Shopping At Party City
Kevin nods and jumps the fence around the marina.
You can see a few boats have people on it. Looks like a couple of bachelors are living on their boats. What looks like a dinner party is going on in another.
Chester is below deck on a boat named Is A Big One. Cute. Dick jokes for boat names. He's on a laptop, entering codes into a cypher.
Kevin ninjas across the marina, leaping from dock to mast to anchor, until he finally comes up on the railing of Big One. He glances around, then takes out a device. It looks like a smaller version of his cell. He fiddles with it a moment, frowns, and then switches it off, tucking it into his back pocket.
You may be wondering how deep his freaking pockets are. The only thing he hasn't pulled out yet is a sofa.
He lightly sets foot on the deck, and then scampers over towards the wheelhouse.
Below, Chester stops what he's doing, frowns, and shuts off the laptop. He starts to creep out of the room and up the gangway towards the deck.
Kevin is doing something by the wheel. Looks like he's looking for the ship's registration or something. He stops, nostrils flaring, and then he scuttles up onto the ceiling.
Chester comes up on deck. He stands there in a pair of jeans and nothing else, looking like he's posing for a metaphile's muscle mag cover. He turns his head slowly, scanning everything. He starts towards the wheelhouse.
Kevin almost pulls it off. His timing is just one second too early. He flips out from under the roof, trying to catch Chester under the chin with a kick. Chester hops back out of the way, and watches Kevin land on the roof of the wheelhouse.
The two study each other a moment. Then Chester rushes forward.
He must be well insured, because he launches a haymaker that tears apart the wheelhouse structure like so much tissue paper.
Kevin leaps up and over, landing behind Chester. His tail snakes out and wraps around Chester's ankle.
He tries to tug, but Chester seems ready. He's braced himself, so the tug doesn't upend him. Instead he grabs the tail and whips Kevin around by it. He launches Kevin towards teh river.
Kevin mutters, "I...fuckin'...hate..."
The tail that betrayed him again shoots out, this time grabbing the railing. Kevin springs back towards the boat, managing to manuever himself so he lands feet first into Chester's gut.
Chester goes "Ghuwfff!" and steps back, the wind at least knocked out of him.
Kevin tumbles into a standing position. He's back to his pockets again. This time he pulls out what looks like a set of high techy looking brass knuckles. He's also palmed some kind of small canister, no bigger than a forefinger.
"...when someone yanks on my tail..."
Kevin leaps forward, the hand with the brass knuckles raised to come down into Chester's face.
Chester braces, raising his hands to catch the hit.
Which doesn't come. Kevin instead crouces midair, changing the trajectory of his jump so he'll probably land at Chester's feet. With his free hand, he tosses that small canister into Chester's face.
The canister goes off, shooting out what you guess is pepper spray. Chester steps back, gagging.
Meanwhile Kevin lands at Chester's feet. He stands up quickly, delivering a beautiful upper cut with the brass knuckles, which seem to give off an electrical charge.
"DON'T FUCKING TUG ANOTHER GUY'S TAIL ASSHOLE!"
Chester seizes up from the shock and then lands on the deck with a solid WHUMP.
One of the bachelors has come out onto his deck. The dinner party people are also looking out the windows and portholes to see what all the noise is about.
Kevin clicks his tongue, pocketing the knuckles. He picks up the cannister and tosses it into the river. Then he grabs Chester. He frowns.
"Hey Dude. You mind comin' to assist with a pickup? This guy is heavy as anvils."