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Survivor part 2 of 3
The laptop still had lots of charge on it. There was a documentation
directory that detailed access into the various places Bill had been.
Baradur was there, a simple encoding for keypad entry. Other dungeons had
similar systems, no doubt, built by the Andersons. An online stock quote
system did not go to Dow Jones. It needed a cookie and a set of revolving,
one time only passwords. You could see into the slave cells, and fuck with
them remotely. Even speak to them with a mechanical voice. The plain text
password file was very long. There were multiple ones for Bill and his
group. Mostly they were variations on ButtHole. Stupid shit, never use an
easily guessed password. The storm had slowly degraded into a hard rain,
so the background noise level had dropped some. It was time to visit the
troops.
"Officer Stafford." Tom answered his phone again.
"Tom, this is Elmo again. I've obtained some better intelligence. What
is the score on your end?" Elmo didn't play around.
"Your given location is owned by some VERY influential and well
connected people." Tom started to make excuses.
"The Anderson brothers. Yes, I know. One of them is dead. The other
will be when I find him." Elmo was not boasting.
"Don't do anything stupid, Elmo. I'm having trouble getting a warrant
on just your word alone." Tom cut to the quick.
"What is your email? I can send you a URL and a cookie. You can show
the judge your girlfriend live on the cell's web cam. You can examine the
other "stock" they have on hand, or place an order for a custom dream
kitten. You can adjust the lights, change the temperature, voice a
message, and listen to the sounds in the cell, just about everything.
Would that help your case?" Elmo wanted to get the assistance.
"I don't know yet. It would help me personally. How would we get in,
if someone were to show up without knocking?" Tom took the ball and ran.
Maybe Elmo was an insider looking to even the score with a tough group.
"There is a coded keypad at every door. I'll attach the program and a
floor plan. No warrant is needed if the door is unlocked, now is there?
Elmo licked his lips. They were surprisingly dry, even if his palms were
not.
"Why are you helping me?" Tom asked.
"What is a Shodan to do? Run away from a duty call?" Elmo said flatly.
"Who else have you informed of this dungeon in the woods?" Tom crossing
the "T's" and dotting the "I's".
"Just Mark Chandler, did that by email too. He was a partner to one of
the former captives. Distantly related parts were relayed to the local
State police office." Elmo had to be careful of what he said. Making
something up here could blow the whole deal. Telling too much would do the
same.
Several hours before, at a road block just west of US2 and US45 the
police bagged a big grey limo. The driver had a MAC-10, suppressed. The
lone rider tried to dodge the inspection by waving a diplomatic passport
and shrieking threats at the officer. Lt. Lightfeather was unimpressed.
While his fellow officers stood with guns drawn, he looked inside and found
the ashtray switch right away. The scared, cold and gagged little girl was
trussed up, and filled with various plugs and vibrators. $500,000 was
found in large bills in the trunk. The C.I. had the info bang on the
money. Senator Snort was called right from inside the limo on the
officer's cell phone. The State Department would hear about Abu and his
driver, someday they might even get to question them. If they could speak
by then, that is. The cells in Wakefield were no Aladdin's palace. Mark
knew of the bust. He figured who the informant was, but didn't offer a
guess to the officer there. With the girl released, the Chief contacted
another asset in Boston. It was a simple matter to gain access to the
yacht, since the staff on board didn't want acute lead poisoning. The
hidden chamber of secrets down in the bilges held three other young women.
The yacht would bring a small fortune when it was auctioned off.
Mark Chandler had not told Tom much, but he was able to provide some
local muscle. Shannon was not mentioned. Tom warned Elmo again: "You are
walking a very fine line, Elmo. Don't screw it up."
"I have not done anything a jury of my peers would convict me for.
Besides, coming to the aid of law a enforcement officer still counts for
much around here." Elmo was right. Those locals in Gogebic County didn't
like outsiders, especially non-tax paying ones. Someone who put an
outsider in their place was a welcome friend anytime.
"You have a point. My email is <a
href="mailto:Tom.Stafford@SanDiego.chp.ca.gov">Tom.Stafford@SanDiego.chp.ca
.gov</a>. I'll be waiting." Tom would be waiting too.
"I'll send it now. Good luck, Tom. Hajimee!" Elmo hung up the line and
dialed up again. He sent the passwords, all the cookies, the URL and the
encoder for the doors. The floor plan was a simple .jpg file. It finished
in 30 seconds. Shutting down the machine, he brought it back to the cabin,
and hopped into bed beside Shannon. The girls came in to say goodnight.
"My door is open; I'll leave the light on in case your mother wakes up.
I've left the laptop out on the chest. Use it if you really want to.
Nighty-Night." Elmo usually could not sleep with the lights on, but worn
out as he was by the girls and the excitement, he dropped right off.
"AAAHHHH!!!! Stop! No MORE! PLEASE DON"T HIT ME AGAIN!
AAAHHRRRGGGHHHHH!" Shannon was having a nightmare.
Introduce several CC's of adrenaline, and stir well. "Shannon, you are
okay, you are having a nightmare. Nobody here is hitting you. Wake up,
Shannon. The lights are on; you can see that you are safe and above
ground. Open your eyes, my queen." Elmo tried hard to sound soft and
soothing. The wakeup call had him buzzing. At that same instant, the
twins appeared, fire in their eyes, *SHARP* knives in their hands.
"Shannon, it is okay. You are in a soft warm bed. No dog cage or
beatings here. Feel the sheets and the bed around you. Feel your neck,
there is no collar anymore. You can tell that is true. Open your eyes;
you can see who is here. Everyone here cares a lot about you. Please,
Shannon, take a breath and relax." Elmo gave his most evil look to the
twins "Put those away please, ladies. Come here and help please!" Elmo
needed the assistance.
"Shannon, what do you feel, Shannon? You can talk now, whenever and
however you wish. You are your own master now, my queen. Please talk to
me Shannon, I promise I do not bite or hit." Elmo pleaded.
Shannon was still breathing hard, curled into a fetal ball, Elmo gave
her hand another squeeze and a light kiss. "Please Shannon, relax just a
little? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?" Elmo was laying it down
rather thickly. The twins stifled a giggle. "My queen, your tormentors
are dead, they cannot hurt you anymore. Listen to the storm outside; hear
the rain on the roof, the thunder rolling down the valley of the lake.
Please talk to me Shannon." Elmo was still worried.
"Master who are you?" Shannon's voice was just above a whisper, barely
above the noise of the rain.
"Thank you my queen! I am your humble servant Elmo Sizorbil. I am not
your master; you are your own master once again. You are in my cabin deep
in the Ottawa National forest, not far from where I found you. Are you in
pain? I have Ibuprofen, Aspirin, Darvon, Morphine, Acetaminophen, Pink
Lemonade and Peanut Butter and Jellies." Elmo rattled off his stores list.
