Longshot

"Oh is that all? I can't say I noticed." Bristle tosses the newspaper away and it vanishes. He turns and begins typing away at an invisible keyboard. "Alright, rebooting defenses. What have we got? Oh! Look at that." He looks up at Longshot. "Incoming."

"Incoming?" Rem repeats.

"Incoming," Bristle repeats, "Five seconds."


Party

The illusions are cast. It is time to rock and roll.