WHO: Sabin and Cloud WHAT: Restoring peace WHERE: Cosmo Canyon WHEN: November 28, afternoon WARNING: tbd
Vengeful ghosts or corporate thugs, Sabin was not sure which was possibly worse. For one, undead spirits were cursed to kill until they were killed. In the case of hired goons, they were paid to harass. He decided the latter was worse, for the very simple fact that they still lived.
The demolish team had the ladders to the station surrounded with three black ATVs. They didn't need to get too close to hear the conversation, with the station's isolated location their voices and even the conversation by walkie-talkies bounced off the canyon walls. Thug A was talking to Thug B who must be in the station proper, who was asking if they ever heard back from the boss. How long were they staying in that middle of nowhere? He couldn't stand to see another mountain or a piece of rock and his balls were getting itchy.
"*fsssshhht* Then scratch your fucking nuts!*fsssshhht*" Upon closer inspection, they didn't appear to be construction workers with hardhats on. They wore bulletproof vests, black shirts and dark sunglasses. "We ain't heard anything from HQ. We're standing like a buncha babysitters, looking after those star loonies and that demolish team. This keeps up I'm gonna shoot something."
"*fsssshhht*C'mon Carl, all they've got are pebbles! You can't just shoot 'em!*fsssshhht*"
"*fsssshhht*Makes the job easier if they're gone!*fsssshhht*"
"*fsssshhht*Yo, we're not paid for their heads.*fsssshhht*"
"*fsssshhht*WE'RE NOT PAID, period! *fhssssst*!"
"This isn't sounding good." Sabin muttered from their boulder hiding place. "You think we should get their attention? I can distract them. Throw 'em some fireworks. But then we'll be wide-open trying to climb up the canyon. We need to get rid of them."