Author's Notes: These have not been betaed. Forgive me any mistakes you find.
You ever get those images? Yeah, you know the images I'm talking about. They come when you're listening to the radio, watching a movie, or out of nowhere? Those images that are too good not to write down but just don't fit into any fic you're working on? Well, here's a collection of them. These just happen to be the crazy ones. Hope you like them, Lady Angel
How insane is Team Seven, let us count the ways ...
Water, everywhere.
The office floor was drenched with it. The carpeting was soaked through. Water droplets ran down in rivulets on the walls.
Assistant Director Orrin Travis got a face full of it. "Where the hell is Larabee?" The words were hissed through clenched teeth. Four naughty, guilty younger men quietly stood without answering, trying unsuccessfully to hide enormous water guns.
Just then the elevator arrived, depositing Larabee on the water-logged floor. He took one look and turned on his heel.
"Larabee! Get back here! They're your men! Goddamnit, Larabee!"
The End
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