Mime Attack: Science Fiction

The charlatan dodged away from a jab from the leader of the mimes and ran away from the hustle of the crowd, hoping for a chance to rip off his black-and-white striped shirt. The black beret had already been shed and it was being trampled underfoot by the confused patrons as a swarm of mimes dove through them with not so much as a by-your-leave. Mimes didn't talk, so they didn't ask pardon either. At the moment, the charlatan thought, they didn't seem to be in much of a listening mood either. He could hardly explain that although he wasn't a member of their guild, he did in fact have a good and valid reason for pretending to be one of them. If, thought Jason, he found that bastard who sold him the information that was supposed to help him blend into the mimes guild, he'd have his guts for garters.


Inspiration: Keywords: charlatan, escape, jab. I have no idea where the mimes came from.
Story Potential: I'm so confused I have no idea. Um. Medium-high potential?
Finished Length: ?
Notes: This almost has to be sci-fi. Or a really bizarre fantasy world. Mimes, for goodness' sake! Mimes that really don't speak, and have a very secretive guild, and...yeah. Oh, and the charlatan's a spy.