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Who Killed Dewey?--Part Deux

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It was a dark and stormy night............

So begins the blog. What has become of our fearsome leader? Only the Shadow knows.

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  1. Landfall2004's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Cos
    Let's do it.
    It's time for a good mystery before the big one hits, even if it doesn't. I'll go with DJ in the library with the pipe.
    ...
  2. McBart ender's Avatar
    I like it....

    "It was a dark and stormy night,


    ...unless it wasn't." The wind was blowing and rain was falling in almost exactly the same way Bonnie didn't.

    There were sounds of dissension emanating from the parlor. The heated discussion had something to do with the particular breed of olive served with the evenings Bunker-Marys. Barkeep quickly resolved the problem by eliminating all olives and adding a double shot of chilled vodka to all existing cocktails.

    The usual crew was gathered around the roaring fire just as they gathered once every week to review the information each had obtained since the previous meeting. They were an eclectic group; intelligent and energetic with life experiences spanning all of the realm of reality and occasionally fantasy. They had much in common, and often almost nothing in common. There was nothing they couldn't do as a group. Except perhaps this.

    Their cause was singular: Where the hell is Dewey this time?

    Each in their turn they presented and discussed the information they had gathered from their investigations, research, or consultations with the local Klingon Business Astrologer down the road.

    COS was first to chime in with "DJ in the Library with the Pipe", but after prodding was unable to produce a body so the discussions continued....

    ....



    (Next? ====>)
  3. InTheCone's Avatar
    I still say it's.....

  4. Ossqss's Avatar
    Sorry,,,,, after what happened last night in Manchester, I am done not profiling.

    You can put your kids in the line of fire, not me.. I fight back from lessons learned........ Just sayin.....

    Does anyone realize the segregation involved in how the EU manages things that promotes this type of opportunity for the opportunist?

    Think about it...... then it comes to your house........ Screw them!

    Nough said by me!

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9AbeALNVkk
    Updated 05-24-2017 at 04:06 AM by Ossqss (Delete me as appropriate for the thread please...... I am not gonna take it anymore!)
  5. KanKunKid's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by McBart ender
    I like it....

    "It was a dark and stormy night,


    ...unless it wasn't." The wind was blowing and rain was falling in almost exactly the same way Bonnie didn't.

    There were sounds of dissension emanating from the parlor. The heated discussion had something to do with the particular breed of olive served with the evenings Bunker-Marys. Barkeep quickly resolved the problem by eliminating all olives and adding a double shot of chilled vodka to all existing cocktails.

    The usual crew was gathered around the roaring fire just as they gathered once every week to review the information each had obtained since the previous meeting. They were an eclectic group; intelligent and energetic with life experiences spanning all of the realm of reality and occasionally fantasy. They had much in common, and often almost nothing in common. There was nothing they couldn't do as a group. Except perhaps this.

    Their cause was singular: Where the hell is Dewey this time?

    Each in their turn they presented and discussed the information they had gathered from their investigations, research, or consultations with the local Klingon Business Astrologer down the road.

    COS was first to chime in with "DJ in the Library with the Pipe", but after prodding was unable to produce a body so the discussions continued....

    ....



    (Next? ====>)
    It was the best of times, it was the wurst of times.
    I should have known better than to sit in on another Bunker Mary meeting, but a case is a case and my files are still full of the pertinent information that was scrounged up the last time Dewey disappeared. The Kidd detective agency (and dog sitting service) has been slow of late not that I would ever admit it, but I could never turn down a request from LF.
  6. Landfall2004's Avatar
    Thanks, 3K! We must endeavour to persevere, and keep our fellow Bunkmates from going nuts during the slow part of The Season.

    I'm sorry that The Muse is not upon me. Prepping for vacation, have to pay all June bills before I go, and line up the sale of a commercial bldg. so it can close while I am gone. I am more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. The logical side of the brain is working, but not the creative side.
  7. Landfall2004's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Ossqss
    Sorry,,,,, after what happened last night in Manchester, I am done not profiling.

    You can put your kids in the line of fire, not me.. I fight back from lessons learned........ Just sayin.....

    Does anyone realize the segregation involved in how the EU manages things that promotes this type of opportunity for the opportunist?

    Think about it...... then it comes to your house........ Screw them!

    Nough said by me!

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9AbeALNVkk
    I hear ya, Oss. Glad you got that off your chest.

    What I don't get is that if security is tight going INTO a venue--shouldn't it STAY that way???? HELLLLLOOOOO?

    At Disney (I'm headed to Disneyland) you go out a different controlled gate than you came in. "Controlled" is the key word.

    Hopefully everyone learns something from this tragedy.
  8. Aislinn's Avatar
    Lightening lit the room, the candle fluttering in the lamp as if in a vain attempt to tell me which direction to go in. I really needed to remember to buy batteries, the ladies would shoot me without a second thought if they caught me with these candles. Thunder crashed, the Party Barge surprisingly calm despite the force of the storm. I glanced around at the well worn leather seats, the deep mahogany antique wood tables and sideboard. Throws of various colors, muted in the darkness lay softly folded on a chest in the corner, one of the ladies' efforts to soften up the room. The long bar across the far side of the room showed no sign of it's recent activity with the exception of a bottle of Glenlivet 21 Year Old Archive scotch and two Glencairn glasses. I hadn't put them out. I turned slowly looking around the room, the hair on the back of my neck standing.
  9. McBart ender's Avatar
    Still..... Nothing there. The slightest whiff of fresh cigar smoke caught my attention for just an instant, then gone again. Was it real, or just another of the many ghosts that reside here? No, no it was gone now. Glancing again at the glasses, was that a hint of lipstick? I know that shade. I've seen that before. I know who wears that shade.


    (Nice set-up Ais )

    Quote Originally Posted by Aislinn
    Lightening lit the room, the candle fluttering in the lamp as if in a vain attempt to tell me which direction to go in. I really needed to remember to buy batteries, the ladies would shoot me without a second thought if they caught me with these candles. Thunder crashed, the Party Barge surprisingly calm despite the force of the storm. I glanced around at the well worn leather seats, the deep mahogany antique wood tables and sideboard. Throws of various colors, muted in the darkness lay softly folded on a chest in the corner, one of the ladies' efforts to soften up the room. The long bar across the far side of the room showed no sign of it's recent activity with the exception of a bottle of Glenlivet 21 Year Old Archive scotch and two Glencairn glasses. I hadn't put them out. I turned slowly looking around the room, the hair on the back of my neck standing.
  10. Aislinn's Avatar
    I walked closer to examine the bottle and the glasses. Yes, it was the correct shade. MSGAL had used that glass, but she'd left with the others. Hadn't she? But whose was the other glass? No lipstick, but not all the ladies used lipstick. Or one of the men? Dewey? Had MSGAL and Dewey had a drink together? But wait, the bottle was unopened, yet pale caramel colored liquid lay in a small puddle at the bottom of each glass. I picked one up and sniffed. The world began to spin.
  11. Landfall2004's Avatar
    I woke up in an unfamiliar place, my wrists and ankles bound, my mouth covered with duct tape. The room was unlit, but there was a sliver of light coming in from a small window. I heard something in the distance--was it a busy freeway or waves crashing on the shore.............? Then I heard footsteps headed in my direction.
  12. McBart ender's Avatar
    I heard keys fumbling in the door lock, then the latch turned. As the door opened I couldn't see who it was, only that someJuan was entering the room.

    How did I get here? Oh yea, that sniff of scotch. Wow, that's powerful stuff. I must remember to have Barkeep stock it more often.

    A gruff voice demanded "Where's Dewey?". I didn't know what to say. The gruff voice asked again, "Where's Dewey!?" So I answered as best I could. "Mmmmphphhhfff Mmmmmm mmm mMphFmm!"

    A hand removed the duct tape as the voice now demanded "WHERE'S DEWEY?!" Then, I stuttered a bit and tried to answer. "Ouch! How should I know. We're all looking for Dewey."

    The shape with the gruff voice passed briefly through the small slit of light. In that moment I thought I saw a familiar face, but I couldn't be sure. This one sided inquisition continued for several minutes, each time the voice asked 'Where's Dewey?'. I would always answer some BS designed to slow the process and frustrate the voice, and it eventually paid off. Sure enough, as I stalled long enough, the shape passed once again through the sliver of light. That was all it took. I immediately recognized that face. You can imagine my surprise. ...for it was none other than Dr. Quack Masters.

    He looked quite worn and disheveled. I don't think he grasped that I had recognized him. What mayhem and circumstance of life could have brought him to this mess? I had more questions now than ever.
    Updated 05-29-2017 at 04:06 AM by McBart ender
  13. KanKunKid's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by McBart ender
    I heard keys fumbling in the door lock, then the latch turned. As the door opened I couldn't see who it was, only that someJuan was entering the room.

    How did I get here? Oh yea, that sniff of scotch. Wow, that's powerful stuff. I must remember to have Barkeep stock it more often.

    A gruff voice demanded "Where's Dewey?". I didn't know what to say. The gruff voice asked again, "Where's Dewey!?" So I answered as best I could. "Mmmmphphhhfff Mmmmmm mmm mMphFmm!"

    A hand removed the duct tape as the voice now demanded "WHERE'S DEWEY?!" Then, I stuttered a bit and tried to answer. "Ouch! How should I know. We're all looking for Dewey."

    The shape with the gruff voice passed briefly through the small slit of light. In that moment I thought I saw a familiar face, but I couldn't be sure. This one sided inquisition continued for several minutes, each time the voice asked 'Where's Dewey?'. I would always answer some BS designed to slow the process and frustrate the voice, and it eventually paid off. Sure enough, as I stalled long enough, the shape passed once again through the sliver of light. That was all it took. I immediately recognized that face. You can imagine my surprise. ...for it was none other than Dr. Quack Masters.

