Good crap I'm still broken.

---Back at the hotel.

Randy rolled around for a little while. Yawned. Then hobbled to the window. Raised an eyebrow. "is that fire supposed be there?" Trying to run, it was urgent, Randy fell. "Ow, Mira... Tam?... ... potato!" rolling painfully over, Randy saw the wheelchair that was left? "thought we left you in the ally way. Tam must have came back and did that."

"Do you really think it was necessary to poke him till he woke up?"

"Well, it was better then watching him snore all night. Especially when the City is going to ruins around us. We have to do something. It's just cruel fate that we're tethered to this crippled buffoon."

"Well he's awake maybe we should-"

"We can't tell him anything. Our orders were to go unnoticed. That's why we had to throw the pebbles at the window, move the wheelchair. Who knows what else we'll have to do-

where did the cripple go?"

Scooting along, Randy was racing, he had to make it to Van Grays. In his condition, he had to do something. There were a lot of guards out tonight doing patrols. But Randy had little trouble.

In truth Randy woke the dog's then the Madness Men came along then the guards struck. They survived of course but surprised that Randy had lived this long.

Making it there. He knocked on the door. "you're alive!?!... and Van Gray Makes you answer his door still!?!" the poor bandaged maid looked at Randy in disgust, there was something maybe a hesitation, Randy did try to save her but it probably was rationalized away. "Van Gray isn't here. out of town for a business meeting."

"oh, well... could you tell him the city is under martial law. The city center is on fire and-" door shut in his face. Thank goodness Randy was a monk and didn't really have to rely on female companionship. evidently they can be fickle.

solutions solutions. Randy think. you could wait till Tam and Mira come back then do a stratigic plan to thwort the forces. run away now heal then come back. try to get the monistary to come and help out. find Comander crooks and have him help out... the last two would take the longest.

GOOD bacon! Randy was feeling usless rigt now and he could do nothing about it. haring some guards around the corner. "you two that way I'll check the coridor. and you Report to Bartholomew our progress n locking down the town." "YES SIR!" they yeld in unison.

"Barty huh..."