Part 6: Future Living; Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

Rouillé woke up to the sounds of birds chirping on the window next to his hammock, the morning sun illuminating his face.

“RUSTY!! GET DOWN HERE!” ‘Rusty’ was the nickname Conan gave Rouillé.

“OK!!!!” Rusty yelled back. He jumped out of his hammock, landing on the couch below.

Rusty and Conan had been living in Mothman's forest shack for six months now. In that time, they had rebuilt the place, and Rusty learnt more about the future, but nothing about the crystal. He was able to make sparks for short amounts of time, though they were weak. His veins still glowed that strange purple though. But, on this day, Conan made a discovery.

“What happened?” Rusty asked.

“We have a lead on how to get you back home.”

“REALLY?”

“Yes, but it's gonna be hard getting more on it.”

“How so?”

“It's locked behind Danison headquarters. Turns out for the past century they've been researching a place called ‘The Library.’ Moth has been trying to learn more, but the firewall’s too strong. We wanna find out anything, we need to go ourselves.”

“Ok.. where's the headquarters?”

“Alaska. But we can't leave right now. We need to prepare. Fortifying the shack, getting uniforms, GETTING INTO THE BUILDING… It will take a while.”

“How long are we talking?”

“The fastest is three months.”

“Shit…”

“In that time, we’re gonna need money.. Lots of it.”

“What happened to robin-hooding?”

“If we steal it'll draw attention to us, and that's the last thing we need when stealing info from Danison.’

“Then what do we do?”

“Blackmail.” Conan reached into a bag sitting underneath a table and threw an orange envelope to Rusty.

Rusty caught it and looked inside. Papers and images filled it, all of high-ranking officials in Danison's ranks.

“How the fuck did you get all of this?”

“I have a guy.”

“Ok then… who do we visit first?”

“Ferdinand Vancuni, he's currently in York town for his annual fashion show on Sunday, that's where we’re going.”

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“Then we'd better get going!”

Part 7: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year; The Christmas Song

Conan and Rusty got in their car.

“Do I really need to wear a suit?”

“Yes, you do.”

“You couldn't pick a better color either? Black doesn't suit me too well-”

“-Does it fucking matter what you wearing when your about to blackmail the biggest fashion icons in HISTORY?”

“Guess not…”

“Yeah. Guess not. Now sit back, and enjoy the ride.”

After two hours of flying, the car landed in New York. “Put this on.” Conan said, handing Rusty a furry purple long coat. “York town gets real cold this time of year.” Rusty put it on and nodded, getting out of the car, he saw time square, coated in falling snow, the only thing he could see were the holographic screens, lighting up the block from the top of the building's parking lot. Looking down, Rusty whispered “Woah…”

“Yep, it's beautiful. But we don't have too much time till the next blizzard serge, cmon.” Conan said before grabbing Rustys arm, and dragging him through the parking lot into an elevator.

The elevator stopped and the two walked out into the crowd of people. Women wearing the most expensive fashion pieces, men with such elaborate implants it made Rusty think he looked fine. Until Conan and Rusty sat down next to the runway.

After sitting for an hour, the show started. The people that walked up and down the runway looked ridiculous. Conan and Rusty needed to refrain from laughing.

And as the fourth model walked down the runway Conan said “Ok, time to go.” Before grabbing Rusty and walking to the elevator. Once inside, Conan pressed the highest button, going to the penthouse of the building. When the door opened Conan said before turning on the lights “Grab whatever you want, he’ll be up here in ten so make it quick.” Conan turned the lights on and gave Rusty a tote bag.

Rusty shook his head and ran into the kitchen grabbing champagne bottles, and stuffing them into the bag Conan gave him. He ran into the bedroom of the suite and looted all the clothes and jewelry he could find. Until he heard Conan yell “RUSTY!”

Rusty ran back to the main room and Conan said “If his security comes, Ill yell ‘racoon’, thats our que to get the fuck out.” Rusty shook his head and the elevator made a ‘bing’ sound.

The doors opened, and they revealed a young-looking man, maybe 20s or 30s, behind it. He had pale skin, implants that ran from his eyes to his hands and bright pink hair.

“Hello, Vancuni.” Conan said.

“Who the fuck are you?” Vancuni said.

“You know, nowadays saying you hate being followed by multiple slurs isn't exactly the best thing, especially not when you're this influential.”

“What?”

“You have a wife, right? Two kids? Suzann and Carmen.”

“What do you want?

“We need perfect replica Danison security outfits.”

Vancuni chuckled nervously and muttered “I can't do that its illegal-”

“How would your wife and kids feel seeing a picture of you tied up naked getting whipped by Ms. Wafferdale under the christmas tree? Or better yet that collectio-”

“-I’LL DO IT. I'M SORRY.”

“Good boy.”

And as Conan got up, Vancuni yelled “SECURITY!”

Conan whipped out a pistol and shot Vancuni before a magazine of bullets rang out the bedroom through the wall, Conan yelled “FUCK!” Before grabbing Vancuni and Rusty. And before jumping out the window he yelled, “RACCOON!” And as he looked back, the penthouse blew up, debris drifting to the ground below.