    He looked quite worn and disheveled. I don't think he grasped that I had recognized him. What mayhem and circumstance of life could have brought him to this mess? I had more questions now than ever.
    But the questions I had on my mind right now had nothing to do with Dr. QM. these questions seemed to become the focal point of all my my thoughts. As the fog began to clear, 2 separate and distinct thoughts ruled my consciousness, no, 3! Yes. 3.

    The first was..Where is the bathroom?
    The second was not as important but linked to the first. Is the toilet paper Charmin? or at least Cottonelle? Or is it "John Wayne" tp? The 3rd was becoming a little higher in priority as it began to show itself as a major assault to one of my senses. What is that SMELL?
    In the dark there was a vague shape of darker shadows mixed with lighter ones. I heard no sound from them or saw any movement. Were they....?
    No. It just can't be!
    I was frozen for a few moments at the possibilities of what those shapes could be. As my imagination, fueled by the unknown began to whirl and clatter in my head churning out some morbid and disgusting themes that did not help the situation, I had to try hard to reject most of them just for the sake of physics and reality, but one particular aspect of one theme kept reappearing; the concept that those dark shapes being deceased bodies of former tenants of my current residence.
    I wanted to reconnoiter, but as dark as it was, I was afraid to stand and if I fell, the thought of landing face first into a decaying corpse was enough to make me reconsider that option. So, I crawled on the floor on all fours, making sweeps with my hand in front of me. The one patch of light on the floor became my center of travel with my back to it, in ever widening circles as I attempted to find something porcelain as the urgency of Question #1 was beginning to become a panic situation and the pressure was building.
    Note to self: NEVER eat Mexican food before being kidnapped!
    As I made it to a corner I felt something with an opening! It seems to be a cave of sorts! Was this my escape? I slowly felt the edges to see if it was big enough to crawl through. Upon preliminary exploration, it seemed to be just big enough. Inside me I felt a pang of panic brought on by a healthy dose of claustrophobia. But I took a deep breath and solderied on and began my descent into the blackness of the small tunnel.
    As I slowly crawled along, I could feel rocks jutting out from the top of the tunnel and scraping my back. I arched my back and duck my shoulders, but my lower back was held up in the air by my thighs and was hard to push down, like Catherine Zeta Jones in the movie where she was twisting and bending her body to avoid laser beams. I am sure I looked nothing like that and chalked one up to the darkness.
    The tunnel leveled out now and made some turns and now I was crawling up at an angle. After what seemed like ages, I finally saw a light ahead!
    I am saved!
    Or at least I outsmarted my captors. MSGAL would be proud of me. I imagined the praise in that thick sweet as honey southern accent..
    But as I crawled out into the opening and gazed upon the light seeping through a slit in the door, I came to realize that I was back in the same room.
    I cursed the room and the tunnel and the smell and finally Dewey for getting me into this mess.
    My efforts did not seem to help my current inflated rectal situation and now I was getting dizzy.
    I sat back and just tried to breath I laid on my side and faced away from the door hoping the angle would give me better light.
    But as I was just starting to relax, I heard a "BANG!!!" and the door swung open suddenly!! Light filled the room! I was startled!
    The sudden sound and light shocked me to my core and tightened every muscle in my body! I was taking a breath to scream when my poor sphincter deserted its post and let the flood gates open. The sound was loud and like an explosion and aimed in the general direction of the open door. The person slammed the door shut and cursed as the bass flatulence sound echoed through the caverns.
    I was a bit relieved and although I may have soiled myself and blew a hole in a fresh pair of boxers, the pressure was less now and I had a reprieve. My brain quickly came back to 100% function and I decided to scramble away from the door.
    Nothing could prepare me for what came next!
    The door slowly opened and a strange voice said "Don't shoot!" likely referring to the fart I just blew at him. As light shined on his face, my jaw dropped in amazement!
    How could it be?
    I blinked like a toad in a hail storm as my eyes grew accustomed to the light.

    I must have presented a pitiful picture as he gazed in upon me, he too blinking and coughing as the fart wafted its way to him.

    "What are YOU doing here?"
  14. MSGAL's Avatar
    LOL..Kkid....now you do know~~~I told you long ago....we women don't like anything pertaining to body parts and sounds..of course, Im talkin about that farty stuff..lol..sooooo, please slide into another more..... ~~~lady-like talk...well, lol, not too lady-like...we girls love shady dark, tough guys....just continue this great job....for I m enjoying every word of it.....and btw, I just found it...Ima lil behind~~~~..but never fear I'll catch up...I luv ya

    much!!!
  15. MSGAL's Avatar
    AND..... I just found out that Kkid didnt write all this.......I am soooo sorry!!!!.... Ais, Bart, LF...soooo sorry...great work !!
  16. NavarreMark's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by KanKunKid
    But the questions I had on my mind right now had nothing to do with Dr. QM. these questions seemed to become the focal point of all my my thoughts. As the fog began to clear, 2 separate and distinct thoughts ruled my consciousness, no, 3! Yes. 3.

    The first was..Where is the bathroom?
    The second was not as important but linked to the first. Is the toilet paper Charmin? or at least Cottonelle? Or is it "John Wayne" tp? The 3rd was becoming a little higher in priority as it began to show itself as a major assault to one of my senses. What is that SMELL?
    In the dark there was a vague shape of darker shadows mixed with lighter ones. I heard no sound from them or saw any movement. Were they....?
    No. It just can't be!
    I was frozen for a few moments at the possibilities of what those shapes could be. As my imagination, fueled by the unknown began to whirl and clatter in my head churning out some morbid and disgusting themes that did not help the situation, I had to try hard to reject most of them just for the sake of physics and reality, but one particular aspect of one theme kept reappearing; the concept that those dark shapes being deceased bodies of former tenants of my current residence.
    I wanted to reconnoiter, but as dark as it was, I was afraid to stand and if I fell, the thought of landing face first into a decaying corpse was enough to make me reconsider that option. So, I crawled on the floor on all fours, making sweeps with my hand in front of me. The one patch of light on the floor became my center of travel with my back to it, in ever widening circles as I attempted to find something porcelain as the urgency of Question #1 was beginning to become a panic situation and the pressure was building.
    Note to self: NEVER eat Mexican food before being kidnapped!
    As I made it to a corner I felt something with an opening! It seems to be a cave of sorts! Was this my escape? I slowly felt the edges to see if it was big enough to crawl through. Upon preliminary exploration, it seemed to be just big enough. Inside me I felt a pang of panic brought on by a healthy dose of claustrophobia. But I took a deep breath and solderied on and began my descent into the blackness of the small tunnel.
    As I slowly crawled along, I could feel rocks jutting out from the top of the tunnel and scraping my back. I arched my back and duck my shoulders, but my lower back was held up in the air by my thighs and was hard to push down, like Catherine Zeta Jones in the movie where she was twisting and bending her body to avoid laser beams. I am sure I looked nothing like that and chalked one up to the darkness.
    The tunnel leveled out now and made some turns and now I was crawling up at an angle. After what seemed like ages, I finally saw a light ahead!
    I am saved!
    Or at least I outsmarted my captors. MSGAL would be proud of me. I imagined the praise in that thick sweet as honey southern accent..
    But as I crawled out into the opening and gazed upon the light seeping through a slit in the door, I came to realize that I was back in the same room.
    I cursed the room and the tunnel and the smell and finally Dewey for getting me into this mess.
    My efforts did not seem to help my current inflated rectal situation and now I was getting dizzy.
    I sat back and just tried to breath I laid on my side and faced away from the door hoping the angle would give me better light.
    But as I was just starting to relax, I heard a "BANG!!!" and the door swung open suddenly!! Light filled the room! I was startled!
    The sudden sound and light shocked me to my core and tightened every muscle in my body! I was taking a breath to scream when my poor sphincter deserted its post and let the flood gates open. The sound was loud and like an explosion and aimed in the general direction of the open door. The person slammed the door shut and cursed as the bass flatulence sound echoed through the caverns.
    I was a bit relieved and although I may have soiled myself and blew a hole in a fresh pair of boxers, the pressure was less now and I had a reprieve. My brain quickly came back to 100% function and I decided to scramble away from the door.
    Nothing could prepare me for what came next!
    The door slowly opened and a strange voice said "Don't shoot!" likely referring to the fart I just blew at him. As light shined on his face, my jaw dropped in amazement!
    How could it be?
    I blinked like a toad in a hail storm as my eyes grew accustomed to the light.

    I must have presented a pitiful picture as he gazed in upon me, he too blinking and coughing as the fart wafted its way to him.

    "What are YOU doing here?"

    Feeling discretion was the better part of valor and the fact that I was too terrified to answer, I crawled to a side door, silently opening it and escaped outside. I hid myself among stacks of wooden crates stowed along the dock.

    The party barge, riding at anchor, was briefly visible in the distance when a large lightning bolt struck the mast of a nearby schooner.

    I smelled smoke and shortly after a small flame became visible on the schooner and the flames began to grow. In the light of the flame I saw him come out the same side door and could see his silhouette moving past me and down the dock.

    Lightning struck again and I saw him stub his toe on a dock cleat and cursing he went *** over teakettle into the bay.

    I didn't wait around to see if he came up.....
    Updated 05-31-2017 at 04:45 PM by NavarreMark
  17. Ossqss's Avatar
    As I meandered down the dock towards the shoreline, I could see something under the dim streetlight.