"Yes." Shannon answered. She didn't use "Master", she waited for the
blow, but it did not come.
"Yes, to what Shannon? Pain medicine or the lemonade and PBJ?" Elmo was
greatly relieved.
"Both." She squeaked, still tucked into a ball. That was twice she
addressed someone without using the formal title that was beaten into her.
Still there was not even the sound of a beating in the works.
"Shannon, here is the lemonade, sitting beside you in a sports cup, with
a straw. You are not alone here; you are still wearing your emerald green
socks." Elmo glanced at the twins, who flashed huge smiles back to him.
"The ones that when you rub them together, your daughters will appear to
wait on you hand and foot." Elmo queued the twins with a nod.
"Mom!" The twins said together.
"Slowly!" Elmo motioned with both hands to slow it down.
"We missed you so!" Cindy said softly. Shannon tucked tighter into her
ball.
"Shannon, come back to us. We all love you. Everyone here is free.
Open your eyes please, trust your senses. I'll go get you a Darvon.
Please talk to your twins; they are beside themselves worrying about you
for the past day. Please my queen!" Elmo pleaded before he left to get his
supplies.
"No, this isn't real. I'm dreaming again. No! No! No!" Shannon was
shaking. She hid behind her arms clenching her teeth; waiting for the
blows she knew were coming.
"Mom, this is real, you are above ground. Elmo did take you from Butt
Hole Bill. He has been very thoughtful and treated all of us well." Sammy
talked as she held her mother's hand.
"He is in the S. R. too!" Cindy's voice rose as she spoke. She was
confident that Mom was back among the living.
It dawned on Shannon that she was safe. The Social Register, her
daughter's voice, the sounds and feels of the world rushed into Shannon's
mind like a 500 watt halogen floodlight. "Cindy, my little Cindy, you are
not so little anymore. All grown up! How long has it been?" Shannon
announced her return to this reality.
"Three years, one month, Mom!" Cindy was full of tears, cascading down
her face.
"I can't see you that well without my glasses. Sam, how did you get
that black eye? Have you been fighting with your sister again?" Shannon's
voice rose as she spoke, gaining volume and substance.
"The same way you did, Mom, from one of Butt Hole's thugs." Sammy
sounded depressed again.
"He had you too? Oh, my poor darlings!" Shannon was near tears herself.
"Did is correct. Elmo fixed that too. Who is Lisa, Mom?" Sammy cleared
up, and looked vindictive. She would make somebody pay for their
suffering.
"Lisa? How do you know about Lisa? Lisa is a friend I made at
Baradur." Shannon sounded distant in her reply.
"We think Elmo has something going with her and the other captives, some
kind of commando rescue thing." Cindy started explaining.
"He is a black belt in karate; he has lots of guns here. He asked us
not to play with them, but they are out and loaded. He killed the thug
that gave me my black eye with just his hands!" Sammy finished the details.
So much to say, and such a different place to say it in.
"Here is your Darvon, and a fresh PBJ. Feeling better now my queen?
Need to use the bathroom? I can carry you if you need assistance." Elmo
carried on in a low voice.
"We can help Mom. We thought when mom screamed that Elmo had done
something evil to mom, in here sleeping with you." Sammy looked guilty and
shifted her feet.
"No, it was a dream. It was quite nice to have the company when I woke
up. Being able to talk first, and not say "Master" all the time. That is
a bonus all in itself! Elmo certainly is level headed. What kind of
training have you had?" Shannon was clearly back.
"Not enough for this occasion, my queen. There is one very hard
decision for you to make, now that you are back with us in the here and
now. Where do you want to finish sleeping tonight? I have another bedroom,
close to the twins, that has a lock on the inside. You two have seen it.
Or you can remain with me, with the light on. I could give you a back rub
if you want. Oops, that's two decisions." Elmo looked embarrassed.
"I'll take the company for now, and the back rub. Just lying here is
enough, thank you for the food and drink. How did you know about the PBJ?"
Shannon propped herself up a bit more on the pillows.
"You talk in your sleep, Shannon." Elmo smiled at her. He could tell
that Shannon was rapidly depleting the energy she had left.
"Good night, girls. Sleep tight." Shannon was a mother again.
"Remember Elmo about going to see what is left of Butt Hole in the
morning!" Sammy said as the two marched out the door.
"Yes, I remember Sam." Elmo sighed as he climbed back into bed and laid
hands on Shannon.
"Where are you going with my daughter?" Shannon asked, the Inquisition
had returned.
"About one half a mile west, up the hill there, to the clearing where
Butt Hole Bill almost succeeded in giving you the Blue Butt Plug of death.
She had wanted to see the video Bill took of it, but I didn't think that
was appropriate." Elmo made direct eye contact with Shannon.
"What are you doing for Lisa and the others?" Shannon went full bore in
the quest.
"Hmmm... Your twins are out and about, and very perceptive. I do not
have the resources for a direct assault on Baradur, even if Sauron has
fallen." Elmo chose his words carefully again.
"What? No Elven army to back you up?" Shannon smiled at the reference.
Maybe Elmo was well read. He was already ahead in the score, at least in
her book.
"No, I have just one Eagle as a lookout, and myself. Whatever else I
have cooking, I choose not to discuss as yet." Elmo was firm in his dodge.
"My primary objective is to keep the three of you safe. Once I get you
into town, and get some blue uniforms around, then other opportunities may
arise. Be forewarned, Shannon, I snore." Elmo grinned at her. "When you
are ready, I'll drive the three of you wherever you want to go."
Elmo had started to lose it. You are NOT allowed to become involved
with those that you rescue. DANGER Will Robinson, DANGER! DANGER!
Kathunk! A sheen of white terror overtook Shannon's face.
"Shannon, relax, that is just my tom cat, Tootles, dropping in from the
attic." Elmo was reassuring.
"Slowly turning towards the sound, she saw the blurry outline of the
cat. "He looks like my cat, Odysseus." Shannon started to drift off.
With a light squeeze on her hand, he rubbed Shannon around the edges for
a while. Shannon was soon back in dreamland. Elmo tried to suppress the
adrenaline and go back to sleep too. At least an hour past before Elmo
drifted off himself.
In the morning, Shannon was awake at first light. She found the remains
of the lemonade, and drained it. Elmo lightly caressed her hand. Shannon
returned the attention with a solid hug. "You are a gentleman, Elmo.
Thank you for helping us like this." Shannon was serious.
"When you decide you can move about, the twins can show you around the
cabin. There is a toothbrush waiting for you too. If you are cold, there
are warm things on the coat rack just over there. What would you like for
breakfast? I'm not a gourmet cook mind you." Elmo paused, waiting for the
response, but at that time, Sammy pounced in, dressed and ready for her
woodland walk.
"I heard you two up. How soon will you be ready to go up the hill?"
Sammy wanted to go NOW!
