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"KAWALSKY!!" O'Malley shouted at the armoured door and hit it as hard as he could, creating yet another dent but not breaking through it. He could hear Allison laughing in the back of his mind.

"She lied! The bitch tricked us! Her and Santa!"

Benedict, the duck formely known as bratty duck with teeth, would have rolled his eyes, if ducks rolled their eyes. Instead, it gave O'Malley a 'duh' look, which ducks are actually pretty good at.

"Who knew she'd ever get to bribe the powers above!" O'Malley was pissed off. Beyond pissed off. He definitely wasn't going to get any plasma grenades now, but he didn't need them if he wanted to choke Santa with his own beard.

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Yazoo had taken to walking wide berths around Tex's shop. The ducks were disturbing, to be sure and he didn't like the idea of having to step through the minefield of duckdroppings.

Mostly, he took to the shadows and watched. Whatever had unhinged Tex was getting worse and not better. And he was no closer to answers than when this whole damn thing started.

[ooc- great! And I had a question/comment about timing and all. I'll send an email shortly]

Aeryn's heard some things on the radio, but isn't really sure of what's going on. So she doesn't think twice about going to Tex's shop.

Okay, she thinks twice when she walks inside and sees O'Malley and all the ducks. "Is this a bad time?" she asks slowly, staying near the door just in case.

O'Malley stopped mid curse and turned his attention to the teenager. He tilted his head and smirked.

"It's always a good time for a bloodletting," he declared happily, his voice deeper than Tex' used to be.

Benedict quacked and flew up, only to land between Aeryn and the door.

That's not the kind of greeting Aeryn's used to hearing, and she knows this was a mistake. She doesn't need to know the how or the why because she knows better. "Right," she says calmly, not doing anything stupid like make any sudden movements. "I didn't come here for that."

She glances at the duck in her way.

"No?" O'Malley jumps up on the counter and ducks down to bring himself more level with the girl.

"Are you another of Allison's little friends? Isn't it touching how a killer can be so missed," he pauses as if he's listening to someone while a couple of elite ducks waggle from behind the counter. "Aeryn."

"I wouldn't call us friends," Aeryn says. "I've done business with her."

"No, she doesn't have friends. I'm her friend, I'll be here long after you've all died and have been digested by my might duck legions." He laughed as the ducks closed in on Aeryn. "Hmmm, a teenager who needs to get her killing done for her. Curious, maybe you aren't so worthless after all."

She accidentally walked into a situation where she's apparently dealing with a psychopath who knows her name, who has a duck army that are surrounding her, and while this does strike her as absurd, she also knows that this isn't a funny situation. "It's possible I'm not," she says.

"She thought you knew the military," O'Malley jumped off the counter and approached Aeryn. "I spit on the military. Thought they could lock me up, but I showed them. We'll show them again. We'll wipe them all out, me and my Duck Army. We'll destroy them all! Join me, Aeryn. Did Allison give you the code to the door? With her weapons this will be like squashing an ant under your boot."

Aeryn decides it's a bad idea to remind someone who spits on the military that he has a duck army. "She would never have given me the code," she says, avoiding the rest of that altogether.

"No, she doesn't trust easily." O'Malley relented. "No matter. I can crush them in my hand," he flexed his fist as if he was already imagining how it felt. "I'll crush their skulls and make pulp out of brain and turn it into fish food!"

She's dealt with some zealot military types before, but this is impressive. And Aeryn doesn't really have an answer for that that won't upset him, so she stays quiet and doesn't move.

"You're not very talkative, are you?" O'Malley observed, a bit confused. "I don't see you jumping with joy."

"I don't think I've ever jumped for joy in my life," she tells him honestly.

"Are you mocking me?" O'Malley shouts, the neutrality starting to annoy him. He'd rather have she ran with terror or laugh maniacally.

She shakes her head, looking over the armor, and then the ducks. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Smart," O'Malley growls, but he's not sure where this girl stands.

Benedict seems to have made up his mind, though, and flutters his wings as he hisses at Aeryn.

"My feathery friend doesn't seem to like you much," O'Malley narrows his eyes and the other ducks close in on Aeryn as well.

Frelling duck.

Aeryn doesn't glare, exactly, but does level her gaze at it. "I've found that a lot of people and things don't," she says. If the duck calls her flat-chested, she's out of here.

Benedict snaps its beak at Aeryn's pants and O'Malley bristles. "No, but that would be reason for him to like you. I smell foul play, it stinks deliciously."

Aeryn takes a step back, making sure she's not going to do anything stupid like step on a duck. "Me?" she asks. "I haven't had time to do anything."

O'Malley notices Aeryn backing off. "No and I don't think that I'll be giving you any."

It's enough of a command, Benedict quacks and within a second, the elite ducks charge at Aeryn's legs.

She'd been trying to avoid this, but fine. Aeryn goes for the knife hidden in her boot, silently thanking Callisto. This puts her at a good level to take out a couple when they charge at her.

O'Malley keeps laughing despite the fact that his ducks are currently getting slaughtered. Benedict however is in a worse mood and flies up before swooping down and snapping his beak at Aeryn's braid.

Reflexively, she hits the bird hard. She knows she doesn't want something like that biting her.

Not caring now if she steps on anything duck-like, Aeryn backs towards the door as quickly as she can. She keeps the knife moving as much as she can, trying to keep them from getting too close. Hopefully.

O'Malley is up in stitches by now as more grunts filter into the room having heard their allies in distress. Benedict his the wall hard and falls down to the ground unconscious.

"Where are you going to run to, little girl?" O'Malley asks, roaring with laughter as the ducks snap at Aeryn. "Soon, I'll burn down your school and barbecue your friends over it."

"I've heard better metaphors," she tells him, getting to the door. She hates ducks now, dammit.

"Oh trust me, it's not a metaphor." O'Malley realises she's getting to the door and jumps forward. "I can show you."

There's no comment from Aeryn this time, kicking a random duck in order to open the door and slip outside as quickly as she can. Sometimes you have to retreat.

Some ducks want to go after Aeryn, but O'Malley calls them off. "Let her go, she will be entertaining enough when I finish with our furry four legged mayor. We have more urgent things to do."

He nudges Benedict with his boot. "Gather your troops, tomorrow we will unleash hell on."

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