Don't Clown Around Part 5

By Boomer


Lolita stomped around the warehouse. "WHERE DID SHE GO?" Her gorgeous figure swaggered about as those comely long legs strutted from corner to corner. "She must have had help. The woman had enough tranquilizer in her system to keep her out for hours." She then spotted the grate. "What's that over there?" Staring into the hole, Lolita was certain she had found the escape route.

Down below, Henry pulled Amber back further into the shadows as he looked into the face of the beautiful villain. "She can't see us, please don't let her see us." Just then Banshee moaned, and Henry panicked. Leaning over his beautiful new friend, he kissed her ardently on the lips in an attempt at silencing her, but instead felt a passion race through his body, like never before. "He kept pressing against those seductive lips, even though he was a bit ashamed for feeling the way he did. "I shouldn't be doing this." When Lolita gave up pulling on the grate, walking away in frustration, Henry raised his head to stare at the lovely face lying helpless in his lap. "If only things were a little different."

Eduardo checked all the guard stations, and then ordered a general search of the premises. "It'll take a couple hours to load the trucks, so why don't we go to my apartment for a bit of relaxation." He pinched her cute little rear.

"Ouch. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Oh, I had you placed much higher than the gutter." He laughed for the first time this week, as the two of them walked towards the exit. "Have my car brought around, Wilson." The big man had completely forgotten about Megan tied to a chair in his office. He thought of only one thing, resting the palm of his hand firmly on the firm round rear of his companion.

"Ooohhh my head." Amber sighed. She twisted around trying to lift herself to a sitting position. "Owww..that still hurts." She rubbed the back of her head.

"You should've been out for hours." Henry observed, helping her get balanced.

"The PVC keeps those nasty darts from penetrating all the way. It's the bump on the head that really did me in." She groaned again. "How did I get down here?"

Henry wrapped his arm around her affectionately. "I managed to drag you down here, after that woman went into the office." He took note that Amber didn't pull away. "I got the impression there was someone still in the office, but I don't know who."

"I think I do. Help me back through the hole." Still rubbing the back of her head, the heroine weakly rose to her feet. "Uhhhhh." Amber gave out a long soft sigh as she fell back to the ground. Henry amorously watched those big beautiful blue eyes slowly flutter and then close.

"Sleep well, my lovely. I'll check the office." Henry stood on his box, lifted the panel and slid it to the side.

After telling Carl about her adventure, she decided to dial the local Police for help. "Hello, let me speak to your Chief." The young man was already amazed by her story, but when she asked for the Chief, he wondered if it was true. "He's not there? Well let me speak to the night supervisor." She then related most of her tale over the phone, and at the second telling Carl thought it ridiculous. "He's sending a car for me."

Inside the warehouse the old man sneaked across the floor, and opened the office door. "Well what do we have here?" Megan was struggling to get free, but couldn't see the man enter behind her. Knowing no one could hear her, nor pay any attention if they could, she still yelled a muffled protest into the gag. She was startled when two hands began untying her. "Hold on, I'll have you free in a moment." Feeling the ropes drop away, Meg started rubbing her wrists, and then pulled off the gag, while Henry undid her ankles.

"Who are you, a good guy, or a bad guy?" She rose from the chair deciding whether of not to start fighting.

"No time for twenty questions, follow me." He led the now confused detective over to the hole in the floor. "Jump down." Henry gave her a friendly shove, then followed.

When Meg hit the bottom, she became alarmed at seeing an unconscious woman in a mask. "What is this?" Her instinct took hold of her reason, and she swung at the old man, who grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her. "OWWW..let go of me."

"Not before I show you this." Reaching into one of the pockets in his shabby old jacket, Henry produced his FDI identification card. "Now relax we have a lot to discuss."

After talking and drinking coffee for fifteen minutes, the Police knocked on the door, and when Carl opened it, two men rushed over to Sherry, turned her around, twisted her arms behind, and handcuffed her. "Hey, what are you doing?" Carl protested.

"Shut up Bud, this here is a wanted criminal." They shoved Sherry out the door, down the hallway, and out to the patrol car, where they pushed her into the back. The young man watched it drive away with the strange girl yelling in the back seat.

He just couldn't stand there, so the rusty old pick-up was put into action as a pursuit car.

Not being able to see inside the Police car, Carl was unaware that Sherry was fighting the sleeping gas being introduced into the back of it. "Cough,cough...ohh.help..I c..can't stay awake." One of the cops watched the woman slowly lose her strangth, and then her consciousness. He smiled as she slumped onto the seat, and then slid to the floor.

Surprisingly, instead of going to the Police station, Carl followed the police car to the docks, where they parked next to one of the warehouses. However, they didn't drag the strange young woman from the car, kicking and screaming in violent protest. They pulled her limp body from the floor and carried the now unconscious woman between them into the guarded warehouse. "What is going on here?"

Inside the drain under the warehouse floor, Henry waited for Banshee to regain consciousness, and then began to explain. "We've had our eyes on Eduardo Sanchez for some time. I was stationed here as an undercover look-out, so the agency would know the best time to strike." He showed his identification again, as he pulled out the cell phone. "Perhaps this is the time. The ship carrying the women hasn't cleared territorial waters yet, and the Coast Guard is waiting for instructions. Plus we have a bonus. Lolita usually stays south of the border, but now we have her red handed with the armaments."

There was some commotion above, so the three peered through the grating. "It's Sherry." Megan nearly shouted. They watched the Policemen drag the woman's rear across the floor, and then lay her down.

"Where's Eduardo?" they asked the guard, who accompanied them from the front entrance.

"I'm right here." Stated the Bossman as he and Lolita strolled into the warehouse. "I see you got the other one."

Suddenly FDI agents burst into the room, all heavily armed, and shouting instructions. As Eduardo, Lolita and the rest of the henchmen were being rounded up and carted away, Henry lifted the two women out of the hole and declared. "I guess that's the end."

What do you suppose happens to Henry and Amber, as well as Sherry and Carl? Whatever happened to Robo the Clown and Gerry? That's for another day.