"I've got to get dressed first, please keep your mother company while I
visit the outhouse and get ready. You can use those boots to keep your
feet dry out there. It is going to be wet, wet, wet." Elmo kissed
Shannon's hand and backed out of the room. He was thinking of Thing one,
and Thing Two on that cold, cold wet day.
Elmo made his pit stops, brushed his teeth, and then went outside to hit
the picture windowed outhouse (Why stare are a wall, when the lake is
there?), then the tool shed to gather the vest, and more powerful weapons.
Sammy was waiting at the door. The two traveled up the hill, found the
logging road, and quietly moved to the section line. Elmo thrust out his
hand to stop Samantha. She looked back at him like he was just trying for
a quick grope.
"See the color beside those bushes? That was not there yesterday when I
carried your Mom out. Wait here, and use this if you need to." Elmo handed
her the .380. He crept forward, watching for movement. There was nothing
moving but insect life on the floor of the forest. He motioned for Sammy
to come forward.
"These three bodies were not here yesterday. They are still warm. It
looks like these three tangled with that hornet nest. See the dent on its
cone? Stay well away from it." Elmo noticed that Sammy was not keen on
getting stung.
"Ho, the other Anderson twin; Ha Ha! Shithead, you lose!" Elmo was
gleeful. "Butt Hole is over there, to the right. The others are close to
the vehicles. So pursuit was close at hand. The eagle knew it." Elmo saw
Sammy was not listening.
"Ewe, yuck! That is just plain gross. That bastard deserved to
suffer." Sammy was pleased that Butt Hole died the way he did.
"What did Dry Dick Anderson leave for us? Hmmm... another laptop, a
GPS with MY coordinates in the destination field. Shit, he was tracking
us. We had better go, Sammy. We need to find a phone and call Wakefield."
Elmo was heading back to camp. The laptop had ratted him out. How did
each laptop know about the other?
"Who is Wakefield?" Sammy showed her natural curiosity.
"Wakefield is the headquarters for the State Police in this county.
It's about 70 miles away. Are you satisfied with the state of Butt Hole
and company?" Elmo queried the teen.
"Yes, that was the motherfucker. No more deep throating that shit
covered monster." Sammy looked disgusted with the taste in her mouth.
"We will check in, and eat. Then we will go for a boat ride to find
that phone." Elmo trudged down the path back to the cabin.
"What did you see?" Cindy and Shannon were in the living room when the
two returned. The Mini-14 was out and leaning against the fireplace.
Somebody did not want to take any chances.
"Butt Hole Bill was in two parts. Nose up, and shoulders down. Other
than air, there was nothing in between. I recognized the two Andersons,
and two of their thugs. The two other thugs in suits I did not know."
Sammy was delighted to make the report.
"What is for breakfast, Elmo?" Shannon inquired.
"My queen, the menu lists eggs and cinnamon toast this morning, grape
juice, lemonade or 2%. Did you find the toothbrush?" Elmo bowed low after
reciting the meal choices.
"I like mine fried, sunny side up, and I'll take the grape juice,
please." Shannon was feeling hungry. A real meal was something she had not
been given in a very long time. The toothbrush was a luxury beyond dreams.
"We'll take scrambled, Elmo if you please." Cindy said, but the stove
was already setup for cooking both dishes.
"We were pursued yesterday. Evidently the bad guys know where we are,
they had our GPS coordinates. It does appear that a biological weapon did
in the three of them who were coming this way. My queen; might I suggest
coffee and a shower. You will find your 9mm in the bedroom cabinet. Ammo
is in the lockers on the floor there." Elmo talked while he cooked.
"Sam and I are going across the lake to the land lines. We'll tell the
State Police about the bodies. They should be a help to anyone wanting to
visit Baradur." Elmo finished his eggs and started cleaning up.
Shannon fixed Elmo with her glare and frowned.
"If you want Sam to stay here, that is fine with me." Elmo thought he
had stepped on a toe.
"No, that is not what I was thinking." Shannon didn't finish explaining
in front of the twins.
The boat needed serious bailing. While Elmo was pouring out one of the
last buckets, Sam noticed activity on the other side of the lake. Blue
uniforms out on the white plastic pier.
"Why would the police be across the lake? Isn't that where we came from
yesterday?" Sam clearly was a smart cookie.
"Yes, that is where you two were. Maybe someone found yoyo and reported
it." Elmo didn't say he reported the destination of the limo.
The two approached the official frenzy from the north, slowing the boat
and killing the engine. A darker complexioned officer, with stripes
shouted out to them.
"Do you need something, sir?" Lt. Lightfeather surveyed the two in the
boat. Rubber Necker's he thought.
"Yes sir, officer. I have several things to report, likely related to
your being here. I was just on the way over to that black A-frame there to
call Wakefield." Elmo spoke loudly, even though the distance was down to
about 20 feet now.
"What is your name, sir?" Lt. Lightfeather got a better look at them,
and took out his notepad.
"I am Elmo Sizorbil, S-I-Z-O-R-B-I-L. I own some property across the
lake, over there." Elmo replied.
"And who is this with the black eye?" Lt. Lightfeather pressed his
questions.
"I am Samantha McDonald." Sammy spoke to match the officer's tone.
"What is this you need to report? We are very busy here." Lt.
Lightfeather still thought the pair was just getting a better look at the
search underway.
"On Saturday morning I saw a red truck, a dodge ram I think, 4 wheel
drive type with an extend-a-cab here. There were three Caucasian males,
bearing suppressed MAC-10's, unloading brown packages into a bunker off to
your right. They looked about 10 kilo packages. They didn't want company.
Two were in Pendelton long sleeves, one was in a suit." Elmo recalled the
details of his spin around the lake.
"I see a septic tank." Lt. Lightfeather dismissed it.
"It is a bunker. The top slides to the west under power." Elmo added,
sensing the Police wanted more details.
"Is that all?" Lt. Lightfeather really wanted to get back to work, not
banter with locals.
"No, less than an hour ago Sam and I were walking the section line, west
of the lake. We came upon a similar truck, and a number of bodies. Three
of them were still warm." Elmo dropped the nuke and watched.
"One of them was missing his neck and jaw. It was really gross!" Sammy
put on her best valley girl accent.
The trooper moved out further onto the pier to get closer. The forward
motion of the boat had already taken the pair to within and arms reach of
the pier. At that moment, some really stupid fish, which looked like a 2
pound smallmouth, flopped out of the water and landed in the boat. Sammy
jumped, startled. The fish floundered on the boat bottom. Elmo reached
down to collect the fish as the eagle screamed and dived from its circling,
way above the trio.
"EEEEScreeeee!!" The eagle announced.
Elmo tossed the fish higher than he would normally have to release such
a critter. The eagle picked the fish out of the air, right in front of the
officer, and winged off with it.
"Scree, Scree!" The eagle headed back south.
"We are slightly more even, my friend." Elmo said to the bird.
