“This is incredible, right, Talon?” Griffin asked. He and his partner in ancient relic recovery were walking along the grand boardwalk of New Richland, home to carnivals, circuses, and, purportedly, a dangerous relic they had to keep out of public hands.
“I could do without the sun and this far too wide brimmed hat. Is this made of wicker? It itches,” Talon said. She was not exactly a fan of the beach setting.
“I’m just saying, when it comes to job sites this is pretty nice. No bottomless cottages, no run down train stations, no labyrinth junk yards; there are people here eating something called ‘hot dogs’ and look at that Ferris Wheel! That thing is huge. We should go for a ride,” Griffin offered. He was as giddy as one of his winged dogs back at the safe house.
“We still have a relic to find and relics always come with a guardian. A guardian breaking out in this crowd would be no day at the beach,” Talon said.
“But this is technically already a day at the beach, so even a guardian couldn’t take that away from us,” Griffin laughed, “nothing is going to dampen my day.”
Something was about to dampen his day. A crowd of screaming boardwalk wanderers was running straight at the two treasure hunters.
“Guess we found the relic,” Talon said. She tossed her hat to board walk and ran to the source of the problem.
“I hope it is a hot dog,” Griffin said.
The two maneuvered through the crowd and raced behind a carnival game stall.
“Oh goodness, that’s a big one,” Griffin said. Talon was already calculating how to destroy the beast before them.
A scaly, dripping wet, ten foot tall creature with a snout full sharp teeth was ripping the roof of a supply hut. The roof crumbled away under the might of the beast’s massive claws. It stood upright on two feet, but appeared to put much of its weight on a long tail trailing behind it.
“They keep getting bigger,” Talon sighed.
“You’ve already made a plan right? Something undoubtedly involving the player piano and singing robot thing by the paddle boat thing?” Griffin asked.
“Worse,” Talon said.
“Worse? How could your plan be worse than using the piano as a weapon?”
The gargantuan lizard beast was busy removing roof from between its claws still, but the time to execute a plan, any plan, was drawing nearer.
“Please just do as I say, alright?” Talon said.
The plan began to unfold. Griffin opposed it every step of the way, but he had nothing better to offer. The two pushed the heavy player piano across the boardwalk, pass the row of carnival games, well beyond the smell of delicious hot dog carts, right by the paddle boat booth and into a passenger car of the shiny Ferris Wheel. Part one of the plan went well.
The monster had moved on to smashing through a photographer’s booth. It ate a bit of film strip and developed quite an appetite for the material.
Talon peered around a stall and motioned for Griffin to begin part two of the plan; coaxing the monster to the Ferris Wheel.
“I don’t like this part,” Griffin said as he threw a small, smooth stone at the monster. The creature did not notice. It was busy easy flash bulbs.
Rock after rock was thrown to no avail.
“I really don’t like this part,” Griffin said when he finally abandoned the rock throwing idea. He left the safety of his hidden position and walked out to an open area where the beast could see him clearly. Could, but did not. The photography equipment was delicious.
“Come on,” Griffin muttered. He started screaming, hollering, shouting any and all sort of noise to gain the enormous lizard’s attention. His efforts were rewarded this time around. The beast rose from its sitting position and roared at now very, very inconsequential adventurer.
“And now I run,” Griffin said. His feet could hardly keep up. The beast gained ground fast and the Ferris Wheel felt so far away. Griffin hoped the third part of the plan was in place.
Talon had raced back to the Ferris Wheel as soon as Griffin began throwing rocks. The passenger cart now playing host to the player piano had been rotated to near the highest point of the wheel’s circle and was now waiting for its moment to come. Talon had climbed the inner workings of the wheel itself and was now positioned to kick over the passenger cart as soon as the monster was lured underneath the wheel. She did not account for how exhausting climbing the inner workings of a Ferris Wheel could be however, and now found herself breathless and annoyed with the feats modern engineering could accomplish.
‘Who wants to spin around in the air like this?” She angrily mummbled as her resting heart rate slowly returned. She truly despised being near the beach.
“Talon you better be ready!” Griffin’s voice called out. From her vantage point, the monster looked less like an enlarged gecko and more like a green rat. She did not know which was more vile.
Griffin led the beast straight into the path of the Ferris Wheel. Talon worked through her fatigue, kicked over the cart, the player piano entered a short bit of a song about happy blacksmiths before colliding with the long snout of the monster.
The beast moved no more and the boardwalk was once again safe.
Griffin stood next to the fallen lizard and looked up to Talon. “Good shot,” he shouted, “well timed. We’re getting pretty good at throwing things on top of these guardians.”
“Stick with our strengths. You should find the relic,” Talon said, “I’m going to need an hour to climb back down.”
“Hold tight, I’ll just circle you back down,” Griffin said as he made way for the machine’s controls.
“There’s a big old lizard body in the way,” Talon reminded him.
“Right. You climb, I’ll go get the relic. We’ll meet back here and then off to the safe house we go!” Griffin said.
“We’ll just let someone else worry about the monster?” Talon asked.
“I’ve never once worried about the clean up,” Griffin said. He raced off to where the monster was first spotted before he was tasked with cleaning up the mess.
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