November 24, 9:25 PM
His co-worker stepped in from his break and Gnauga stepped out onto his. Finally, peace and quiet in the Main Street Alley. Nothing like some time to bring out a stool, a laptop, and hit the good ‘ol Blognomic.Half-way through a new post, there was a sudden crash and ensuing racket, coming from the DDF, or A, headquarters. The crash caused him to jump off of his stool, almost dropping his poor laptop onto the hard pavement. He caught it just in time, placed it gently on his stool, and ran to the sidewalk to see what the hell just interrupted him. His jaw dropped at the sight of a fairly awesome Deathship emerging from the headquarters, while black choppers buzzed around it, guns a-blazing both ways. He grabbed for his cellphone camera and snapped a couple of blurry pictures and one relatively clear picture, when he could finally get his hand to hold still. He gaped for a few minutes, when suddenly, the choppers stopped firing for a bit, turned around and seemed to be heading home for the night. He glanced at his cellphone clock, and dashed back inside. He scribbled a note to himself to call the local detective or private eye about this as soon as his shift ended at midnight, and stuffed it in his pocket.