"That is a sign, no doubt about it. How do we get to these bodies,
sir?" Lt. Lightfeather was urgent in his request.
"Take old US2 west past the main road. The fire number is E22725. You
might need a flame wrench or a saws-all. The gate is substantial if it is
locked. About two miles in the road will take a left, and a graded path
will fork right. That is the section line. Back up 30 feet and follow the
trail to the left. You should be able to see the truck from there." Elmo
said.
"You know this area well." Lt. Lightfeather changed his mind about the
rubber neckers.
"I grew up here. Every summer I lived up at the cabin in these woods."
Elmo was proud to be there.
"You also seem to know the eagle." Lt. Lightfeather reflected a bit of
awe over the relationship, and what he had seen.
"A pair of eagles has always been on the lake. The osprey visits once
in a while." Elmo showed he watched the lake too.
"Thank you Mr. Sizorbil. We will check it out and stop by to see you
later today." Lt. Lightfeather stepped back from the water. He had his
radio in his hand.
"Fine, we'll be over there. E3360 is the fire number. Left at the fork
by the gates." Elmo waved and started the jet again.
Once back at camp, Sam recounted the fish story. It was a 14" fish now,
Elmo thought closer to 10". Shannon, clean and sweet smelling, had retired
back to the bedroom.
"Why do you call me 'My queen'?" Shannon queried.
"I call you that because you should be treated like royalty. Besides,
we have not been properly introduced yet." Elmo mocked an aristocratic air.
"Would it be okay if I took the twins outside to practice some with the
house guns? It might prove useful." Elmo tested Shannon with the question.
Shannon gave Elmo a knowing look, then nodded in assent. After the
usual morning chores Elmo and Cindy headed out back to the shooting range.
Twenty five feet, metal plate backstop, and a large hillside behind that.
The shooting stand was just off the road side. Elmo setup the equipment on
the stand, and went over the range rules. Ear muffs, shooting glasses, the
9mm, .380, .357 (smith, 686 10") and the Mini-14. The MAC-10 was kept
hidden but accessible inside with the others, just in case.
"Start with the .380, Cindy. Watch how high your back hand rides on the
handle. That slide will cut you on the web of your hand." Elmo thought he
was addressing a novice.
Blam! A near miss. Blam! A hit. Blam! Another hit. Blam! Blam!
Blam! Cindy drilled the target in a nice tight pattern.
"I've been sand bagged by a girl!' Elmo hit the side of his head in a
false show of dismay.
"Good work, Cindy. Try the Smith this time; it has a bit more kick."
Elmo was ready this time.
WHAM! A miss to the left, but not by much. WHAM! Hit! WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM!
"You don't need any practice Cindy. You are better than me." Cindy
smiled and put down the .357. She picked up the mini.
"Watch the slide on you lead hand, Cindy." Elmo warned her.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The echo was loud too, coming off the other side of
the lake. The target had plenty of ventilation holes in it.
"CEASE FIRE!" Elmo bellowed.
"What did I do wrong, Elmo?" Cindy looked like she was in trouble.
"Nothing, my dear. There are two State Police, guns drawn, coming down
the road. Please set the gun down, and back up from the stand two steps.
Let them see your empty hands." Elmo had been watching Cops on Fox.
The police looked them over carefully. Seeing the stand, the targets,
and the backstop, they holstered their side arms.
"Mr. Sizorbil, I see you are getting in some target practice." Lt.
Lightfeather said as he looked at Cindy.
"Yes, sir. I mistakenly thought the girls needed the work." Elmo smiled
at the humor.
"Girls? What happened to the black eye, Miss?" Lt. Lightfeather
fingered his gun. His partner moved off to the side.
"Oh, that was Sammy, my twin. She is inside with Mom." Cindy looked
pleased.
"Just who else is here with you, Mr. Sizorbil?" The other officer asked
the question.
"The twins, their mother, myself, and my cat, sir." Elmo gave a straight
answer.
"You gave us quite a scare with the shooting. 49 49." The other officer
called in his radio. "The shots are a local and a minor having target
practice on a range. Cancel call for backup."
"Who is your mother?" Lt. Lightfeather asked Cindy.
"Shannon McDonald. She is an FBI agent." Cindy knew how to drop bombs
too.
"Could we see your ID's please?" The other officer was going about his
duty.
"Sure. Mine is inside, along with her mother's. Should I get it?" Elmo
wanted to head off a full scale inspection.
"Cindy, could you get my wallet, it is inside in the cabinet, next to
your mother's ID folder. Please?" Elmo tacked on as he motioned for Cindy
to go.
Samantha returned bearing the wallet and the badge.
"How did you get that eye, young lady?" The officer asked.
"Ah, it was a domestic dispute sir." Sam answered straight.
"Did he do that, or did your mother?" Lt. Lightfeather gave an evil eye
look.
"Oh, no sir! I had this before I came here." Sam back pedaled.
"How long have you been here?" The other officer asked, making notes in
his pad.
"Several days now." Sam answered right back.
"Can I see your mom too, please?" Lt. Lightfeather wanted all the
stories.
"No. She is in bed, and is not feeling well. I'd rather you not
disturb her just yet." Elmo took a defensive stand.
"And what else don't you want me to see?" Lt. Lightfeather shifted back
to his holster.
"Mom also had a problem with this dispute. I've been asked to look
after these ladies for several days until it settles. I am further
enjoined from discussing any security arrangements or particulars in this
case. If you absolutely insist on seeing Ms. McDonald, I can escort you,
alone, inside to see her." Elmo offered the compromise.
"That would be acceptable, proceed." Lt. Lightfeather said.
Cindy had taken up a station on a chair beside her sleeping mother. In
her lap she had the other 9mm, Shannon's service pistol. The trooper came
in quietly, and watched the two for several minutes. Seeing Shannon had a
matching black eye and general run down but clean condition he backed out
of the room.
"I am satisfied that the woman matches her ID, and that you are well
protected. From what, I do not yet know. How did these women get her? I
see only one car." Lt Lightfeather had lots of questions to ask.
"I'm not permitted to discuss that, sir." Elmo stonewalled the officer.
"There were three FBI agents in the pile of bodies out west. Are you
the same Elmo Sizorbil that reported a grey limo and a kidnapping?" Elmo
knew the cat was out of the bag.
"That depends on if the preteen was present and unharmed." Elmo said yes
and no at the same time.
"I will not comment on that. I will say that if the eagle trusts you to
hand feed it, and these girls feel safe toting guns about your cabin, then
I'll trust your word at this point in time. When will you be available if
we have more questions?" Lt. Lightfeather tossed the bone back out on the
table.
"Try tomorrow afternoon. We should be back from town then." Elmo said.
"We'll be by to chat." The officer went off to his partner to confer.
"Is it alright for Sam here to continue killing communist backstops?"
Elmo was ready to push his luck.
