Don't Clown Around Part 3

By Boomer

In the last part, we left the two Detective sisters lying unconscious, bound and gagged on a warehouse floor. A noted City Crime Reporter had changed into a character called the Banshee, and was being dragged nearly unconscious through a dark alley by an anonymous person. Would you call that mysterious, or just plain rediculous. Well let's continue, shall we?

Amber Garnet, a.k.a. The Banshee, slowly regained her senses, but not her vision. It appeared she was on a bed somewhere damp and smelly. "Uhhhh..every muscle in my body aches. Apparently they caught me, but where is this place?" Rolling over to get out of the bed, her body made contact with the cold concrete floor. "It's only a mattress." The reporter quickly made another discovery. "I'm naked." When the door opened, a sudden burst of sunlight caused Amber to cover her eyes. As the door partially shut, the dim light revealed the dirty mattress she had slept on, as well as the even dirtier floor.

"Good morning, my lovely." Slowly she focused on a grimy unwashed, gray bearded old man. "I hope you're feeling alright." He crossed the small room, handing her a piece of stale bread. "This is all I have for breakfast this morning." He then sat next to her, seemingly not noticing the beautiful woman was nude. Patting the top of her knee, he smiled. "Those men last night are evil. They would have done you harm."

Amber pulled away from the stranger. "Who are you, and what have you done with my clothes?"

"They call me Willie, and they think I'm crazy, but I'm not you know." The old man stood, walked over to one of the corners, where a barrel held the Banshee's costume, and picked it up in his arms. "I didn't want you sleeping in these, that isn't right you know, sleeping in your street clothes."

An image flashed across Amber's mind. Sleeping naked with this dirty old man lying naked next to her. "Uugghh." She quickly grabbed her clothes from him, put on the lace thong panties, the uplifting bra, and then pulled on the PVC cat suit. She noticed the old man staring as she zipped up the front. "What are you staring at old man?"

"Oh, was I staring." Willie covered his eyes. "They put some more women in the warehouse last night. I saw them." He peeked through his fingers at the beautiful red head, stretching those long legs out in front as she put on her flexible boots. "I can get inside, you know." When she started to don the hooded mask, the old man protested. "Please, don't cover that beautiful face. I don't get to see many beautiful things so close."

"You said there was a way into the warehouse?" Amber could see that the old man was dying to touch her. "You show me the entrance, and you can pat my cheeks." His eyes lit up.

"Tonight we'll go together." They both sat back on the mattress, where the old man nearly lost it, caressing both of her cheeks.

Inside the warehouse, the twin Detectives had awakened during the night, finding themselves chained to the back wall of their individual cages. "Hey Sherr, we did it. We discovered who the kidnapers are, and found where they were keeping the missing women." Meg sat yanking on her chains.

"Oh yeah, we're really great detectives. Now what do we do? Or hadn't you notice that we're chained to the wall." Sherry rattled her chains also, but more in frustration than an attempt at getting free.

When the sun rose, the room lightened, and activity stirred within the building. "BRING THOSE TWO DETECTIVES TO MY OFFICE." Eduardo shouted an order into the air, sending two guards racing towards the cages. The men released the prisoner's chains, which prompted the sisters to act in unison, kicking the guards in the groin, and then punching them squarely in the jaw. They gave each other a congratulatory hug before searching for a way out of the building. "WHERE ARE THOSE WOMEN?" The big man again shouted his question in the form of an order. When he burst from his office, he saw two cages open, two guards laying unconscious inside them, and the women were gone. "SOUND THE ALARM,THE WOMEN ARE ESCAPING!" His anger was immediately directed towards the two inept guards, who never felt their punishment.

Megan and Sherry headed for the exit, sneaking among the crates and bales. Two armed men raced along the aisle, and then stood guard on either side of the door. "Well, we can't go that way, and we can't go back." Meg looked straight up. "Let's climb the crates." Sherry looked around, then reluctantly agreed. Hand over hand the two detectives slowly made it to the top of the huge pile of crates. "Looking down from their perch they saw men searching the area they had just abandoned. "Whew, that was close."

Sherry looked up further. "We can crawl out the sky light." She reached up to grab the steel beam that ran across the warehouse. "If we climb onto that beam, we can shinny up the support to that window, and then onto the roof." Meg followed her sister, and soon the two Detectives found themselves on top of the building, staring at a uniformed guard aiming a tranquilizer rifle at them. They assessed the rifle, and then looked at each other, nodding their heads. Before he was able to radio his good fortune, the two women charged. "Owww." Sherry grabbed her arm, while Meg took the rifle, and whacked the guard in the head.

