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Doom Patrol Issue Two: Family Reunion
Doom Patrol Issue Two: Family Reunion
1984
Miami, Florida
“Hello? Lawrence? Lawrence Trainor?”
The Chief says, causing me to spit my rum into my bandages, soaking them. How'd he find my hotel room?
“Ch-Chief?” I stutter, confused as to how Niles found the number to the telephone in my hotel room.
“Yes Lawrence, it's me.” He confirms. “I'm sorry for bothering you, but it's urgent. Cliff disappeared about two weeks ago, a window in his room was broken violently. I have a couple leads, but I thought you may want to know. It's taken me quite a lot of time and effort to find your number.”
“I'm gonna need a one way ticket to Missouri.”
I growl, in my best Clint Eastwood impression.
“No, that won't be necessary. Rita and I will come to you. You see, the tracking chip in Cliffs body just went off on the outskirts of Miami. You won't have to leave your vacation quite yet. We'll bring the private jet, meet us at the airport at four.”
“Hey uh Chief I just wanted to-” He hangs up. I guess he's keeping it professional.
I resume drinking my rum, dancing to the upbeat tune blaring from my stereo.
4:32 PM
I drag myself sluggishly to the front of the airport. I see two blurry figures in front of the double glass doors. They don't look very pleased with me. I check my watch to see the time, I'm a half an hour late. I guess I lost track of time while I was drinking.
“Larry? Are you okay?” A soft and familiar female voice questions.
“Oh, it is you guys!” I scream ecstatically. I limp over to an aging man in a wheelchair, it's Niles.
“Lawrence, have you been drinking?”
He says, with his british grandpa voice.
I place my hand on his shoulder and turn to Rita.
“I'm okay Chief I only had a little. You ready to get the Doom Patrol back together?” I slur, collapsing to the hot pavement.
I awake in the backseat of what I presume is a taxi, sandwiched between Rita and The Chief. They both seem fairly annoyed by my drunk antics, but I'm having the time of my life.
I guess we arrive at our destination, because the cab comes to a screeching halt.
“This is the place, uh, Chang's International Buffet? The fee is gonna be six fifty.” The taxi driver says to the general group.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
Niles says, handing him a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.
“Damn, twenty? Thanks man.”
The driver says, a smile forming on his face.
Rita opens the door on her side, and steps out of the cab. She stretches both of her arms, one opening the trunk and taking out Chief's wheelchair, and the other taking me forcefully by the shoulder and pulling my wasted ass out of the car. She leaves me on the ground, while she wheels The Chief's chair on over to him. She gracefully lifts him up and places him on the chair, and begins wheeling him to the buffet.
I'm too drunk for this shit. I watch them make their way to the door, still lying on the road. I get assaulted with exhaust as the driver speeds away. The door to the restaurant blows open and a short, greasy, Asian man walks outside, wearing a white tank top and sweatpants. He swings his arms open when he sees The Chief.
“Niles! Niles Caulder! It's been years!”
He bellows, an enormous grin on his face.
“Ah, Mr. Chang. How have you been?”
Chief says, receiving a big hug from Mr. Chang.
“Business is good, so I'm great! Come in, come in.” He says, opening the door and gesturing Rita and Chief inside. They follow him inside and I shut my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. My eyes shoot open as I feel Rita's arm stretch out of the doorway and drag me inside the Buffet.
Doom Patrol Issue Two: Family Reunion
Doom Patrol Issue Two: Family Reunion
1984
Miami, Florida
“Hello? Lawrence? Lawrence Trainor?”
The Chief says, causing me to spit my rum into my bandages, soaking them. How'd he find my hotel room?
“Ch-Chief?” I stutter, confused as to how Niles found the number to the telephone in my hotel room.
“Yes Lawrence, it's me.” He confirms. “I'm sorry for bothering you, but it's urgent. Cliff disappeared about two weeks ago, a window in his room was broken violently. I have a couple leads, but I thought you may want to know. It's taken me quite a lot of time and effort to find your number.”
“I'm gonna need a one way ticket to Missouri.”
I growl, in my best Clint Eastwood impression.
“No, that won't be necessary. Rita and I will come to you. You see, the tracking chip in Cliffs body just went off on the outskirts of Miami. You won't have to leave your vacation quite yet. We'll bring the private jet, meet us at the airport at four.”
“Hey uh Chief I just wanted to-” He hangs up. I guess he's keeping it professional.
I resume drinking my rum, dancing to the upbeat tune blaring from my stereo.
4:32 PM
I drag myself sluggishly to the front of the airport. I see two blurry figures in front of the double glass doors. They don't look very pleased with me. I check my watch to see the time, I'm a half an hour late. I guess I lost track of time while I was drinking.
“Larry? Are you okay?” A soft and familiar female voice questions.
“Oh, it is you guys!” I scream ecstatically. I limp over to an aging man in a wheelchair, it's Niles.
“Lawrence, have you been drinking?”
He says, with his british grandpa voice.
I place my hand on his shoulder and turn to Rita.
“I'm okay Chief I only had a little. You ready to get the Doom Patrol back together?” I slur, collapsing to the hot pavement.
I awake in the backseat of what I presume is a taxi, sandwiched between Rita and The Chief. They both seem fairly annoyed by my drunk antics, but I'm having the time of my life.
I guess we arrive at our destination, because the cab comes to a screeching halt.
“This is the place, uh, Chang's International Buffet? The fee is gonna be six fifty.” The taxi driver says to the general group.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
Niles says, handing him a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.
“Damn, twenty? Thanks man.”
The driver says, a smile forming on his face.
Rita opens the door on her side, and steps out of the cab. She stretches both of her arms, one opening the trunk and taking out Chief's wheelchair, and the other taking me forcefully by the shoulder and pulling my wasted ass out of the car. She leaves me on the ground, while she wheels The Chief's chair on over to him. She gracefully lifts him up and places him on the chair, and begins wheeling him to the buffet.
I'm too drunk for this shit. I watch them make their way to the door, still lying on the road. I get assaulted with exhaust as the driver speeds away. The door to the restaurant blows open and a short, greasy, Asian man walks outside, wearing a white tank top and sweatpants. He swings his arms open when he sees The Chief.
“Niles! Niles Caulder! It's been years!”
He bellows, an enormous grin on his face.
“Ah, Mr. Chang. How have you been?”
Chief says, receiving a big hug from Mr. Chang.
“Business is good, so I'm great! Come in, come in.” He says, opening the door and gesturing Rita and Chief inside. They follow him inside and I shut my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. My eyes shoot open as I feel Rita's arm stretch out of the doorway and drag me inside the Buffet.