"Sure, we'll call in, and then watch for a bit." The other officer was
sure to watch Samantha alright; he had already been doing it.
"49 49. F.I.R. Completed, the locals intend to resume target practice.
We are returning to the homicide scene." The officer said.
"Alright Sam, your sister made a monkey out of me. Start with the .380,
release the safety and proceed." Elmo was ready for a good shot. He was
not disappointed.
Blam! Blam! Blam! Three direct hits in the target.
"Seen enough?" Elmo asked Lt. Lightfeather.
"Yes, she can shoot." Lightfeather replied and headed back down the road
to the car they had abandoned before they heard the gunfire.
"What did you tell the other officer?" Elmo wanted to compare stories.
"Not much, we have been here two days and that I was not to talk about
who gave me or mom the black eyes. We live in St. Louis, and we trust you
to take care of us and Mom." Sammy had covered it well.
"They will compare notes, I'm sure. I don't think the Indian is one to
worry us for now. He is no Menominee local, his accent is wrong for that."
Elmo was no great judge of ethnic background; but there were some things
even he could not miss.
Back out on the left coast, Tom had been extra busy. Taking his State
Issue Dell to the judge, he set Netscape onto the "Stock" URL and started
trying passwords. The first had expired. The second unlocked the applet
and the main page popped up. There was Lisa, in cell #2. The judge saw it
too. Clicking on her icon, Tom was rewarded with her vital stats, a live
close-up, a sound channel, and current conditions in the cell. The current
cell temperature is 62 degrees. Last service was 37 hours ago. The cell
temperature slider was visible, and a text to voice field was blinking.
"What can I do?" The judge asked.
"We can start by running the heat up. Let's try 82. And let's give the
voice widget a try too." Tom was eager to do something.
"Leez, this is Tom. I can see you; hold on, I'm coming for you." Tom
clicked the send button.
Lisa flinched as the voice came overhead. The two spectators heard the
stiff mechanical voice drone out its message from across the continent, and
into the judge's chambers.
"Tee, help us!" Lisa pleaded. She didn't dare to say more.
"I'm on the way. I love you." Tom sent back. Lingering on the image
for a while, the judge asked "Who else is in this prison?"
They paged back and did several print screens.
"You have your search warrants, and arrest warrants for any and every
person on the premises. You have a blanket warrant for everyone on that
Org chart too. What about your C.I., Elmo. Is he involved in this? The
judge wanted everyone involved put into the meat grinder, and fed to the
local cats and dogs.
"The Michigan State Police had his name, and a location. Seems he
turned in a Jordanian that was transporting a preteen kidnap victim across
state lines. I found his web page, and his dojo from there. I called his
head of studio. He is a Shodan, and does instruct sparring classes. He is
not on the payroll, but is liked by the staff. He was the master
instructors sparring partner for many years. I think it is likely he can
defend himself in a pinch. All his info checks out so far. I hope he will
call back." Tom was fidgeting, he wanted to go NOW!
"Fine, Tom. Your father's Lear jet is waiting. Here are the signed
warrants. Get going, bring my daughter back safely." The federal judge was
tight faced. Nice to have friends in high places, too!
"Yes, sir!" Tom departed quickly.
At the Wakefield branch, Lt. Lightfeather was going over the paperwork
for the day. Special Agent Fred Jones was there to oversee the artifacts
and evidence that was collected at the scene. More Blue Butt Plugs,
MAC-10's with suppressors, more packages with cash inside. The evidence
from the Sayeef arrest was another pile altogether. Close to a million in
cash just sitting in the evidence locker.
"You talked to this informant several times today, Lieutenant?" Agent
Jones queried.
"Yes, a different sort of fellow. Something peculiar is happening at
that lake. While I was taking the report in the morning, a fish jumped
into his boat. He threw the fish back, and an eagle bagged it in mid-air.
He said something about getting even." Lightfeather stopped shuffling
paperwork to see the look on Agent Jones' face.
"He had houseguests too. He would not say how they arrived or who gave
them their black eyes. No comment on where they came from or how long they
were staying. The twins were extremely good looking. They looked just
like their mother in fact. They said their names as Cynthia and Samantha
McDonald from St. Louis. Mom is Shannon McDonald, an FBI Agent too. Do
you know her?" Lightfeather was just plodding along with his speech. His
mind was not quite so slow.
Agent Jones dropped his coffee mug. It shattered on the floor and made
a mess. The light turned on in the Indian's head. There was the reason
for Elmo's keeping quiet. He began to think he might have made a mistake
in talking.
"Shannon McDonald Alive? Did you see her?" Agent Jones was breathing
hard.
"Yes, I said the twins look just like her. Why the interest in the
woman?" Lt. Lightfeather knew the jackpot chime was starting to ring.
"Shannon was thought to be killed in a mob related car bombing three
years ago. The twins disappeared over nine months ago. Not even a trace
of them. Are you sure those are the women you saw?" Agent Jones was almost
shouting.
"Yes, very sure. We watched one of the girls shooting on the local's
range. A very good shot for a young lady. It looked like she had done it
before." Lt. Lightfeather could not resist pushing this agent's button.
"Holy Shit! I've got to call Mark Chandler. He was Shannon's partner
for years. This was at Taylor Lake where the others were found?" Jones was
completely ballistic.
"Yes, right on the lake. You think there is a connection between the
homicides and the women?" Lightfoot queried. A domestic dispute, really
now...
"A million dollar connection!" Jones was already looking up the number
he wanted to dial.
"Mark This is Agent Fred Jones, Duluth office. I have an eye witness
that states he saw Shannon McDonald and the twins ALIVE, 70 miles south of
Wakefield Michigan today." Jones barked into the phone.
"That is old news, Fred, but thank you for the confirmation. Someone by
the name of Elmo reported it to me." Mark responded.
"The location I didn't have exactly, but the news I had. Thank you for
calling." Mark had a destination now.
"How long have YOU known?" Jones had the air let out of both front
tires. This Elmo guy was better connected than he thought. A mob
connection?
"I found out Saturday afternoon by email. I understand Bill Andrews is
dead too. Some kind of acid bath I hear." Mark wanted more info, not to
keep talking.
"We must talk to this Sizorbil character." Jones was ready to drive
south on the spot.
"Not for at least 24 more hours, please." Mark applied the brakes hard.
"Why not for a day? You want this Elmo to have these women alone in the
woods for another whole day? Is something cooking?" Jones was suspicious
now. Lt. Lightfeather had already put two and two together.
"Where exactly is this place? How do I get there?" Mark was back to
getting information.
"US45 to old US2. Then east about 10 miles. The road is E3360." Jones
read the sheet out loud. "What should I do on this end?"
"Post a guard on his road. Do NOT bother him. Beware of red trucks!"
Mark knew that would get Jones's goat.
"Done!" Jones said, and hung up. Mark still had several calls to make.