    What is that I pondered? It was rather large, white, and moving slightly back and forth. As I got a bit closer, it became clear as to what it was. It was a horse, not just any horse, it was Horse, that was his name and I knew him well. It also gave me a clue as to who it was behind me in the drink. It was Dewey's brother!

    Yes, it had to be Dewey's brother Dudley Do-right indeed, as Horse was his horse. Was he here too trying to solve the mystery of his brother, or was he part of that mystery?

    Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound in the distance!
  18. Landfall2004's Avatar
    Love it, Guys and Gals!!! Keep it up. I will check in. Adios.
  19. KanKunKid's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Ossqss
    As I meandered down the dock towards the shoreline, I could see something under the dim streetlight.

    What is that I pondered? It was rather large, white, and moving slightly back and forth. As I got a bit closer, it became clear as to what it was. It was a horse, not just any horse, it was Horse, that was his name and I knew him well. It also gave me a clue as to who it was behind me in the drink. It was Dewey's brother!

    Yes, it had to be Dewey's brother Dudley Do-right indeed, as Horse was his horse. Was he here too trying to solve the mystery of his brother, or was he part of that mystery?

    Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound in the distance!
    I wasn't sure what the sound was, but it didn't sound good! The flash of light that came a millisecond before told me it was lightning, and here I was out in the open! I found a little niche in the crates close to a wall of shipping containers that gave me a bird's eye view of the area. Lightning would rather hit the metal containers I reasoned and then a thought struck me.
    I remembered back to the first Star Wars saga and how they escaped in the Millinium Falcon after a close brush with the bad guys. I remember what the Princess said about the escape being too easy and began to wonder if I was being tracked somehow and they let me loose on purpose to follow me! Ha! I'll fix their wagon! I reached into my pocket and pulled out my Samsung Galaxy phone and gave it a mighty toss toward the water. I expected to hear a small "sploosh" sound, but instead, I heard a sound like it hit a wooden floor, then I heard a loud cry: "OUCH !@#%@#$%@#$%!!! What the...." and some splashing in the water. I was just about to crawl down from my perch to check on Dudley when the door opened and the dock was filled with about 6 men and they were looking at a screen glowing in the dark. They were probably looking for my cell phone or possibly, nothing like that at all!

    As they walked toward me I could hear a bit of the conversation:
    "Yes sir. In a manner of speaking sir. No sir, we do not have him at the moment, but we expect to.............Yes, I know. Yes, I will get back to you...I'm sorry! We don't know, one of the guards..........Ok, yes sir. ..."

    He took the phone away from his ear and turned toward the man next to him. "All right, he has 10 minutes on us. Use the tracker, I want a hard target search, send team 3 about a 1/2 mile out and set up a perimeter. He won't go far...He is a stupid as he looks! Move out!"

    With that the group disbursed and went off in different directions. The man talking on the phone was the boss I assumed or the leader. He was scratching his head and looking around and thinking to himself and muttering something (I imagined was not friendly) under his breath.

    I didn't hear a peep from Dudley. I hoped he could swim.

    I could hear firetrucks coming and sirens getting louder as the schooner was totally ablaze! The jib sail wrapped around the jib stay was lit up like a torch and the stub of a mast was afire and it's flame reflected off the water and looked rather lovely for a disaster, like some women I know...knew.
    I looked for Horse the horse, but he was gone, perhaps Dudley made his escape before the guys came out or maybe after.
    For the moment I felt safe in my perch.
    I wondered where I was and so I reached for my phone to use google maps. But after a moment or two, I remembered that I tossed into the water, by way of Dudley's skull.
    I began to feel regret now that I had done it. Not hitting Dudley with the phone, but throwing it away. I must have panicked and my adopted movie reactions caused me to do what they do in movies. Maybe I was as stupid as I looked. All I had to do was turn it off and pull out the battery.
    Oh well.

    The fire crew arrived and began pulling out hoses and shouting and generally causing a scene. It was just what I needed!
    I went to one of the ladder trucks and as I had hoped, a spare fire suit and helmet and boots were there. I quickly put them on! I was just about finished with my right boot when the door opened and a man with a grizzled face and a rough voice looked right at me and shouted at me, "What in the hell are you doing in there?" I stammered around and was trying to find a way to start from the beginning, but he stood there waiting for it seemed like an eternity, I got out, "Well, you see.." and he cut me off and said, "I don't care, go with engine 6, some of the sparks landed on the roof of that shed over there and it is full of flammables! I need a ladder and a pumper NOW! Move your ass Captain!" he turned and left as suddenly as he had come.
    I looked at my helmet. "Captain Levi Cowan" Oh boy...

    I tried to find engine 6 and give them the word, but the chief must have gotten to them first because they were wetting down the roof of a building not far from the flaming schooner.
    Boats were now arriving and a pumper boat was pumping seawater on the flaming schooner and I could smell the salty burnt smell of a boat on fire as the winds from the storm pushed it my way.

    I looked around for an escape route. I ran back the road that led to the docks where the last of the emergency vehicles were. The chiefs car was sitting there, door open, engine running, lights flashing. I hesitated thinking of all the trouble I could get into if I "borrowed" it. I also wondered what would happen if team 3 caught me. So I sat down in the driver's seat of the chief's car and turned down the Motorola radio crackling between the seats as the firemen were coordinating their efforts.

    As I sat there thinking, someone put their hand on my shoulder..
    I looked up to see a wisened handsome face of a man in his 50's with a badge on his belt and an ID card swinging from a lanyard around his neck. "Fire Marshal" it said.
    He lit up a cigarette and wistfully gazed at the scene and then he looked at me, "The smoke get to ya?"
    I looked confused and before I could answer, he continued.."Yeah, it done in a couple of friends of mine back in the day. We know better now, but it's a smart man who knows when to get out and breathe."
    I nodded in agreement and looked away.
    He wasn't done.
    "Well Captain, what do you think...? Somebody smoking? Arson? Maybe payback for old man Carson, he pissed off a lot of people on this dock when he kicked out all the liveaboards last year. Yeah, if anyone deserved it...."

    He left that to be finished by someone who had an opinion I suppose. So I sort of nodded and gave the overall body language of affirmation without vocally committing myself. Then he looked at me and said "Well, what do you think?" His tone was changed now to something more akin to insistence.
    I replied with the truth as I usually do as a natural course. "Oh that?" I said pointing to the ship,"that was just some Li........" I stopped short. I had a another thought. "L L et me think.....I held my chin and began to adopt a pensive look. "There was some reports of some men with headsets, dressed in black, about 6 of them, maybe armed, coming out of the place there on the dock."
    The Fire Marshall's face lit up. He smiled and said, "Now that's more like it!"
    "Where do you reckon they headed off too?" He was now fully attentive and he flipped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. He had pulled out a pad and was taking notes. "So where did you get this info?"
    I replied, "Um... there was an old man who they fished out of the water and he reported them, I think they pushed him in.."
    He scribbled happily, delighted with the drama.
    I laid it on thick.

    So now he got on the phone and apparently called in a team and was talking to them just out of earshot. "Possible terrorist situation" was one of the phrases I heard while he was talking.

    I didn't want to wait around.

    Team 3 was looking for me. Captain Cowan could show up any minute and I was getting really nervous.
    An EMT wagon had been called but was not needed, so as it was turning around, I asked if they could drop me off at my station. they looked at my hat, "Sure Capn, but you have to ride in the back!"
    "No problem!"
    It was perfect!
    They took me about 3 miles away to my deserted station where I dropped my outfit in the pile where they go to be repaired and left the helmet in the lunch room.
    Then I skeedaddled!

    The streets were deserted and I was about to hail a cab when I thought better of it. I pulled my collar up and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone.

    After about 20 minutes, I came across a cheap hotel in a bad neighborhood. this is the last place they would look for me I thought. I paid the $30 and went up the rickety stairs and opened the room and as the warm musty smell hit me, I realized how tired I was. I flipped on the rustic Westinghouse window AC (circa 1967) and looked around on the old carpeted floor for the plastic knob that fell off when I turned it. It matched the yellow plastic of the front piece which had it's grill in place a bit skewed and missing a few pieces here and there, like a hockey player smiling.
    I gave up looking for it and fell on the bed and positioned myself in the valley of the mattress, an outline made by the many people who slept here before me.
    It was not dirty, but the blanket had a few cigarette burns in it and the AC was very loud when the compressor kicked in. I began to relax and gathered my thoughts. Here I was in a strange town, I had my wallet and my credit cards and about $120 bucks left. I needed some clothes and a shower. I must have struck a nerve because mentioning Dewey got me into this mess. I need to get a hold of Jeff or Mark and see what is really happening. Oh yeah. I need a "burner" phone.

    I closed my eyes and made my plans. First a nice hot shower, then a cup of something liquid and then tomorrow I will buy some clothes and as I started to think about food and going home, the weariness overcame me and I faded out to black, in a deep, and well deserved slumber..
  20. NavarreMark's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by KanKunKid
    I wasn't sure what the sound was, but it didn't sound good! The flash of light that came a millisecond before told me it was lightning, and here I was out in the open! I found a little niche in the crates close to a wall of shipping containers that gave me a bird's eye view of the area. Lightning would rather hit the metal containers I reasoned and then a thought struck me.
    I remembered back to the first Star Wars saga and how they escaped in the Millinium Falcon after a close brush with the bad guys. I remember what the Princess said about the escape being too easy and began to wonder if I was being tracked somehow and they let me loose on purpose to follow me! Ha! I'll fix their wagon! I reached into my pocket and pulled out my Samsung Galaxy phone and gave it a mighty toss toward the water. I expected to hear a small "sploosh" sound, but instead, I heard a sound like it hit a wooden floor, then I heard a loud cry: "OUCH !@#%@#$%@#$%!!! What the...." and some splashing in the water. I was just about to crawl down from my perch to check on Dudley when the door opened and the dock was filled with about 6 men and they were looking at a screen glowing in the dark. They were probably looking for my cell phone or possibly, nothing like that at all!

