When All You Have Is a Hammer

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Characters: Harry, Hughes, Aqua, Xion, others
Content: Harry's been shot and his duplicate is making a break for life support. Time to settle things, wild west style.
Time: Late in the double's week
Warnings: Violence towards Harry Dresden. ALL OF THEM.



That was the problem with inheriting the original's knowledge of dramatic convention, he knew damn well that he had no future. Oh certainly there was the fact that he lacked the innate inhibitions and concerns of his progenitor, but truth be told that wasn't what had driven him to do what he did. After all, he had inherited a certain tendency to defy convention and buck tradition, but he'd also known from the very moment that he had been created that he was just an obstacle, a one note joke to be overcome and dispatched before the real characters moved on with their storyline. He would serve his purpose, then be discarded with all the bit players and one issue side characters to the waist bin of creative endeavors. Essentially, he was the Lockjaw of the Continuing Adventures of the Satellite of Love.

Really, how could he not want to kill everything after that?

Although, truth be told, the goal was not to kill them, but to kill their story. The whole purpose of this place was to get laughs, to make things funny, and the surest way to kill a comedy was to turn it into a utterly depressing train wreck just at the end. He would turn this story into the Gigli of fictional reviews or die trying. It wasn't like he had anything to lose.

Trying too hard to derail the narrative would, however, likely result in a backlash against him, which was why he'd managed to secure a few tools of comedy to further his scheme. Luckily, he had found just the tools he needed upon discovering some old footage of the 'Legend of Dinosaurs' Riff. Truly, it was fitting that Joel Robinson was the architect of their DOOM.

And so it was that he had spent the time while his fellow Shades were causing endless distractions to seek out every shrew, cricket, ant, iguana, crab, preying mantis, and Allison Hayes's impersonator he could find on the ship, and gathered them in the long corridor leading up to the life support room, which he had also filled with a miniature cardboard mock up of New Yokyodon, containing the greatest landmarks of those cities. Apparently his originator's time spent on building Little Chicago had come in handy. When the inhabitants of the Satellite charged in, they would find themselves caught in his trap.

Though, that was really only stage 1.

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Hughes had several knives tucked away as he made his way down the corridors. At the last second he'd also grabbed some gauze and bandages, which were nicely folded in another pocket. He didn't entertain the idea that Harry was the kind of guy to stop for a minute and let him actually USE the damn things, but he was determined to get the guy patched up as soon as he could. If anything else, maybe Harry would pass out and they could safely bandage him and then tuck him away somewhere while they handled the shade. He'd heard that others were coming to help and he really didn't see how this would be any different than the previous shade encounters.

Oh, if only Hughes knew.

Still, he did feel bad thinking that way (a little bit) but it wasn't often he ran across a man more cocky than a certain Colonel. At least Edward had the excuse of being a kid to explain why he acted the way he did, Hughes wasn't sure WHAT wires were loose in Harry's head but after this he was hoping to find out or maybe even knock a few back into place.

He was at the end of the hall and pulled up short. Partly it was because he realized he should wait for backup (just in case, after all a certain someone had already BEEN injured) but also because up-ahead he wasn't sure if what he was seeing was actually REAL.

"What the hell?"