<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.crestock.com/images/2260000-2269999/2262684-xs.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Thunderclap</span></span><br/><em>Sonic Boom</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>6<strong>SPE:</strong>0<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>4<strong>AGL:</strong>1<strong>PER:</strong>3<br/><br/>Newell liked it when the night was quiet. His regular 'day job' so to speak was often so full of sound and noise that it made it hard to really think straight sometimes.<em>No wonder I seem to get the hot chicks who either can't talk very well or have the worse speaking voices.</em>He smiled. Talking with and listening to their groupies is probably one of the last things any of his bandmates had on their minds after a show.<em>Either mind.</em><br/><br/>Tonight, however, he didn't have any kind of gig or rehearsal so he'd volunteered to be on monitor duty and watch over things for the evening. It was a chance to give the other members of the Order a chance to relax and have a night to themselves.<em>Well, unless something came up that needed them, I suppose.</em>Newell glanced at the clock and the calendar and cocked his head slightly as he tried to remember the last briefing he'd been given.<br/><br/><em>Did we have a meeting tonight? I should straighten up a little more around here.</em>He made a note of which cans needed emptying as he moved about the situation room picking up after himself. It wasn't as bad as his dressing room or apartment sometimes got, but backstage he had people to do that and at home he rarely had to worry about anyone dropping by unannounced.<br/><br/>"There," he said, "that should do it, for now."