Mission #11: Mirror Image
An unfortunate typo caused a character to appear in a story where he had not place. Tasmin and Allison step in to sort things out.
A/N: Protectors of the Plot Continuum was founded by Jay and Acacia. Excerpt from Mirror Image by Traser SyberJedi. This mission was chronicled by IndeMaat
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Tasmin was staring at the screen of the console, slurping in air, and sounding a bit like Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lambs. Allison tried to convince herself this was not in the least bit disconcerting. Allison never was a good liar.
"This is a tough one," Tasmin finally said.
"We've dealt with several Sues that could give Superman a run for his money. How tough could this one be?"
"We've got Crane and Decker in a moving vehicle and Lynch for some reason on the backseat. We have to go in and take Lynch out."
"Er, he's canon. We don't shoot canon. Ever." Allison was surprised that she had to remind Tasmin of the rules, but then, sooner or later, PPC agents would start to lose their marbles. Even efficient killing machines like Tasmin.
"I don't mean out like that. I mean out of the car. We have to relocate him."
"So we're with the Witness Protection Program now."
"Something like that." Tasmin started typing at the console. A portal opened. "Come, this is going to be a tight squeeze."
Tasmin stepped through the portal and crawled over Lynch. He didn't notice her until a hand was placed over his mouth. He tried to struggle, but the hand had been holding a cloth drained in chloroform and he lost consciousness.
"Sir, isn't that Peck over there?" Crane asked, pointing out the window of the military sedan.
Decker didn't respond. Tasmin leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "Repeat after me: Why yes it is, Captain. And he's alone and on foot. There's no way he can avoid capture now."
Decker did as he was told. Tasmin nodded to Allison. They pulled Lynch out of the car through the portal without disturbing Crane and Decker any further.
Back in their office they propped Lynch up on their couch.
"So what are we going to do with him?" Allison asked. She was standing in front of him studying him carefully.
"I'm going through all the A-Team fics now to see if there are any set in between 1972 and 1983. We can probably dump him in one of those."
"Can we keep him?"
"Why would you wanna keep him?" Tasmin turned around in her chair and eyed her partner. She never thought Allison had enough marbles to begin with.
"I don't know. Other PPC agents get to keep souvenirs from fics."
"Not canon characters." With that statement Tasmin ended the matter.
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A/N: Lynch has received a new home in A Sergeant's Choice by junkfoodmonkey. The typo has also been fixed in the original story.
A/N: Protectors of the Plot Continuum was founded by Jay and Acacia. Excerpt from Mirror Image by Traser SyberJedi. This mission was chronicled by IndeMaat
-oOo-
Tasmin was staring at the screen of the console, slurping in air, and sounding a bit like Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lambs. Allison tried to convince herself this was not in the least bit disconcerting. Allison never was a good liar.
"This is a tough one," Tasmin finally said.
"We've dealt with several Sues that could give Superman a run for his money. How tough could this one be?"
"We've got Crane and Decker in a moving vehicle and Lynch for some reason on the backseat. We have to go in and take Lynch out."
"Er, he's canon. We don't shoot canon. Ever." Allison was surprised that she had to remind Tasmin of the rules, but then, sooner or later, PPC agents would start to lose their marbles. Even efficient killing machines like Tasmin.
"I don't mean out like that. I mean out of the car. We have to relocate him."
"So we're with the Witness Protection Program now."
"Something like that." Tasmin started typing at the console. A portal opened. "Come, this is going to be a tight squeeze."
Tasmin stepped through the portal and crawled over Lynch. He didn't notice her until a hand was placed over his mouth. He tried to struggle, but the hand had been holding a cloth drained in chloroform and he lost consciousness.
"Sir, isn't that Peck over there?" Crane asked, pointing out the window of the military sedan.
Decker didn't respond. Tasmin leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "Repeat after me: Why yes it is, Captain. And he's alone and on foot. There's no way he can avoid capture now."
Decker did as he was told. Tasmin nodded to Allison. They pulled Lynch out of the car through the portal without disturbing Crane and Decker any further.
Back in their office they propped Lynch up on their couch.
"So what are we going to do with him?" Allison asked. She was standing in front of him studying him carefully.
"I'm going through all the A-Team fics now to see if there are any set in between 1972 and 1983. We can probably dump him in one of those."
"Can we keep him?"
"Why would you wanna keep him?" Tasmin turned around in her chair and eyed her partner. She never thought Allison had enough marbles to begin with.
"I don't know. Other PPC agents get to keep souvenirs from fics."
"Not canon characters." With that statement Tasmin ended the matter.
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A/N: Lynch has received a new home in A Sergeant's Choice by junkfoodmonkey. The typo has also been fixed in the original story.