The probate judge wanted an eyewitness before canceling the pending
transactions. Mark wanted the Portland property cleaned, stocked, and
ready for its rightful occupants. He was going to take care of Shannon,
even from this distance. He made some other calls too.
"Ready for Dinner, Mom?" Cindy as usual was keeping the watch on her
mother.
"Yes, dear. I think I can handle sitting for a while now." Shannon was
still moving slowly.
"Elmo cooked beef tenderloin, rare, potatoes and broccoli for dinner."
Cindy was hungry too. A steak dinner, freedom and her mother back from the
dead. Christmas had appeared in early June.
"Would you like a Budweiser or a glass of Zinfandel with that my queen?
I'm sorry I don't have a suitable red here. They give me such a headache."
Elmo bowed low to Shannon as he spoke.
"Harrumpgh! Fire the wine steward! Zinfandel would be wonderful, Elmo.
What do you think the State Police will do when they figure out who we
are?" Shannon was positive, and upbeat. She could picture a Keystone Cops
comedy routine all too clearly.
"They have lots on their plate right now, with the bodies and such, but
I'm sure they will come for a visit in force. Lt. Lightfeather reads the
signs well; he isn't your standard issue cop. I suspect they will want to
watch us before doing anything dramatic." Elmo steadied Shannon as she
limped to the table.
"We should go into town in the morning. I'll buy you some real clothes,
shoes, and the like. There is a one hour glasses shop. We can get you
some specs to see with. There is also a chocolate store there too. They
make their own candy in house. It's one of my favorite places in Eagle
River." Elmo set to work on his meal. The egg rich sauce made for a good
presentation on the plate.
After the dishes were washed and stowed, Elmo was ready to relax for a
while. Shannon shuffled back to the bedroom.
"I was going to ask where you wanted to sleep tonight, but I see you
have already chosen. Did you want the light on tonight too? Elmo smiled
and held Shannon's hand.
"No light tonight, thank you. I am recovering quickly with the support
and attention that I'm getting." Shannon slid into bed and lay back.
"Fine. My queen, I am going out to visit the outhouse, and bomb Bin
Laden some more. Each of the two holes has a name, Saddam is the other
one. I'll likely putter in the tool shed, and then come in for bed. Okay?"
Elmo had his plan ready.
"See you later, dear!" Shannon closed her eyes and sank back into the
bed. A real bed after those awful years of cages, she was starting to feel
like royalty too. Elmo was not a bad sort of fellow. He really did care,
and it showed. There was something about Elmo that fit well with her.
The twins looked at each other, then at Elmo. Elmo ducked out the door.
This was getting a bit more involved than was comfortable for him. He was
getting attached to the group and to Shannon in particular.
"Hello Tom." Elmo was relaxing with a Bud at his workbench.
"I was hoping you would call. I have the warrants in hand and I sent
Lisa a hope-gram online. Thank you for the URL." Tom was settled into the
jet's plush seating. A pilot as well as an instructor, Tom had the plane
on autopilot. He was closing at close to 600 knots to the area where Elmo
was sitting.
"You sound like you are airborne." Elmo could hear the wind noises and
the jet drone.
"Lear-borne, is more like it. I've got help with me." Tom patted his
service pistol.
"Great! One request; Stop in at Pick-N-Save when you get to Eagle
River. Buy fixings for 5 PBJ sandwiches and a six-pack of lemonade. Bring
the stuff in the dungeon with you. Listen to the responses carefully."
Elmo gave no further reasoning or instructions.
"Sure, 'Tis an odd request, but I'm confident the reasoning will show
up." Tom was shaking his head. This Elmo was a strange bird, no doubt. He
didn't offer all the information at once, just enough to make things
interesting. But then again, normal people did not make Shodan in Kenpo.
"I'll call again in the AM. I'll be on a local cell then. Kill any
resistance you meet, by hand or by high velocity lead." Elmo fondled the
MAC-10.
"Who is giving orders here?" Tom knew what was meant. Elmo had a
personal interest in this too, it seemed.
"Bye. BCNU." Elmo hung up. He packed the treasures carefully, only an
intrusive inspection would find them.
"Why the smile, Elmo?" Shannon was waiting up for him.
"I just stirred the pot, and called for a PBJ delivery." Elmo grinned
like the Cheshire cat.
"The girls said your cell doesn't work here. No service." Shannon
suspected a hidden resource. She was willing to go the distance and find
out what was cooking now.
"True, my cell will not reach. But Bill's is Iridium." Elmo threw that
particular cat out of the bag.
"You have been keeping secrets out in your shed. What else do you have
out there?" Shannon smiled at Elmo. He was not in trouble, he was
delivering what Shannon wanted. The twins were quite correct in their
observations of Elmo.
"You knew I was cooking. I would have answered you directly if you had
asked." Elmo said. He didn't say what else he had hidden out there.
"Who knows?" Shannon sat upright.
"Tom Stafford, Lisa's fianc, Mark Chandler, your former partner, and at
least one judge. There are warrants in Tom's hand." Elmo's heart was
pounding. Shannon heard her former partner's name and knew he would get
the job done if anyone could.
"Would you like to cuddle, Elmo?" Shannon patted the bedside. "I could
use the company and the warmth next to me." Elmo's heart fluttered.
Shannon's mind was made up.
"Twist my arm, my queen." Elmo said as he turned off the gaslight. He
had not expected mom to be forward too, but then he didn't do that for the
twins either. The two snuggled and shifted until they found a nice
spooning position. Shannon ran her fingers through Elmo's chest hair. She
had a naughty idea, and a simple plan to get it done.
At 0600 on a Monday morning, fifteen Wisconsin State Troopers, one CHP,
and two FBI agents breached Baradur. One thug in the garage where the
dungeon entrance was ate '00 buckshot with his doughnut. Another was
dispatched with a chop to the neck as he raised his MAC-10. They met no
further resistance as they went through doors and past lockers of
equipment. The first cell was empty. Cell number two had a slightly
warmer, tow-headed drowned rat in it. She was very sore and hungry.
Naked, bruised, cut by lying in the dog cage for several days straight, but
alive. She hung crying in Tom's arms. Quickly the cells were cleared, and
all were out in the sun again. The rescue squad set to cutting off the
collars, and giving quick checkups to the women. Tom remembered the
lemonade and PBJ's. He handed them out.
Handing one to Lisa, she froze... new tears flooded her eyes.
"Shannon! Shannon is alive! Shannon is ALIVE! She must be. Who said
to bring these?" Lisa cast her eyes around. Tom looked and remembered
about Elmo and his personal interest. Shannon was a name Elmo had brought
up.
"I do not know about a Shannon, but the C.I. who told me where to find
you sent the PBJ's." Tom thought about Elmo. Just enough information to
get the job done... Then another whole set of questions.
"Who is Shannon, Leez?" Tom's curiosity got the better of him. Holding
Lisa close in a sweat suit he had brought with him from home, Tom kissed
her and waited for an answer.