    As they walked toward me I could hear a bit of the conversation:
    "Yes sir. In a manner of speaking sir. No sir, we do not have him at the moment, but we expect to.............Yes, I know. Yes, I will get back to you...I'm sorry! We don't know, one of the guards..........Ok, yes sir. ..."

    He took the phone away from his ear and turned toward the man next to him. "All right, he has 10 minutes on us. Use the tracker, I want a hard target search, send team 3 about a 1/2 mile out and set up a perimeter. He won't go far...He is a stupid as he looks! Move out!"

    With that the group disbursed and went off in different directions. The man talking on the phone was the boss I assumed or the leader. He was scratching his head and looking around and thinking to himself and muttering something (I imagined was not friendly) under his breath.

    I didn't hear a peep from Dudley. I hoped he could swim.

    I could hear firetrucks coming and sirens getting louder as the schooner was totally ablaze! The jib sail wrapped around the jib stay was lit up like a torch and the stub of a mast was afire and it's flame reflected off the water and looked rather lovely for a disaster, like some women I know...knew.
    I looked for Horse the horse, but he was gone, perhaps Dudley made his escape before the guys came out or maybe after.
    For the moment I felt safe in my perch.
    I wondered where I was and so I reached for my phone to use google maps. But after a moment or two, I remembered that I tossed into the water, by way of Dudley's skull.
    I began to feel regret now that I had done it. Not hitting Dudley with the phone, but throwing it away. I must have panicked and my adopted movie reactions caused me to do what they do in movies. Maybe I was as stupid as I looked. All I had to do was turn it off and pull out the battery.
    Oh well.

    The fire crew arrived and began pulling out hoses and shouting and generally causing a scene. It was just what I needed!
    I went to one of the ladder trucks and as I had hoped, a spare fire suit and helmet and boots were there. I quickly put them on! I was just about finished with my right boot when the door opened and a man with a grizzled face and a rough voice looked right at me and shouted at me, "What in the hell are you doing in there?" I stammered around and was trying to find a way to start from the beginning, but he stood there waiting for it seemed like an eternity, I got out, "Well, you see.." and he cut me off and said, "I don't care, go with engine 6, some of the sparks landed on the roof of that shed over there and it is full of flammables! I need a ladder and a pumper NOW! Move your ass Captain!" he turned and left as suddenly as he had come.
    I looked at my helmet. "Captain Levi Cowan" Oh boy...

    I tried to find engine 6 and give them the word, but the chief must have gotten to them first because they were wetting down the roof of a building not far from the flaming schooner.
    Boats were now arriving and a pumper boat was pumping seawater on the flaming schooner and I could smell the salty burnt smell of a boat on fire as the winds from the storm pushed it my way.

    I looked around for an escape route. I ran back the road that led to the docks where the last of the emergency vehicles were. The chiefs car was sitting there, door open, engine running, lights flashing. I hesitated thinking of all the trouble I could get into if I "borrowed" it. I also wondered what would happen if team 3 caught me. So I sat down in the driver's seat of the chief's car and turned down the Motorola radio crackling between the seats as the firemen were coordinating their efforts.

    As I sat there thinking, someone put their hand on my shoulder..
    I looked up to see a wisened handsome face of a man in his 50's with a badge on his belt and an ID card swinging from a lanyard around his neck. "Fire Marshal" it said.
    He lit up a cigarette and wistfully gazed at the scene and then he looked at me, "The smoke get to ya?"
    I looked confused and before I could answer, he continued.."Yeah, it done in a couple of friends of mine back in the day. We know better now, but it's a smart man who knows when to get out and breathe."
    I nodded in agreement and looked away.
    He wasn't done.
    "Well Captain, what do you think...? Somebody smoking? Arson? Maybe payback for old man Carson, he pissed off a lot of people on this dock when he kicked out all the liveaboards last year. Yeah, if anyone deserved it...."

    He left that to be finished by someone who had an opinion I suppose. So I sort of nodded and gave the overall body language of affirmation without vocally committing myself. Then he looked at me and said "Well, what do you think?" His tone was changed now to something more akin to insistence.
    I replied with the truth as I usually do as a natural course. "Oh that?" I said pointing to the ship,"that was just some Li........" I stopped short. I had a another thought. "L L et me think.....I held my chin and began to adopt a pensive look. "There was some reports of some men with headsets, dressed in black, about 6 of them, maybe armed, coming out of the place there on the dock."
    The Fire Marshall's face lit up. He smiled and said, "Now that's more like it!"
    "Where do you reckon they headed off too?" He was now fully attentive and he flipped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. He had pulled out a pad and was taking notes. "So where did you get this info?"
    I replied, "Um... there was an old man who they fished out of the water and he reported them, I think they pushed him in.."
    He scribbled happily, delighted with the drama.
    I laid it on thick.

    So now he got on the phone and apparently called in a team and was talking to them just out of earshot. "Possible terrorist situation" was one of the phrases I heard while he was talking.

    I didn't want to wait around.

    Team 3 was looking for me. Captain Cowan could show up any minute and I was getting really nervous.
    An EMT wagon had been called but was not needed, so as it was turning around, I asked if they could drop me off at my station. they looked at my hat, "Sure Capn, but you have to ride in the back!"
    "No problem!"
    It was perfect!
    They took me about 3 miles away to my deserted station where I dropped my outfit in the pile where they go to be repaired and left the helmet in the lunch room.
    Then I skeedaddled!

    The streets were deserted and I was about to hail a cab when I thought better of it. I pulled my collar up and tried to avoid eye contact with anyone.

    After about 20 minutes, I came across a cheap hotel in a bad neighborhood. this is the last place they would look for me I thought. I paid the $30 and went up the rickety stairs and opened the room and as the warm musty smell hit me, I realized how tired I was. I flipped on the rustic Westinghouse window AC (circa 1967) and looked around on the old carpeted floor for the plastic knob that fell off when I turned it. It matched the yellow plastic of the front piece which had it's grill in place a bit skewed and missing a few pieces here and there, like a hockey player smiling.
    I gave up looking for it and fell on the bed and positioned myself in the valley of the mattress, an outline made by the many people who slept here before me.
    It was not dirty, but the blanket had a few cigarette burns in it and the AC was very loud when the compressor kicked in. I began to relax and gathered my thoughts. Here I was in a strange town, I had my wallet and my credit cards and about $120 bucks left. I needed some clothes and a shower. I must have struck a nerve because mentioning Dewey got me into this mess. I need to get a hold of Jeff or Mark and see what is really happening. Oh yeah. I need a "burner" phone.

    I closed my eyes and made my plans. First a nice hot shower, then a cup of something liquid and then tomorrow I will buy some clothes and as I started to think about food and going home, the weariness overcame me and I faded out to black, in a deep, and well deserved slumber..

    I must really have been exhausted because I began to dream. I dreamed that I was lying on some white sand in the shade of a palm with a beautiful young Cuban lady sleeping next to me. I had a cold drink in my hand. It tasted of gin and coconut water with just a bit of angostura and a twist of lime. Another beautiful young lady was feeding me grapes. She was a well tanned brown eyed blonde with big McGuffies. A comely brunette walk over and asked me if I needed another drink.

    I was just about to respond when all this came to a screetching halt kind of like when a stylus is suddenly scratched across the length of an LP in the middle of an enjoyable song. I felt a pain on my head and I saw stars. Things began to get blurry and I felt myself slipping away into nothingness.

    I came to and there was almost total darkness. My head hurt like hell and rumbling sounds were in my ear. I tried to get up and banged my head on something hard and began cursing like a sailor. It didn't make me fell better, but I felt better doing it. I began feeling around in the darkness and realized I was all closed in. I realized I was in the trunk of a car. Fortunately whoever put me their had neglected to tie me up. They must not have realized how thick my skull was and thought I was injured wurst than I was. I thought hard. After I thought long enough I began fiddling with the trunk latch in the darkness hoping it was Juan of those that could be opened from the inside. After what seemed an eternity and I was just about to give up the trunk sprung open. Fortunately I was able to catch it and prevent it from opening up all the way.

    With the trunk open a few inches I peeked outside and looked around. I was dark and the car was on a wide highway with a lot of gridlocked traffic running through a town. The lights of multiple businesses lined both sides of the road and there were many pedestrians walking on the side of the road. I noticed a higher than normal proportion of the females had breast augmentation.

    I saw a sign that said "AJS World Famous Seafood & Oyster Bar" and I knew where I was. The car was still stuck in traffic and the next time it came to a complete halt I threw open the trunk lid and leaped out banging my knee in the process which knocked me off balance and I landed on my head. My head was a mass of lumps by then and it hurt like hell. I heard the screeching of tires and a Jeep stopped inches from me. A snotty looking lady was driving and she began yelling at me. She called me a drunk and told me to go home and sleep it off.

    I regained my senses, got up and stumbled towards the sidewalk on the north side of the road. I heard cursing behind me and saw 3 burly men getting out of the car I had escaped from running in my direction. My stride improved and I was able to put distance on them.

    I ran and ran and they were still behind me. The sidewalk was leading towards a bridge and I began to cross it as the way got steeper. I saw they were gaining on me and I also saw they had guns. That was enough for me and I leaped over the rail.

