So I called my boss this morning to ask exactly how many man-hours he wanted to devote to a radio promotion water-gun hunt featuring a D.C. United goalie as its target. My boss scoffed at such concerns.
"Do you want to get beat on this by Tom Friend, is that what you want?" he asked. "You're there until that boy gets shot. Your readers are counting on you. Get out there."
So I'm here again, outside the Rimandos' place. Nick's car is here. Jacqui's isn't. Sway the Irishman and Two Thirds are here. Boba Fett hasn't been seen since his 12-hour disqualification last night for shooting a non-combatant. Bigdix is reportedly headed toward RFK Stadium. Iceberg is dealing with a family situation. One of my sources (I have several, at this point), has seemed to indicate that Nick is not on the premises. Sway and Two Thirds agree, but they don' t know where else to go. This source told me that I'll receive further instructions soon. My boss thinks I'm being played.
Now the stalkers are on the phone with Donielle Flynn from DC101. They're telling her about last night. "It looked like four raisenettes," Two Thirds said of the garbage bag people.
Last night was more chaotic than I previously indicated. There were cars parked everywhere. Around 11:30, several people ran out of the Rimandos' house and sprinted to one car, and then came the garbage bag-wearing people sprinting down the street, as Boba Fett gave chase, and then another person ran out of the house through the back and down a hill toward a church parking lot that had previously hosted a den of red foxes. Col. Bigdix pursued, but he was felled by a barbed wire fence. The unidentified person ran into the parking lot, got into a car and drove off. People inside the Rimando household cheered. The good Col. returned with a bruise on his leg.
Around 1 a.m., Jacqui came out and said they were done for the night. Everyone left besides the good Col., who spent the night here, and was rewarded with some yogurt in the morning. Sway and Two Thirds returned fairly early this AM. That's where we stand.
Oh, and neighbor Joan Culver was here too. She slept through all the excitement last night.
"You're back at it?" Joan asked the stalkers a few minutes ago.
"Still at it," Two Thirds said.
He told her about last night.
"I love it." she said. "I love it."
Then she left. And the wait continues.