Yesterday was a tragic day for the gang. While trying to outrun the DEA, Oeditpus Rex was shot by persons unknown. We were forced to abandon the Hummer limo and continue our journey in a school bus. The day ended with a search for dry ice leading to an underground missile silo hidden out in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x4606708The silo seemed bottomless. We wound down and down through blast doors, across scaffolds, and past old control rooms that looked like some unholy mating of Star Trek and Soviet Russia. Jefferson, our wizened tour guide, took us to the center of the earth, it seemed.
Finally we reached the bottom of the facility.
"Where's the dry ice?" said Robeson, who was panting heavily.
"Yeah," said JVS, "When are we going to get to it, and more importantly, how are we going to get it back up all those stairs?"
"Dry ice?" said Jefferson.