    It seemed that I fell for a long time and then I splashed into the water. The shrinkage factor became instantly apparent. Not from cold water because it was actually quite warm, but because when I impacted the water I unfortunately racked my nuts hard. It took my breath away. I immediately realized that bullets were smacking the water around me and breath or no breath I dove down. I swam for as long as I could before coming to the surface to breath. When I came up I took a much needed breath and I heard a voice in the distance yell "There he is" and bullets began smacking the water again and again I dove down.

    I swam for what seemed an eternity and when I came up again there were no more bullets flying around. I continued to swim and I could see lights on the shore a couple of hundred yards away. I continued to swim until my head hit something. Again. I realized I had bumped into some sort of water craft. The tide was pushing me around the bow and as it did I grabbed the anchor rope and with much effort I hoisted myself aboard. I began to get dizzy and before I slipped into darkness I realized it was some sort of pontoon boat with a shed like structure on it and then I went blank.

    I'm not sure how much later it was, but I came to and the sun was up. My head hurt like hell. I got to my knees and looked around. I realized I was on the Crab Island hamburger barge.
  21. KanKunKid's Avatar
    But what the hell was I doing in the Destin area? I mean, why would I be here? Are they trying to find Dewey or kill me? If Dewey was gone, they wouldn't be so adamant about getting me out of the picture.
    As I sat there contemplating my next move and nursing my head by holding it between my hands and grimacing, I smelled something that was heavenly. The melody of Jimmy Buffett's "Cheeseburger in paradise" came into my head and the smell of grilled burgers, onions and garlic levitated my body and I limped toward the source of the smell, a zombie like Bernie in "Weekend at Bernies.
    I sat back down and had me a hamburger and a beer. Maybe it was because I haven't eaten in 2 days, but to me it was the best, most delicious burger I ever had! I was thinking about ordering another, but when I turned in my seat, I felt something sharp in my back pocket. I stood up and reached in and pulled out a plastic card with wiring embedded in it and a few small ICs. "What the.....?" I mused as I examined the object. I dried it off and tried to figure out what it was..
    My keen observation skills and my wizard-like analytical skills took over and just as the second hamburger and 4th beer arrived, I deduced it was some kind of transmitting device. As I wiped it off with my napkin, a tiny LED began to blink!

    Crap!

    This was a bug, a location device! That's how they tracked me! Now I really regretted throwing away my phone! I walked over to the brazier and threw it in the hot coals. It shriveled up and melted.
    I went back to my seat and hungrily devoured the burger and quaffed the beer as a contestant would in a drinking contest!
    I looked around for guys in dark suits with guns. The blinking LED could have just given away my position. I jumped ship to a boat that was headed to shore.
    My head throbbed with pain every time the hull of the boat hit a wave. the driver looked back and said, "Hangover?" I thought about how to answer. Would anybody believe me if I told the truth? I relied "Yeah...hangover." He chuckled and pushed the engine control all the way forward. As he did, a cooler slid back and hit me in the leg where I smacked it jumping out of the trunk. I pulled up my pant leg and looked at the wound. There was a dark reddish stain of dried blood all the way to my ankles from a deep cut just below my knee and a dark bluish circle around it. The cooler reactivated the bruise and almost started the bleeding again. I quickly rolled my pant leg down again and looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
    Well, I didn't get a shower, but I got a swim. As I got out of the boat and reached for a pylon to steady myself, I could smell that my antiperspirant had totally been washed away and the warm air and stress had made my underarms quite pungent. I made a note to keep my arms down and find a place to wash up.

    Now I was on the crowded beach. I kept one eye peeled for men in dark suits and the other for some transportation.
    I couldn't help but notice how nice the scenery was. Ah to be young again...
    I wondered if it would do any good.

    The beer had made itself known and so I popped into a 7 eleven and headed for the restroom. I did my business and then I took a quick sink bath and then stood like an ape under the blow dryer to dry off.
    Updated 06-01-2017 at 04:16 PM by KanKunKid
  22. KanKunKid's Avatar
    On the way out I bought some antiperspirant and applied it as I walked away.

    Much better.

    I sat down on a bench and collected my thoughts. My eyes stung a little from the bathroom soap I accidentally wiped into them.
    I allowed myself to get angry for a minute or so and I cursed Dewey and Dudley and the men in black and my sputnik shaped head! I should have got some aspirin.

    I was out of ideas and I was making no progress in the case.

    One thing was for sure and for certain: Somebody did NOT want me to find Dewey. Or there was a case of mistaken identity. It's not like I have never been shot at before, I had a couple of round scars to prove it. But usually there is more of a courtship and the shooting party wanting to know what I know. I mean there was no bargaining chip here. They had orders to "flush" me.

    The hamburgers were decidedly not resting very easy in my gut and a feeling of dread enveloped me. I inwardly cursed that feeling and said out loud in an undertone, "I have a bad feeling about this."

    After a few minutes I realized that I was going to need some help. Navarre was not too far away. I used to know a guy who lived there. We had an epic adventure last time Dewey disappeared. He always had a good grip on reality and was quick to analyze a situation and get down to the "nitty gritty."

    I was too close and had been closer. My perspective was skewed and I hurt all over.
    The idea that these guys were assassins struck me because they didn't take my wallet. They wanted me dead and wanted the world to know it was me!

    I stopped in Dollar General and bought me a "burner" phone. I downloaded the Uber app and called in a ride to Navarre. The transaction could not be traced by my card, so I got in and talked with the Punjabi who was quite cheerful and happy. He was a bit too bubbly and talkative. I wanted to punch him. But, I restrained myself. I don't like punching people, but I like to THINK about punching people. Punching people hurts both of us, and I was already in enough pain.
    Dang it! I was in Dollar General and forgot to buy some aspirin!

    I was nearing my destination in Navarre when I felt gas building up. the Punjabi had been annoying but nice. So I decided to be nice too. I emitted an SBD and then got out seconds later and waved goodbye. He waved and drove off. In about 100 yards, the brake lights came on and the car slowed down. All 4 windows rolled down and then the car took off in a hurry.
    I smiled to myself. "I still got it!"
    I was glad to have purged myself. My friends wife was part Indian and I didn't want to find out which part the hard way.
    I started up the drive......
  23. NavarreMark's Avatar
    My friend answered the door, smiled and said "How are you? Long time no see. I saw you coming on the security cameras. Who are your friends in the woods? Tell them to come in too." He saw my look of surprise and reacted instantly by pulling me inside and slamming the door. He half pulled and dragged me through the house and into the garage. There was a large GMC 4X4 in the garage and he said "Get in". I was barely getting seated and he fired up the truck as the garage door opened. He burned rubber in reverse and frantically worked the wheels, pedals and gears as the truck spun and it was soon moving forward and accelerating at a high rate. The last thing I saw as we hit the road was a laughing and grinning Punjabi with a large hand gun. I realized he wasn't nice, just annoying. The rear window shattered. My friend told me to duck, but he didn't need to because I was already down. I said "What about your family?" and he said "Mamas home. If they don't follow they're DOOMed".

    I looked back and could see the Punjabi and 3 others rush to get into the Uber car. Juan of the men let out a scream of anguish as he fell to the ground before he made it to the car, but the others made it and were soon coming after us. Another car joined them, but I couldn't tell who or how many were in it. My friend turned on another road in a screech of rubber and I lost sight of them, but only for a moment. They were gaining quickly and soon closed the distance.

    My friend said "This doesn't look good" and flipped a toggle switch on the dash. A bunch of oil fell onto the road behind us. The Uber car spun out of control into a swampy area off the road. The Punjabi got out and shook his fist while standing in knee deep water. The other car went through the oil unaffected and continued closing. He flipped another toggle switch and a bunch of nails, screws and tacks went onto the road behind us. The other cars tires blew and he too spun out and off the road.

    My friend said "That will buy us some time. I know a private dock with a fueled boat and that's where were going". A couple of minutes later we drove onto a property on a cove and stopped by a dock hidden behind a bunch of overgrowth. We got out and headed for the dock.

    A shot rang out and a bullet ricocheted off the ground in front of us. We turned to see a beautiful blonde I didn't recognize pointing a large magnum at my friend. My friend took his sunglasses off and stared at her. Her lip began to quiver and she lowered the gun, ran to him and threw herself into his arms while kissing him. He pushed her away while holding her at arms length and said "First you want to kill me. Now you want to kiss me. Blow" He shoved her and she hit the ground with a thud and a cloud of dust. He turned to me and said "Let's go" and we went down the dock and got into the boat. Soon we were moving at 35 knots down the sound........
    Updated 06-01-2017 at 07:19 PM by NavarreMark
  24. McBart ender's Avatar
    This has all bee quite exhilarating, but I'd like to know how you got your wrists and ankles out of the bindings. Dr. Quack Masters took the duct tape off your mouth.

    Oh, and don't forget the aspirin at your next 7-11 stop. Sheesh, you might have a concussion by now.

    Quote Originally Posted by Landfall2004
    I woke up in an unfamiliar place, my wrists and ankles bound, my mouth covered with duct tape. The room was unlit, but there was a sliver of light coming in from a small window. I heard something in the distance--was it a busy freeway or waves crashing on the shore.............? Then I heard footsteps headed in my direction.
  25. Ossqss's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by McBart ender
    This has all bee quite exhilarating, but I'd like to know how you got your wrists and ankles out of the bindings. Dr. Quack Masters took the duct tape off your mouth.

    Oh, and don't forget the aspirin at your next 7-11 stop. Sheesh, you might have a concussion by now.
    Perhaps Dewey Do-Right helped or they had a prehensile tongue?
  26. KanKunKid's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by McBart ender
    This has all bee quite exhilarating, but I'd like to know how you got your wrists and ankles out of the bindings. Dr. Quack Masters took the duct tape off your mouth.

