Don't Clown Around Part 2

By Boomer


When we left the Community Park, it was having an Antique Auto show, where Detectives Megan and Sherry Freedman were trying to ascertain who was responsible for the recent rash of missing women. Their prime suspect was a Clown named Robo, who was hired by the City to roam through the crowds of the current event, handing out balloons promoting the next event. Megan had stationed herself in a wooded area to keep an eye on the Clown's tent, while Sherry walked through the crowds looking for anything suspicious. It was late in the day, so the Park lights were lit, illuminating all of the show areas, while the Pavilion contained various displays, illustrating the history of various auto manufacturers.

Gerald, Robo's partner wanted to kidnap the two detectives and then leave town on the passing coal train, but he couldn't convince Robo, so he thought of a plan. "If I grab that one in the woods, then he'll have to go along with it." He telephoned the two men at the Coal Depot in the center of town, to tell them there would be another pick-up tonight. He then peered out the tent flap, but it had already gotten dark, which made it impossible for him to view the Detective clearly.

In the meantime, Robo scouted around the Park handing out advertising balloons, honking his horn, and searching for the two Detectives' back-up unit. Sherry was standing near a 1954 MG Roadster, watching the clown, when a Reporter approached her. "Detective Sherry, are you here investigating the missing women in the Park?" Amber Garnet was well known by the Police, since she was the foremost crime reporter in the City.

"What do you know about missing women?" Sherry responded, appearing surprised at Amber's question, and then made up a cover story. "No, I'm here to look at the old cars." Noticing that the Clown was moving towards the tent, she became nervous, trying to avoid the reporter.

"Well Detective, I know you don't go anywhere without your partner, so I searched around the Park, and guess what?" The Reporter waited for a reaction. "I found her. Would you like to know where she is?"

"Look Miss Garnet, if you don't leave us alone tonight, I'll be forced to arrest you." Sherry moved away towards the refreshment stand. It had gotten dark and she was hungry. Besides it was time to relieve Megan. "Hey Sis, want something to eat?" She spoke over her hidden radio unit.

Watching the Detective stride through the array of cars the reporter mused. "That's alright honey, you just answered my question." She said aloud to herself. Amber Garnet had been a reporter for twenty-five years, and able to sniff out a story. "I'll keep an eye on you."

"How about a Chili-dog?" Sherry suggested, and Megan nearly drooled at the thought.

Entering the tent, Robo noticed Sherry watching from the refreshment stand. "OK Gerry, here's the plan." He explained what he had in mind, so the two of them prepared for the night's action. Gerry then left the tent as a white face Clown, hurried towards the car display, and disappeared. Robo did the same thing, but in a different direction. Their sudden move caught the Detectives by surprise, causing Sherry to carry her hot-dog to the front of the Clown's tent, where Megan met her.

"Where's my Chili-dog?" She looked longingly at her sister's food.

"You go after Robo, and I'll track down the other one. It's obvious they're up to something." Sherry took off towards the cars, while Megan stood there, thirsty and hungry.

"How am I supposed to tell these Clowns apart?" She headed across the Parking lot. but hesitated. "I really need something to drink." Returning to the refreshments stand, Megan ordered a Chili dog and a soda. While standing there sipping on the soda, she saw a dark figure exit the woods dragging something into the tent. "Sherry, come in."

"Hi Meg, I located Robo. He's near the Pavilion, I think." Sherry replied.

"Never mind Robo, I think the other one just dragged a body into the tent. I'm gong in." Megan turned off the radio, so the man wouldn't become alarmed.

"Wait for me." Sherry commanded, but there was no response. "Megan, Megan, ohh no." Sherry ran along the dark stretch of grass next to the woods, trying to get to the tent before her sister did something foolish. "AAARRGGHHH" An arm shot out from the darkness, catching the Detective by surprise. It wrapped around her neck, dragging Sherry into the woods, and knocking the struggling woman off balance. A hand then clamped a wet rag over her nose and mouth. "NOOMMMPPHHH!" She gasped a wild protest into the cloth, inhaling an abundant supply of the chloroform. The Detective had lost her concentration in an attempt to help her sister, and allowed herself to be trapped. "Oooohhh...nooo..what have I done?" She struggled violently, but knew her fight was useless. "C..can't resist." Her breasts rose and fell reluctantly, in a desperate need for oxygen.

"Breathe it in, pretty Detective." Robo had hidden in the woods waiting for Sherry to race towards his tent, and now he had his prey nearly helpless in his arms. Watching her hands waving listlessly in the air, trying weakly to break free, he saw her pretty blue eyes roll back in her head. "You're mine now, young lady." Then as the detective 's body went slack in his arms, Robo laid her limp body on the leaves, and went off towards the tent to see the progress his partner was making on the other Detective.