After knocking the man out, Meg turned to see Sherry extracting a small projectile from her shoulder. Her eyes stared ahead, becoming dull. "Are you ok?" Meg ran over to her sister in time to keep the stunned Detective from falling. Looking into Sherry's eyes, she knew it wouldn't be long before her older sister would become nothing more than a limp burden. Meg gently laid her onto the hot rough gravel. "Somehow, I have to get us off this roof." Carefully walking around the edge, she spotted a large dumpster, filled with packing material from the huge pile of cardboard boxes stacked next to it. "Halleluyah." She looked around to make sure nobody heard her sudden outburst. Then Megan took Sherry under the arms, dragged her over to the roof edge, where the dumpster was parked below. "I hope my aim is true." She shoved her sister over the side, and watched the limp detective's body disappear beneath the popcorn and plastic bubbles. "I'm saying a little prayer, big sister." Meg then climbed down the steel, green ladder firmly attached to the rustic red brick building.

"THEY HAVE TO BE IN HERE. FIND THEM!" Eduardo commanded. He went into the office, picked up the phone to notify an important contact in town of the developing situation. ""I think they're still in the building, but if they managed to escape and get to a phone, you know the consequences." After informing the contact of his responsibilities, Eduardo hung up. "We have to find those women."

Meg climbed into the dumpster, to find her sister sleeping, and in good condition, so she went to find a telephone. "There has to be a phone around here somewhere." She sneaked around corners, down alleys, and past deserted and abandoned buildings, until it started to get dark. Then suddenly, she saw a Police car parked at the end of the street. "Good heavens, a savior." Meg ran down the street, yelling to the squad car, but it slowly pulled away before she got there. "Ohh noo." While the dejected Detective watched him turn the corner and disappear from view, a hand slapped her on the shoulder.

"Can I help you, Miss? She turned to see a Policeman standing there. "My partner went to check on the rear of the buildings. He'll be right back." While they waited for the car to return, Meg tried to explain her position. "Do you have any I.D.?" The man asked.

"No. The kidnapers took my money, weapon, and I.D." She looked at him, as he gave her a skeptical smile. "I just need a telephone." Meg felt relieved as the patrol car turned the corner, heading in their direction.

After letting Megan enter the back, the Policeman sat in the passenger seat. "OK, let's deliver her." He then flipped a red switch on the dash, emiting a cloud of gas into the back seat.

"OOOHHHHH..IT'S Gassssss...uhhhhhhh." She pounded on the glass partition, but no one in the front paid any attention. She grabbed her throat, as she gasped. Her eyelids drooped, her head slumped against the side window, and her body went completely lifeless. Megan was never aware of the squad car stopping at the warehouse, nor the Policemen dragging her from the seat, and carrying her past the two guards to the inside, where she was laid on the floor.

A few blocks away a recycle collection vehicle moved next to the dumpster. "Finally, the last pick-up of the day." The lone driver maneuvered the fork lift under the huge container and pushed the button. He then jumped out to start loading the plastic packing material into a separate part of the truck, but an object caught his attention as the dumpster's contents were tossed into the compactor. "What was that?" The trash man sifted around in the truck to find an unconscious beautiful woman. "Wow, this is nothing to throw away." Lifting Sherry's limp form out of the debris, he carefully laid her onto the passenger seat. "Hello Charlie, I just found an unconscious woman in one of the dumpsters."

His dispatcher was less worried about an old woman sleeping it off, than closing down for the night. "Just lay her next to it after you finish. The people down there sleep in dumpsters all the time. Just get your "A" in here, it's late."

Looking at the very attractive woman. "She's dressed too good to be someone living in this area. I'll take her back with me." Finishing his route, he drove off towards the city recycle dump with the Detective sleeping soundly on the seat next to him. The truck headlights illuminated the dirt road, as it hurried to its home destination, bumping up and down. "Look out rabbit." The driver declared as a rabbit stood his ground staring directly into the lights, until the very last moment. "Almost had one that time."

"Almost had what?" The pretty young lady asked, rubbing her forehead. "Where are you taking me?" This time she sat straight in the seat, staring at the driver. "I want some answers." She reached over, turned off the engine, and removed the keys. Startled, the driver reached for the keys, and in the process lost control of the truck, running it into a ditch. He fell out the driver's side, hitting the ground hard and rolling over several times. He just lay there stunned and silent, as Sherry jumped out the other side. "How did I get here? And where the heck is Megan?"

Will Sherry be able to rescue Megan? Will the Banshee make it into the warehouse? Find out in Part 4