    Oh, and don't forget the aspirin at your next 7-11 stop. Sheesh, you might have a concussion by now.
    sorry, I assumed every Juan had CIA training.
    It's quite simple. You spin your right leg around your left leg (or vice versa) everytime you make a round, it twists the chain. Eventually the chain becomes rigid and then you can twist it enough to open a weak link...then the chain comes apart you pull it through the binding loop and your free! It hurts your ankles a bit but it's only pain.
  27. McBart ender's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by KanKunKid
    sorry, I assumed every Juan had CIA training.
    It's quite simple. You spin your right leg around your left leg (or vice versa) everytime you make a round, it twists the chain. Eventually the chain becomes rigid and then you can twist it enough to open a weak link...then the chain comes apart you pull it through the binding loop and your free! It hurts your ankles a bit but it's only pain.
    Mmmmm yep, that just might do it. but... EEeeYOoooowwwCH! Aspirin must be standard issue for all you doublenaught spies.
  28. KanKunKid's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by NavarreMark
    My friend answered the door, smiled and said "How are you? Long time no see. I saw you coming on the security cameras. Who are your friends in the woods? Tell them to come in too." He saw my look of surprise and reacted instantly by pulling me inside and slamming the door. He half pulled and dragged me through the house and into the garage. There was a large GMC 4X4 in the garage and he said "Get in". I was barely getting seated and he fired up the truck as the garage door opened. He burned rubber in reverse and frantically worked the wheels, pedals and gears as the truck spun and it was soon moving forward and accelerating at a high rate. The last thing I saw as we hit the road was a laughing and grinning Punjabi with a large hand gun. I realized he wasn't nice, just annoying. The rear window shattered. My friend told me to duck, but he didn't need to because I was already down. I said "What about your family?" and he said "Mamas home. If they don't follow they're DOOMed".

    I looked back and could see the Punjabi and 3 others rush to get into the Uber car. Juan of the men let out a scream of anguish as he fell to the ground before he made it to the car, but the others made it and were soon coming after us. Another car joined them, but I couldn't tell who or how many were in it. My friend turned on another road in a screech of rubber and I lost sight of them, but only for a moment. They were gaining quickly and soon closed the distance.

    My friend said "This doesn't look good" and flipped a toggle switch on the dash. A bunch of oil fell onto the road behind us. The Uber car spun out of control into a swampy area off the road. The Punjabi got out and shook his fist while standing in knee deep water. The other car went through the oil unaffected and continued closing. He flipped another toggle switch and a bunch of nails, screws and tacks went onto the road behind us. The other cars tires blew and he too spun out and off the road.

    My friend said "That will buy us some time. I know a private dock with a fueled boat and that's where were going". A couple of minutes later we drove onto a property on a cove and stopped by a dock hidden behind a bunch of overgrowth. We got out and headed for the dock.

    A shot rang out and a bullet ricocheted off the ground in front of us. We turned to see a beautiful blonde I didn't recognize pointing a large magnum at my friend. My friend took his sunglasses off and stared at her. Her lip began to quiver and she lowered the gun, ran to him and threw herself into his arms while kissing him. He pushed her away while holding her at arms length and said "First you want to kill me. Now you want to kiss me. Blow" He shoved her and she hit the ground with a thud and a cloud of dust. He turned to me and said "Let's go" and we went down the dock and got into the boat. Soon we were moving at 35 knots down the sound........
    As the boat got up on plane he asked to see my phone. I reached into my pocket with one hand while steadying my stance with the other hand on the radar arch. I handed it to him and he opened it up and took out the battery, inside was a small flexible plastic card about the size of an SD card that looked a lot like the bug I pulled out of my back pocket on the Burger Barge! He tossed them both over the rail. I started to protest and then he looked at me apparently to see what I was going to do next. But with his dark RayBan aviators, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. The look he gave was neutral, but stern. As he could see me struggle for a thought, he slightly grinned on one side of his mouth, where a bit of lipstick was still discoloring it.
    We continued for quite some time on the smooth waters of the sound, as dusk began to fall, he switched on the nav lights and throttled down and turned the boat into a dark overgrown inlet. The smell of the boat's exhaust and the sea water brought back many a memory of fishing in Biscayne Bay on the east coast. My friend's deft maneuvering of the boat showed a skill honed by years behind the wheel or perhaps even a tiller. All I know is that his boat was clean and he was clean and there should be no way of tracking us now..
    Yeah, he has been a spook. there was no doubt in my mind. He raised a travel cup and drank from it.
    Wait.
    He was drinking from that same cup while we were running from the Punjabi and his men. As I recall, he was doing power slides and downshifting while holding that cup in his hand! I didn't see him bring it to the boat, but there it was. He placed it in a cup holder as he used both hands to turn the boat and place it perfectly against the bumpers he had me toss over the side.
    He killed the engines and we jumped out on an old concrete dock. The path we took away from the water was well traveled and worn, but was overgrown with trees and vines, it reminded me of a cave.
    We came out into a clearing where there were several junk cars. At the edge of the clearing was a road with a mid 80's mustang convertible parked on the side.
    He walked toward a 57 Chevy body that was lying on the ground, not in perfect shape, but it was not sitting on a frame and was apparently not going anywhere.
    He opened the hood on the car and a dim red light came on. where the engine was, a stairway appeared and he started going down it and he motioned for me to follow.
    At the bottom of the stairs was a well lit room with a bank vault type door. He worked the combination on it and with some effort opened the large heavy door. Once inside, light flickered on and he worked a panel on the wall and the lights on the stairs went out and I heard what must have been a cover close overhead. I walked in and stopped and looked around.
    This was a complete underground bunker that could have been a mission control room. It was big and there were big flat screen monitors showing everything from satellite views of the earth and close ups of some cities and the CNN news channel and some other data and one side showed surveillance from the junk yard above.
    I was about to ask him what this was all about when I heard a dull metallic thud! behind me!
    I whirled around to see what made the sound. I saw nothing but the closed vault door.
    My friend came walking out of another room munching a sandwich and through the half eaten sandwich, he mumbled "It shuts by itself." Then he held out the sandwich and asked "You want one?" I was a bit peckish but I didn't want to impose.. "Yes, if you don't mind.."
    He smiled and pointed to the room he came from "Help yourself!" I was a little embarrassed, but i got over it as I opened the Sub Zero fridge and pulled out a big tray with deli meats and cheese. I put it on the counter and made me a "Dagwood" sandwich using the tomatoes and lettuce and pickles he had already cut up and left on the counter. I grabbed a cold beer while the sandwich was being toasted in the microwave, then I grabbed all of it and a bag of chips and headed for the big room.
    He was just finishing up his sandwich and was looking at something on one of the screens. I think it was his stocks. Another screen was playing "Smokey and the Bandit."
    I looked over at the infrared display of the junk yard and I saw movement. I stopped chewing and tried to say "Hey!" but it came out strange like "Hur". He looked over and I pointed to the screen with the infrared display. He studied it a second, grabbed a control and zoomed in on the image. "Oh, it's a stray dog, not human.."
    I heaved a sigh of relief and finished my sandwich.
    He took me to another room and turned on the light. It was a small bunk room with several beds already made up. Off to the side was a shower room and a restroom.
    "You can bunk here tonight. Everything is here that you need. Whatever you do, do not mess with any of the equipment, don't make any phone calls and most importantly, DO NOT LEAVE!
    "I have to find out who is after you and what this has to do with Dewey."
    I reluctantly agreed, the tiredness was making the idea of sleeping alone in a protected bunker a pretty good one.
    I said "One thing, what IS this place?"
    He replied. "Well, this was supposed to be a control center for the local missile silos. But it was never finished. With the advent of computer controls and digital data, the control was centralized in the huge bunker in the Mountain out west."
    "A group of us found where they buried the entrance and we bought the property and made it a junk yard and then we found the entrance and dug it up! We were able to covertly bring all this stuff in by filling the junk car trucks with it."
    I asked, "So....this isn't part of any agency or anything?"
    He quickly turned around and got in my face..
    "NO! We built this place because of them. No, there is no direct connection. I'll explain more tomorrow, now get some sleep."
    I nodded and trudged off to the bunk room. The surveillance video showed a shadow moving toward one of the cars parked on the street, a yellow 1978ish Camaro Z28. It was parked 100 yards in front of the Mustang I saw coming in. Smoke came out the back, the lights came on and it was gone!
    I turned back and continued my trudge to the shower and chuckled to myself "Bumble Bee."

    I showered, went in and made another sandwich, had a glass of ice cold milk and hit the sack.
    I didn't think much before I slept, the pillow was soft yet firm and it was a bit cool, but the blanket was warm! Ah, just the way I like it....

    I was awakened by a clatter and a thud. The thud sound was vaguely familiar. Oh yes! The vault door slammed shut!
    In a few seconds, my friend was shaking me and saying get up!
    I rubbed my eyes and sat up.
    "What's going on? What time is it?
    He had left the room but popped his head back in for a second.
    "It's time to go! We have to be at Bart's by noon! He has picked up a clue and maybe a trail! Let's GO GO GO!" He sounded like a paratrooper commander from a vague movie. I needed to get dressed and have some coffee.
    I looked for my clothes but they were gone. I looked and found them in a trash can. A Walmart bag was sitting near it and contained a shirt, some boxers and a pair of sweat pants. I guess he didn't know my size. I probably would have done the same. Oh well. I put them on and went to the kitchen. He was there pulling french toast out of a serving tray. He smiled and looked and me and said with an air of indignance: "What the French Toast!!?" I laughed. He was a nut all right.

    But the french toast was great. I had coffee and some fresh strawberries and whipped cream too. I carved a small piece of ham off of the chunk that was there on a serving tray and was about to go for seconds when he yelled at me to get out and get going!