"Shannon is Butt Hole Bill's personal pet. She was supposed to be
killed several days ago. Bill is the head of the Sex Crimes Unit for the
FBI. You've got to take him off the street, Tom!" Lisa was scared again.
She didn't want to face that big creep again, not even in court.
"So it WAS you on the speaker. I had hoped against all hope that it was
you. To have you appear and rescue us with PBJ's and lemonade was
something Shannon and I dreamed of." Lisa still did not believe her good
fortune, but the PBJ was real, and so was Tom's warmth.
"I understand that Bill died of an Acid Bath, or some Butt Plug kind of
thing. He and the two Anderson brothers went to visit the three headed dog
Saturday, that was two days ago." Tom made another round of PBJ's before
the women were shuffled off to Rhinelander and the hospital. Tom and Lisa
went into town together when the Troopers were done with them.
Elmo awoke to the feeling of something warm, and wet on his manhood.
There were two hands assisting it in its slow sucking massage. Up and
down, the tongue hitting the sensitive underside on each stroke. Something
to match Hollie he thought.
"Shannon, you don't have to do that at all." Elmo was unsure as he
spoke.
"Shut up and take you medicine, secret keeper!" Shannon spoke from under
the covers.
Both twins silently observed the covers bobbing, and heard Elmo speak.
They moved quietly back to the kitchen to start breakfast. Elmo had not
initiated it, but was surely enjoying the actions of their mother.
Breakfast was a quick affair. Shannon was slow to move, but was cheery.
Her mobility was fair, and she made it to the car under her own steam. The
boy in blue was parked at the top of the hill just before the big road.
You would have missed him he was so well hidden. The call went back to
Wakefield, the tail was inconspicuous. As the foursome passed the Trout
Hatchery, Elmo powered the cell phone and dialed Tom's number.
"Good morning, Elmo!" Tom saw the caller ID on his handset.
"Is it a good morning, Tom?" Elmo queried.
"Yes, an excellent morning for all but two guards." Tom got the facts
out on the table.
"Is Lisa with you?" Elmo asked. Shannon appeared nervous.
"Yes, she is. Who Is Shannon?" Tom wanted confirmation on his ideas.
"Shannon is right here. She is my C.I. Would Lisa like to talk to
Shannon?" Elmo was giving Shannon another big present.
Shannon sat up higher in the seat, and took the phone crying.
"Lisa?" Shannon almost whispered.
"Shanny, when I was handed a lemonade and a PBJ I knew you were still
alive. You always did survive everything they did to you. Is Bill really
truly dead?" Lisa longed to hear more from Shannon.
"Yes, the body has already been taken to the morgue. Where are you?"
Shannon asked.
"We are in Eagle River. Where are you?" Lisa wanted to see her badly.
"Tell her we are about 40 minutes out. Meet us at the Pamida in 45
okay?" Elmo thought ahead. He could hear the other end of the cell
conversation.
"Why would it take us 45 minutes to go 17 miles?" Cindy had been
watching the road signs.
"We have a stop to make at the optometrist before the reunion, there is
a package waiting. We also don't want to be too public just yet." Elmo
still was concerned. The tail changed at the state line.
"Glasses? You have glasses waiting in Eagle River?" Shannon asked.
"Yes, Bill had stored your prescription and Lisa's in his laptop. I
ordered them for you over the net." Elmo had kept another secret.
"What about Bill's group?" Cindy asked.
"We will need to keep our eyes open for red trucks." Elmo answered.
"Shannon, you will have to decide what you want to do after town." Elmo
prodded the pretty woman sitting next to him.
The clerk at the one-hour store was quite surprised to have a cash
customer. He was even more surprised at the $100 tip, and being told to
forget Elmo was ever in the store. They crossed US45 and the posse was
plainly visible. Three marked units, and a truck, clustered together a
ways from the entrance. One officer had on a different uniform, a Big
Officer. Elmo let the ladies out right at the door, and then moved off to
park. The Troopers watched him, but did not advance. Cindy had an
envelope with $2,000 in smaller bills, she was ready to shop. They had a
cover story of a boat sinking in Lake Superior on Sunday. They would need
it.
Elmo reached the doorway, and gave a Kenpo bow, out of Mass Attack, to
Tom. He even stepped out of the cloak before turning and going in.
"What did he just do?" The ranking officer asked Tom.
"He said 'Hello, I'm a black belt' to anyone in his order." Tom replied.
"Lisa, wait here. I don't want to take any chances on losing you
again." Tom said.
"I've got good company here, I'll be fine." Lisa replied. The other
Troopers took the compliment.
The troopers took up positions by the doors. Tom walked in with a third
trooper and made for Elmo.
"Hello Elmo. Where is Shannon?" Tom wanted to see the goods.
"She and her daughters are over there, by the underwear, in the green
scrubs." Elmo kept watching the door.
"You said nothing about twins!" Tom made a connection.
"True, it was not required yet, was it? At any rate, here are a set of
glasses and a set of shades for Lisa. They should be close to her
prescription. A parting gift from Butt Hole Bill." Elmo still didn't move
from his watching post.
"You are exceedingly well informed. What is your line?" Tom wanted
answers before Lisa came in.
"There are too many ears here for that, Tom. Is that Lisa?" Elmo was
still watching. Another Trooper accompanied Lisa into the store. The
manager of Pamida saw lots of cops and funny dressed women in the store.
He was sure to get any trouble moved outside as soon as possible.
"What is the problem here? You need shoes on to be in this store." The
manager puffed up, as he appeared to be doing his job.
"These ladies are from a boat that sank yesterday on Lake Superior.
They lost all their gear, but they survived. Should they go elsewhere to
restock?" Elmo took a forward stance on the manager, who backed up. The
Troopers closed ranks in support.
"Ah, well, eh? I'll look the other way, just this once." He said as he
exited the aisle briskly.
Tom extended his hand for a firm handshake. "Thank you Elmo, for all
your help." Tom said, and gave a Kenpo bow.
Lisa and her escort appeared, Tom gave her the glasses, which she
quickly put on. "The twins are with Shannon? Where on earth did they come
from?" Lisa went over to the three and hugged them all. More tears flowed
as the two older women chitchatted.
"I knew that if anyone would survive and get help, it would be you
Shannon. A way cool job of it too." Lisa still could not believe her
current luck.
"Elmo was the mover and shaker that got the rescue on the road. I've
been out of it for several days." Shannon said to Lisa.
"Elmo, over there with Tom, said you could join the shopping spree. You
could use some things, couldn't you?" Cindy extended the invitation.
"That sounds good to me, thank you. Which twin are you?" Lisa asked.
"I'm Cindy, that is Sammy." Cindy answered.
"When you did not come back, and we didn't get another daily beating, I
knew something was up. They never missed a beating." Lisa continued to
Shannon.
