********************************************** Bradbury's Jar Prompt #334 - -"WOLF" Joe walked into the convenience store, the fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering overhead. He hated making beer runs at the last minute, but Ryu and Ken were waiting out at Ken's shack. It was a typical Saturday night other than the fact that Jun was down for the count with a head cold and had given Jinpei money for the movies to get him out of her hair while she got some sleep. The rest of them stayed far from the Snack not, wanting to catch what she had, nor risk the ire of a grumpy Jun. There had been nothing else going on that evening so the remaining three decided on having an impromptu poker night. Joe was half way to the airstrip, gunning it out on the highway when a command came over his bracelet. It had been Ken telling him he had no beer at his place (his slightly admonishing tone reminding Joe he drank the last of it the other night, when he crashed on Ken's couch), and if he wanted any, he better pick some up. Sidestepping an end cap of snacks that threatened to collapse, he grabbed a case of beer and started back towards the counter, then thought better of it and paused, turning to snag two six packs of his favorite in the other hand. The line at the counter wasn't long but for some scraggly looking trucker in greasy jeans buying a carton of smokes and pork rinds, and a harried looking business man with a package of children's diapers in the crook of his arm and three cartons of chocolate ice cream balanced in the other. So.... Joe waited, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and absently scratched the back of his left calf with the top of his right foot. He wrinkled his nose. It itched. He sniffled hard. God he better not be getting sick. The business man finished paying for his items and hurried out, almost leaving his bag of ice cream behind in his haste. He placed the beer down on the counter with a dull thud and watched as the pimply faced clerk rang up his purchases. "Uhhh, do you have I.D.?" the clerk asked, his voice breaking comically on the account of hormones. Are you kidding me? How many times have I saved this shitty town from being wiped off the map, and you're asking for proof that I'm old enough to buy beer?? "You know," Joe countered, raising an eyebrow. "The dark haired girl who usually works nights never asks me for I.D." "She's not here anymore, she was fired." the clerk paused. "For selling beer to underage kids." Grumbling to himself, Joe pulled his wallet from his back pocket and handed the kid his civilian drivers license. After scrutinizing it with eyes that flicked back and forth between the card and his face, the clerk finally handed it back to him, apparently satisfied, and told him the total. Joe winced as he tucked his license back into his battered wallet and drew out some crumpled bills and threw them on the counter. Without another word or waiting for his two cents change, he hefted up the case of beer and shouldered open the door, walking out into the humid night. The parking lot was empty except for the G2 sitting under the only working light pole by the front entrance. Balancing the beer on the rear bumper he unlocked the trunk and set the six packs inside, then clenching the key fob between his teeth to free up his hands, he slid the case in beside them and slammed the trunk closed. He suddenly sneezed, the keys landing with a jingle at his feet. Silently cursing Jun and her germs, he bent over to retrieve the keys and just as his fingers touched them... A shrill wolf-whistle pierced the night. Joe paused, frowning and turned around to see three girls in a cherry'd out muscle car ogling him and giggling from the red light at the corner. Straightening up, he casually leaned back against the trunk of the G2, a grin splitting his face as they cat-called him from the car. The red light turned to green, and the driver revved the engine before taking off down the road Joe shoved away from the car, yanked the door open and jammed the keys into the ignition; the grin still plastered on his face as the engine roared to life. Hell, it would just take a few minutes to get some names and phone numbers..... He eased the G2 out of the parking lot and onto the main drag when his bracelet began flashing madly. The face of the communicator lighting up the dark of the G2's cabin in flashes of red, blue and gold. No....no fucking way.... NO! It was a Bird Scramble. Then came the VOICE. Nambu. "Science Ninja Team Gatchaman, you must assemble at once! UN Forces have spotted a Galactor Mecha over New Jork!" He smacked the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. Dammit! Joe watched the tail lights to the muscle car fading out in the distance, before they finally disappeared. With a heavy sigh, he lifted his wrist. "This is G2, I copy. Ping me pick-up coordinates, I'm on the way." Palming the wheel and pulling a sharp U-turn, while almost cutting off a city bus; Joe floored the gas pedal and headed back towards the highway relegating all thoughts of girls and muscle cars to the dust behind him.

Just curious . . . what happens to the beers in the boot (I mean trunk) when the G2 transforms?

You know....that's a really good question! I guess they stay there or get sucked into a pocket dimension until the car transforms back or they get morphed into fuel I think this is something that should be solved by GGO's "Geek Squad"!

Nice work, Daniella. Nice to see Chief Anderson uncertain and not displaying his usual certainty about things. Redbird, that's a great little slice of life. Poor Joe. The best-laid plans of mice and Condors... Given the way that any disguises being worn by team members get destroyed when the wearer transforms to bird-style, I don't hold out a lot of hope for the beer, sorry. Even if Joe got it back, who wants to drink irradiated beer? Look at the controversy surrounding irradiated dog food. I still think that the whole glowy/destructive transformation thing is potentially harmful, and, yes, I am writing a story about that.

One of the guys drinking irradiated beer should be a story in itself ! Someone needs to do it...😄 Would probably be comedy gold except for the glowing thing

I thought of a new weapon. Say the Science Ninja Team's in a battle. Joe is in the G-2, surrounded by foot soldiers, and out of ammo. He flips a switch, and the Galactors are sprayed by warm, stale, irradiated beer! (Then they get run over!)

Originally posted by ElectricWhite I thought of a new weapon. Say the Science Ninja Team's in a battle. Joe is in the G-2, surrounded by foot soldiers, and out of ammo. He flips a switch, and the Galactors are sprayed by warm, stale, irradiated beer! (Then they get run over!)

The poor beer!

Originally posted by ElectricWhite I thought of a new weapon. Say the Science Ninja Team's in a battle. Joe is in the G-2, surrounded by foot soldiers, and out of ammo. He flips a switch, and the Galactors are sprayed by warm, stale, irradiated beer! (Then they get run over!)

And the mecha could be a giant psychedelic snail! (The best way to kill snails and slugs without using dangerous poison baits is to put some stale beer in a bowl and leave it out in the garden where the dog can't get to it. The snails and slugs are attracted by the smell, crawl up to the lip of the bowl, fall in and drown.)

Originally posted by GrumpyGhostOwl [quote]Originally posted by ElectricWhite I thought of a new weapon. Say the Science Ninja Team's in a battle. Joe is in the G-2, surrounded by foot soldiers, and out of ammo. He flips a switch, and the Galactors are sprayed by warm, stale, irradiated beer! (Then they get run over!)

And the mecha could be a giant psychedelic snail![quote] Groovy!

It would need those bathtub tiles stuck onto it!