    I looked around for anything I might need but there was nothing. My friend was waiting with the door open and a black duffel bag sitting on the floor. He was carrying one as well. He told me to grab it and get topside. He had on a black ball cap and those dark Ray Bans...
    If he wasn't spook at one time, I would be totally surprised.
    We got out of the car and he pushed the headlight in and turned it 180 degrees, I watched as the hole we came out of was replaced by oil stained dead grass, like what should be under a junk car. Wow!
    We jumper in the Camaro and he fired it up. I was impressed with the sound it made. When he took off, I judged it may have been in the 400 to 500 horsepower range. It has 3 inch pipes all the way to the back. It sounded good! You don't hear the V8s much anymore..
    I had no idea where we were going. But the bags had some heavy metallic objects in them. Guns I think. I sighed a big sigh. Oh boy.
    We pulled into an open place with no trees, just grass for a mile or so in all directions. there was a large building with corrugated steel sides and roof and it was rusted somewhat but in good shape. A tattered windsock hung mournfully from the peak of the roof. As we approached the 2 big doors, a faded Texaco Avgas sign could be seen above them.
    He pressed a button on a remote and the two doors started to open slowly. As they opened wide enough he drove the car inside and stopped behind the main thing in the building (which turned out to be a hangar)! It was a beautiful Beechcraft Super King Air 200 with a T tail. It looked brand new, but the dark soot from the exhaust stacks proved different.
    We loaded our bags into the cabin and he got a small tug and connected it to the tow bar on the front wheel and towed it out of the hangar and turned it at an angle to the hangar. He then pulled off the tow bar and drove it hurriedly back inside. He went around the aircraft doing a pre-flight inspection and then made me sit in the co-pilot's seat and put on some lightspeed head gear. The closed the entry door and settled into the Captains seat. He aimed his remote at the hangar doors and began flipping switches. He held one on overhead while the right engine started. It turned and turned and made no sound, finally, smoke came out and the turbo prop roar began. He set it at high idle and started the left engine. Once he went through his checklist, he turned some knobs on his Avadyne display and entered in a few numbers. He clamped his iPad on the yoke in front of him and then we taxied out to the end of the runway the windsoock was pointing to, like on old orange finger. That reminded me of Dewey. I hope he is all right still.
    He turned the plane toward the grass runway and throttled up. The plane vibrated and began to roll faster and faster! The going was rough and the landing gear was hitting some bumps. It seemed like we were fast enough to fly but he did not lift us off yet!
    Finally he lifted of the aircraft and was only a few feet off the runway and he retracted the gear and he slowly brought up the flaps. Then he pulled back on the yoke and we headed for up as the blood drained out of my face and down to my legs! He looked over and I could here is voice crackle through my headset "that wasn't even 2 G's you wuss!" I looked over at him and tried to smile but I felt like my face looked like a blood hound my skin all drooped down to my knees.
    He leveled off rather low and put on the auto pilot.
    He looked over at me and took off his sun glasses so I could get the full import of his words.
    "Dewey is alive, for now. But time is running out. He has gotten himself into trouble again.
    "We have a good idea where he is, but it isn't going to be easy this time.."
    I thought it wasn't easy LAST time!
    I looked at him.
    "OK, what's the plan?"
    He smiled and turned back forward and as he was putting on his sunglasses he said. "I'll tell you when we get there..!
    He seemed satisfied with himself, but it left me with more questions than ever!

    I looked over at at him and there it was! That coffee cup! How did it?
    He lifted it as a toast and drank from it.
    He looked out his window and said, "we'll be at Bart's in less than an hour."

    I looked down at what I supposed was Missiissippi. Everything was so tiny.
    I couldn't make out anything that was a person, everything was just too small.
    I just hope the info Bart has is worth it. But even if not, I am sure we will have a cocktail that will make the trip worthwhile.
    Updated 06-03-2017 at 06:22 PM by KanKunKid
  29. McBart ender's Avatar
    It was a rather light night at the bar, the regular crowd shuffled in. ...then out later at closing. After that, I did the books and ordered supplies in the weee hours of the morning. I don't sleep much, sometimes I pass-out but there are other reasons for that. In actuality I haven't really slept since 1972. "They" say it was an accident but I don't know for sure. I was taking part in a pharmacological study on some new cold medicines. Hey, anything for a buck when you're young ...right? I participated in as many studies as I could all at once for as much cash as I could swindle from them. One evening while studying for some Thermodynamics exams I drank a pot or two of my roommates special dark roast coffee. Something clicked, and the world slowed to a crawl. I read everything I had on thermo that night, and the test the next day was a breeze. I had pulled another successful college all-nighter. But... for some reason I wasn't tire, and the world still moved in slow motion. That was the start of it. I still get tired sometimes. Tired as all hell, but I still can't get to sleep. Drinking helps.

    Oh, I got an A on the thermo final. ...and every test after. I quickly found many things (some slightly nefarious, some highly profitable, some just fun) with which to fill my newfound extra time. The bar business became a cover of sorts. Bartenders are supposed to look sleepy and stay up all hours of the week.

    I had just finished the bourbon inventory when I decided to check "The Bunker™ to see who might be on. There was a Bunker-mail from Dr. Mark. With the words "Bud-Longneck" in the first line. I knew what that meant. The text in the mail was irrelevant, and nearly incoherent. To an outsider it would appear to be a nearly drunken rambling about offshore fishing conditions, and/or the inability to get good labor from anyone in the islands since they banned the lash. In actuality it was code. Simple if you held the key, and I did. The key was a book on my second shelf always within easy reach (It was not the one by Rand - Atlas shrugged. It was next to that one. I'll not discuss it further here for security reasons.) I took the book and a pad of paper. Marks first word in the first line was 6 letter long, Okay page 60. The last word was 4 letters long so line four. The second word was 5 letters long so 5th word on line four from page 60. Got it. Okay now line #2...

    Three minutes later I had the grasp of what was going on. DAGNABBIT Dewey! NOT AGAIN!!?!! (deep sigh). Alrighty then... clickety clickety, page 50 line 4... CLickety clickety page 30 line 7...

    Behind the last shelf in the back store room was a door to my machine shop. I disarmed the booby trap(s) and dashed over to the armory wall. Let's see now.. A couple of 1911s, check. A riot pump, check. Maybe an A/R. Some Mack-10s... ...and.... oooooh! Mark will appreciate that. Yup, That needs to come along.

    Three hours later I was standing on a levee just north of the MR. GO. with two black bags, a typewriter case, a Q-beam, and a glass of good bourbon on ice. I had Theresa (my #1 barmaid) drop me off 1/2 mile away on Chef hwy. She didn't mind supporting these midnight runs. She knew it meant she could scam the bar while pretending to run it for the foreseeable future. I loved the smell and sounds of a salt marsh at 0-dark 30. And boy was it dark. A moonless night with a low scud cloud cover. Ceiling about 200 feet. In the blackest of darkness you could hear all manner of bug frog and other critters all chirping buzzing groaning as nature intended. All of my senses were screaming in that environment. I was alive. The mosquitoes were not too bad that night, but the gnats were sure hungry. A cigar would help with that, but I knew I wouldn't have time.

    The Levee was part of the Corps of Engineers flood protection system. It kept most of Lake Bourgne out of New Orleans East, unless it didn't. As a levee it may or may not have served its purpose well. But as a clandestine landing strip it did an exemplary job. When officials are involved it is NOT advisable to use official runways. Even the uncontrolled (yet temptingly nearby) Slidelle or Diamond-head airports would have given it away. Not many pilots could put a King-air 200 (slightly modified) on top of that levee in the day, but fortunately for all parties involved I knew Juan that could do it at night. ...with a stiff crosswind, while holding an even stiffer cocktail. ...and right on time, there he was. I felt it first, then heard it, then finally I saw it. Two flashes from the nav lights, answered with two flashes from my Q-beam. Any other answer to the challenge call and that bird would have powered up and disappeared under the horizon, and never to be seen again at that levee. I laid the Q-beam on the threshold (pre-determined by prior experience) pointing down the levee, then ducked down as he passed overhead.

    A more perfect landing could not have been achieved. He threw the Hartzells into beta to slow the thing, then he continued and started backing it along the levee top. I just shook my head. It was getting harder to tell between when Mark was doing what really had to be done, or was just showing off for fun. The door opened and Kiddd jumped out. "Here, throw this in the cabin." I said tossing over the first bag.

    He passed an inquiring look. "Small arms and cash." I said.

    "Help me with this other one." I said while dragging the other bag toward the nose of the plane.

    "Well then, What's in that one?" he asked as he helped lift it.

    "Dillon mini-gun" I explained. Two pith pins snapped and an electrical jack twist lock, and there it was. Mounted next to the pilot side nose-gear door in the custom bracket I installed several years back. In the box was a 2000 round belt custom loaded by LakeCity arsenal with 2x AP, 2x HE, 1x tr, repeated.

    We climbed aboard and Mark blew us outa there in almost exactly the same way Bonnie didn't. Mark had remained at high idle knowing the whole operation would take less than three minutes. To get us off that levee heading west he had to bank hard to avoid the powerplant, then under the Paris road bridge. To fly over it would have blipped someJuans radar for certain. "Got enough fuel to make Cancun?" I asked Mark.

    "Just enough" was the reply.

    "Great! Turn heading 180°. We gotta go get Tulsa. She's the key to this whole mess. If you're running short sneak in some altitude when we clear the ADIZ."

    "So then what's with the typewriter?" Kiddd asked.