"Something did happen. It is quite a story. I'm overjoyed to see you
again, really see you. Elmo even got these glasses for me. He looks a lot
like Bill, with the beard and all, but he has lots more hair on his head.
Oh, that is a nice shirt, are there any more?" Shannon hobbled about and
continued to shop.
Tom for his part began to get agitated when the hug went on for too
long. Way too long for HIS fianc and another woman.
"Don't bother about the PDA, Tom. They have had a very rough time of
it. They never got a break from their torments until now. Let Lisa join in
the shopping, it is therapeutic for women to shop." Elmo had that one
nailed.
"You flew a Lear here? Must be nice!" Elmo ribbed Tom.
"It is borrowed from my family. A four-hour direct flight. Your sensei
said you work with women in teaching sparring. Very patient and careful."
Tom tried not to watch too much shopping. Elmo kept watch on the shoppers,
and kept an eye to the door.
"You read my home page? Sparring is my only exercise and outlet. I
never spar an under belt to win, only to teach and improve their skill set.
It just would not be fair." Elmo replied.
"So how did you get such good information? C.I.'s like that cost a lot
to keep." Tom was not giving up.
"Bill's big mouth and bigger ego started the whole thing." Elmo leaned
closer to Tom. "His anal retentive record keeping and poor passwords on
his laptop provided all the details. Right down to the glasses and time of
the month." Elmo spoke very softly and blocked his lips from view while
speaking.
"Where is it now?" Tom wanted a look.
"Safely stowed." Elmo wouldn't give an inch more.
"The ladies and I had planned to go to the local candy store for fresh
chocolate after this. Would the two of you like to tag along? I'll buy!"
Elmo's comfort level was rising.
"This is already costing you a fortune." Tom didn't want to get over
extended, not that he was hurting for cash.
"Just because I got a divorce does not mean I'm in the poor house. I
planned ahead for a rainy day. I've got no plans past Trembley's. I don't
know what the girls will want to do. They could head south to the
hospital, or back to St. Louis, or back to my cabin in the woods. I have
a guest house, bunk beds, queen bed, lights and such. Water is up the hill
at the main cabin, or there is a spring outside the door." Elmo just tossed
the offer in the air.
The ladies had progressed to the checkout in record time. Less than an
hour of shopping. Elmo and Tom wandered slowly over to the doors. $715
worth of clothes, makeup, shoes, purses and sundries. They headed into the
restroom in pairs. The three other Troopers were still outside talking to
someone. The women emerged looking much different from half dead rats.
Lots better in fact. As the group emerged from the store, a taller blonde
with short hair and a pants suit side stepped the Troopers and produced a
9mm, pointing it in the general direction of the shoppers.
"You fucked up my vacation and my life! Now it is time to die you vile
scum!" Jenny screamed in her now super deep voice. The gun was almost to
level with Elmo's head. Shannon dropped into a fetal ball. Lisa hid
behind Tom from the strange woman with a gun. The troopers simply stared
in disbelief that an FBI agent would do such a thing. Elmo launched
forward to compress the slide back a fraction of an inch, thereby
activating a safety on the firearm. He grabbed the hammer with the other
hand and followed with a full power thrust kick to the shocked woman's
midsection. The gun remained in Elmo's hand, the woman landed on her butt
on the asphalt some distance from her previous position. Without turning
around, Elmo handed the gun back to Tom, and stepped forward to cover the
group.
"Quite a way to say Thank You, Frizzy. I kept you out of that slave
dungeon. Look at what you have done to Shannon. She is curled up and
shaking on the ground!" Elmo was not taking any shit.
The only thing discernable from Jenny was a fire and hate in her eyes.
She jumped back up and right into a clean Tae Kwon Do roundhouse to the
head, Elmo's head. Flashy, but way too slow for a Kenpo person. Stepping
off angle, Elmo dodged the kick. Jenny lost her balance, but recovered and
charged again. Elmo dimly heard Tom say "WAIT!" to the Wisconsin Troopers.
They didn't appear as a valid target to Elmo, so he did not even notice
their drawn guns and hammers back. Furious, scarlet faced, the FBI agent
and former lover of Shannon threw every series of kicks she knew at Elmo in
one long blitz. Elmo threw himself to the ground at her feet and rolled
into the attacker. The classic roll block swept Jenny's legs out from
under her. The stiff arm coming up off the ground found its mark in her
groin for an audible thump. She fell flat on the ground, doubled up in
pain, completely winded. Elmo backed up towards Tom, still in a forward
cat stance. Shannon was still shaking, but Lisa and the twins were right
with her.
Tom motioned to Elmo and said to the Troopers "His sensei was not
kidding when he said Elmo was not easily intimidated. Yes, he really is a
black belt."
The troopers already has Jenny cuffed, and frog marched her off to a
nearby car. Jenny hissed and spit at the officers as she recovered her
wind.
"What do you want me to do with that one?" A Trooper with the stripes
said.
Shannon recovered enough to respond "I had hoped Jenny would rescue me,
but after a great while I figured she had moved on. What is the score
here, three felonies so far? Keep her on ice for a day or so, the let her
go. She met her match and lost. Cindy, Sammy, let us go. We are done
here." The troopers looked at Tom for guidance.
It was quite a parade leading down US45 to the business district. Two
Wisconsin patrol cars, two California Highway Patrol officers in a rental,
and one mother hen clucking to her brood. Inside Trembleys, the twins
showed they were unrepentant chocoholics. Elmo took up a station by the
door after discussing his order with Shannon. The two State Troopers were
outside, several feet from the door on either side. As the twins started
to check out, a black Ford sedan pulled up, and stopped in the street
opposite the shop. Two suits began to emerge.
"Trouble!" Elmo screamed, and walked directly at the nearest suit, arms
up and out. The driver came to a range of five feet and opened fire with
his 10mm issue sidearm. BLAM! BLAM! Two shots at point blank range went
into Elmo's chest.
"Yeow, shit! That smarts!" Elmo thought as he focused his left hand on
the gun's hammer. The right hand went in as a web hand to the throat.
Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow. Fully automatic fire from a suppressed MAC-10
swept the front of the store from the passenger suit. Several rounds went
into the driver's back, but the suit kept firing. Stereo KABLAM!'s
resounded from behind the collapsing Elmo. Both Troopers had loosed head
shots on the standing suit. He didn't stand there any longer. Panicked
screams filled the area from terrified shoppers and tourists. The troopers
barked for backup, and EMT support.
"Clear!" Came the loud voice of one trooper who advanced on the slain
passenger from the other side of the Ford. Sirens screamed in the
distance. Blood drained onto Elmo from above. Two hundred pounds of
literally dead weight pinned Elmo to the street, his one hand still clamped
to the gun, the other thrust into the driver's throat. The other Trooper
wrenched the gun from the driver's hand, and shouted "Clear!" He then
pulled the body off Elmo.
Continued in part 3
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