(Cobia Bay Airport/Refugee Camp)
Captain Fairchild spotted Pete, Jason and Goodzooky out on the tarmac.
"Hey! Get out of here!" he shouted.
"Mmm, what's the problem?" Lt. Martin asked. Her pitot tube was being cleaned out by the ground crew.
"Some people are on the tarmac!'
"Ah, the guards'll take care of them. Besides, we can't do anything without blowing up a good part of the airport."
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A rapid response team of armed soldiers intercepted Pete, Jason and Goodzooky.
"Halt!" the team leader demanded. "What is your business!?"
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Dr. Zanasiu and Rime grabbed the salmon and started eating.
"This tastes like it was straight from the Inglorious Hotel's kitchen!" Rime exclaimed.
Zachary and Strut were eating garlic mashed potatoes.
"Hey, think we can import a few cooks over here?" Strut asked between bites of mashed potato?
"Why not? We've got plenty of them," Zachary replied.
He then radioed Yaltsin. "Hey Yaltsin, can you recruit some cooks for us at the hotel? Zachary out."
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Deimos pulled up a chair and sat next to Major Lockie. "So, Major, my commander wants us to ship some food from Surf Point. Think you can handle it?"
Major Lockie smirked. "Like that'll be a problem. All right, I'm heading out."
He then rolled away from the broken window, leaving it open to the elements and a long drop. Thankfully, a low railing still remained to keep people away from the edge.
Deimos then returned to the food court and grabbed his plate of salmon.
"Major Lockie's heading out to get us food from Surf Point."
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(Ft. Inglorious)
Yaltsin and his crew were setting up the studio in preparation for the 10 o'clock news. Mr. Bigmouth was busy checking the footage that Yaltsin and his men had shot.
"Commander Briggins," Yaltsin said, poking his head out of the studio, "we've got a ghost who's not letting us shoot! We're already cutting it close as it is for the 10 o'clock news!"
The sound of some men yelling and something being knocked over echoed from within the studio.