    "Portable Bar" I grinned at Kiddd, then tossed over a travel sized bottle of Tylenol and a pint flask of Evan Williams. I then settled into the leather seat for what Mark proudly called his patented (unofficially patented) 200 knot Slalom through the oil derricks of the Northern GOM. How and where he had picked up these types of flying skills was something not discussed. Some very brave people have completely 'lost it' attempting to endure one of Marks slalom runs through the Gulf. I found it a very relaxing flight. ...but still no sleep. Drinking helps.
    Updated 06-04-2017 at 05:42 PM by McBart ender
  30. KanKunKid's Avatar
    I took a "pull" on the flask Bart handed me and reached down and tightened my seat belt. I could use a pretty Fight attendant / Stewardess about now. A Stewardess is going to be a female. If airlines had started using men as Flight attendants back when they first started taking passengers on long flights, the airlines never would have gotten off the ground, business-wise. But now they have old men and grandmothers and chunky monkeys. But the King Air had nothing. Fortunately, Bart brought his emergency rations and that will have to do.
    I took a swallow of the whiskey and was aiming to savor it, but Mark made a hard banking turn and we pulled a couple of "G's" which pushed the whiskey down before I was finished with it!
    I have a feeling that this isn't the first time our pilot has flown to Mexico!
    Tulsa is in Cozumel and so we will land on a private strip west of Playa Del Carmen and wait for her to come. We will have to skirt the Cancun airport traffic area and fly under the radar.
    I handed the flask over the aisle to Bart, but he was asleep, his head rolling back and forth on the headrest with the movement of the aircraft.
    I don't know how he does it.
    Within a few minutes we were over the gulf the Pratt and Whitney engines humming along and a few feet above the water which had a light chop.
    We zig-zagged through the space between oil platforms and eventually came up to the Mexican coastline near Vera Cruz. He opted to stay about 5 miles off the coastline to avoid the Mexican Marine coastal patrols and this would put us on a course for Valle Hermosa, just south of the lowest part of the Bay of Campeche. From there, we go inland and then east toward Play Del Carmen. The small hidden airport owned by an Expat Doctor was marked on the GPS. The Avadyne system, linked with the autopilot could practically land the airplane by itself.

    As I contemplated the reasons for picking up Tulsa, I couldn't help but to wonder how she could be involved, much less a pivotal figure in this whole mess. We didn't have a preflight briefing and as much as Mark trusts us, he has learned to play things close to the vest. Bart did not seem too concerned. I looked over at him, fast asleep, drooling. I started to get my phone out to take a picture but, naw! He is going to have a hard enough time the way it is.
    I thought about how nice and warm the beaches were the last time I was here and those great Margaritas made by Mickey, the half Irish half Puerto Rican dude at the beach bar there in Puerto Morelos the little port town between Cancun and Playa Del Carmen. Soon I fell fast asleep as the droning of the engines and the smooth ride put me to sleep.
    I don't remember anything after that until I was rudely awakened by being pulled forward in my seat as the plane braked on the runway. Mark put the props in beta and spooled up the engines.
    It woke the intrepid Bart up from his nap and he held on to the seat in front of him and shouted "Whoa!" "What the ......?"
    Finally we slowed down and taxied, Mark spooled down the engines and taxied to a large well kept hangar at the end of the runway.
    Outside a small dark Mexican was waving and pointing to a place where there was a concrete pad and tie downs. I could see him looking intently at the cockpit window until he was sure Mark understood. Then he ran off and entered a hole in the jungle and was gone!
    Mark shut down the engines (in which they speed up and then the fuel is cut off and so they wind down, each blade passing through the air like a ninja sword in a cheap Chinese Kung fu movie). Mark jumps up and nimbly exits the cockpit and has the air door open and extended by the time Bart and I have got up and walked toward the door.
    As we step down the steps of the door, the heat and humidity hits us like a heavy warm blanket. I began to perspire almost immediately!
    A dapper man dressed in Khaki and a NY baseball cap is walking to greet us. He gives Mark a handshake and a manly hug and he introduces himself to us, "I'm Lionel Sprague, I'm an old friend of Mark's. We go way back. I am a Doctor here in the Playa area..." We introduced ourselves and had handshakes all around, "Doctor!"
    He looked at the airplane and smiled.."Shes a beauty!" He turned around to talk to Mark but he had disappeared into the hangar through a side door. So, we followed the Doctor to where Mark was headed.

    On the back side of the hangar there was a big door and it was open. Over head big fans were turning lazily and there was a faux thatched roof hanging over a bar with about 6 bar stools. Mark made his was to the back of the bar, pulled out a beer and popped the top and took a long swig of it. He slammed the bottle down on the counter and said "Oh yeah!" he exhaled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "That's what I'm talkin' bout!"
    As Bart and I sat down at the bar, he broke out 2 more bottles and popped the tops and slid them in front of us. We grabbed them and took a long drink.
    Oh was it cold! The air was still warm even with the fans blowing air on us, but the breeze blowing through the hangar was much cooler than the hot sun glaring down outside and the air was laden with a mixture of airplane smells, interior leather, warm and burnt Shell 50 Non detergent oil and 100LL avgas..
    Inside the hangar was a G-VII and a Cessna Citation II, a Vietnam era Huey and a Cessna single engine turbo prop float plane.
    I could get used to this.
    As we sat there smiling and talking about the ride here, the little Mexican guy returned and in tow was a strikingly beautiful women in her 40's possibly, who walked up behind Mark when he wasn't looking and pinched his butt pretty hard!
    Mark yelped and turned mid air to face his attacker. She had long black hair and big brown eyes and well defined and shapely brows and a small, slightly retrousse nose and full lips, she had high cheekbones and although she wore a little eye makeup, her dark skin really didn't need it. She wore a loose fitting sun dress with spaghetti straps that failed to conceal her buxom figure. She wore high heels and I detected a whiff of White Shoulders wafting our way. I looked for a ring on her hand, but I didn't see one.
    As Mark faced her, she smiled an innocent smile and said, "Are you trying to take my job Mark?"
    Mark bowed and swooped his arm down as if to say say, "you may pass," Then his tipped his hat and moved out of the way. He rubbed his sore butt as he came around to the other side of the bar with Bart and me.
    The Doctor spoke up after chuckling at Mark, "This is Esperanza, she is my assistant and administrator of my properties and holdings. She is also a talented bar keeper.."
    She made a face at that and picked up a bottle of rum and threw it up in the air and watched it spin around and then she caught it behind her back and then seamlessly spun another bottle with her other hand and slammed 2 glasses down and poured into each.
    She pushed them in front of Bart and me and we both looked at each other in surprise and grabbed the drinks.
    It was good whatever it was, a little fruity, but the mix was perfect. Bart, nodded his approval and we complimented her shamelessly.
    It was nice to have a pretty gal around who was smart and friendly and cool. I kept asking myself though, "How does Mark know all these hot women?"
    I never got an answer to that. When I ask him bluntly at one point, he said "Get used to disappointment."
    Bart wondered too.
    But for the moment, we enjoyed the drinks and some of the tacos and nachos that Esperanza made for us. We were waiting for Tulsa and when waiting for a woman, it is best not to look at the clock as a reference to when they will arrive. She will come when she feels like it.
    Mark was glad to be able to have a break and have a drink or 5. Even though he pretty much does as he pleases, he respects the FAA rules regarding drinking and flying, We're all glad of that!
    Esperanza had us all mesmerized and was quite entertaining. She put on some music and after a time, she got Mark out to dance. He rocked the dance floor like Fred Astaire. How did he learn to dance so well? He knew all the Latin dances.
    Eventually they took a break and had a drink. Then she asked me to dance. I did OK, but I didn't know the Rhumba and so she taught me. It was a lot of fun and it was nice to hold on to her. she smelled really good and moved like a cat. Finally it was Bart's turn. He already had a few drinks and he smiled broadly when he got up to dance with her and the smile never diminished the whole time he was dancing! Mark noticed too and we good naturedly ribbed him about it afterward (for longer than we probably should have).
    It was getting late and we knew that we would have to spend the night, so finally, the doctor came and his Mexican helper closed everything up and we walked down a jungle path to his "compound" it was a huge place, with high walls and a large swimming pool. The mansion was 3 stories tall with Spanish architecture. A large circular drive had a Bentley and a Mercedes S class in it. Lamps and statues were everywhere. It looked like the Good Doctor must have made some coin at some point in time.
    There was a guard shack with uniformed and armed security guards and electronic high tech security items such as cameras and IR monitors.
    We were escorted to our rooms as Esperanza called the shots and the maids and housekeepers obeyed instantly and with smiles.
    Each room had 20' vaulted ceilings and looked like a movie star lived there. I looked around a bit and the went in and took a shower, my clothes lying on the floor looked shabby compared to the surroundings. I got into the shower and when I got out my dirty clothes were gone! I was a little unnerved and a little exited. But then I pictured the little Mexican guy coming in and picking up my sweaty clothes and the little vision in the bubble outside my head with the cute maid and I burst and fell to the floor.
    I was tired anyway.
    There was a glass of milk and some cookies and some fruits and a cognac on the bed stand when I turned in.
    I am glad he likes us.
    I like this a WHOLE LOT more than running for my life in Florida.
    The room was cool and the light control worked easily and I watched a little news on the Big screen before I went to sleep.
    A big storm had been forecast on the Carolina Coast and warnings were issued, but the storm never came to fruition and now the politiicans were upset that they wasted valuable emergency funds on a false alarm.
    I click off the TV and the lights.
    I chuckled "Establishment Pukes!"
    As I reviewed the days events and I "slow motioned" the dancing with Esperaza, and the next thing I knew I heard a noise and then the sun blasted my eyes with an intense light.
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