Megan had entered the tent to see Gerry bending over one of the cots. "Hold it right there. Put your hands behind your head." When the Clown stood erect, she saw a straw figure lying there. "What is this?" She exclaimed.

"It's one of my props. What did you think it was?" Gerry watched with glee at the Detective's embarrassment. When she reholstered her weapon, the Clown struck, by picking up one of the horns. "This is another one of my props." Pointing it at her face, he squeezed the bulb emitting a large cloud of white powder at the other end.

"UUGGGHHHH!" Megan stumbled backwards, grabbing her throat. "OOOHHH..WHAT..IS..THAT?" The Detective then fell forward to her knees. "HELLLP....C..Can't..breathe." Her eyes reflected a sense of helplessness. Megan's body slumped to the floor of the tent, just as Robo entered.

"Isn't she out yet?" He looked down at the squirming figure.

"Not quite. Where's yours?" Gerry asked, as he opened the trunk to retrieve some rope.

"I left her out in the woods, until I knew how you were doing with this one." He bent over to see Megan's pleading eyes. "Better give her another dose." Robo left to get Sherry, but when he returned, the Detective was gone.

Sherry had been able to feign unconsciousness, but the dazed and disoriented Detective stumbled aimlessly through the woods, falling to her knees every few feet. "Have to get away." She placed a hand on one of the trees to help her stand, and unexpectedly a cloth rag was inserted into her mouth, and another cloth affixed around her head. She was helpless to prevent her hands from being bound behind her back. Then roughly she was thrown over a man's shoulder and carried away. "Feel soo weak." Bouncing through the woods, Sherry felt her body suddenly sailing in the air, until she suddenly landed on the ground. "UUUFFFFFMMMM"

After tossing the unwilling burden off his shoulder, Robo turned to his partner. "Get the syringe, and we'll put these two out for the duration." Robo declared.

"It's a good thing you got back here. The trains comin" Gerry loaded the first needle with a clear liquid, knelt over the moaning Sherry, and inserted it into her arm. He watched the protesting Detective's eyes fade and then close. After loading the second needle, he did the same to the sleeping Megan.

Unnoticed by the two busy Clowns a pair of eyes watched from the edge of the woods. It was Amber Garnet, the reporter, who was now attired in a full body black PVC cat suit, with flexible boots that fit tightly over her legs, while her red hair was mostly hidden by a flexible PVC hooded mask. " Maybe they'll lead me to the other women?" Not being able to see inside the tent Amber could only surmise the Detectives fate, so when the coal train arrived she was surprised to see the Clowns carry the unconscious women to the open boxcar, leaving each of the bound and gagged Detectives to be dragged inside by two other men. "That's how they dispose of their kidnap victims.” She was further surprised to see the two clowns toss duffle bags, suit cases, and a trunk into the boxcar, and then follow them inside. Amber heard the whistle. "I think it's time for the Banshee to go to work." She hurriedly climbed a nearby tree, to jump onto one of the coal cars, as the train moved ahead.

A half hour later the coal train pulled into the docks to unload it's cargo onto a waiting ship. While that occurred the men in the boxcar lifted the unconscious Detectives, and carryied them to a nearby warehouse. Outside the doors, two heavily armed uniformed guards allowed the group to pass inside, where they walked by stacks of Marijuana, then boxes of arms. The next area of the building contained cages filled with women chained to the walls.

"Put those two in the cages over there. My men will take care of them." The huge man had a handlebar mustache, wore a uniform, and carried a whip. It was obvious from the way he strutted that no one was about to disobey him. "Are those the two Police Detectives I've heard about?" The man threw his whip at each of the bound women laying on the floor.

"Yes sir, we had to capture them or get caught ourselves." Robo insisted.

"You did good Benny, They'll go out on tomorrows ship, and never be heard from again." The big man disappeared behind a closed door.

Outside, the Banshee had hopped off the coal pile, followed the little group towards the guarded warehouse door, and stood staring at the men blocking her entrance into the building. "This is not going to be easy." While pondering her next move, a man aimed a rifle at the figure in black. He carefully arranged the cross hairs to align with the back of the intruder's neck, and then pulled the trigger. "Ouch." Feeling a sharp pain in her back, she reached behind, and pulled out a small dart. "Ohhhh..nooo..a tranquilizer." She began to flee, at the same time the man on the roof sounded an alarm.

"There's an intruder near the south street entrance." The guard announced over the radio, and then watched the figure in black disappear around the corner.

"Ohhhh..the drug is working." Amber's head was swimming. She stumbled along the alley, falling against the brick wall. "Can hardly move." She heard the commotion behind her as the guards ran from the warehouse in response to the intruder alert. "Have to hide." Dizzy, confused as well as disoriented Banshee, peered through the darkness and haze, to see the outline of a dumpster. Nearly crawling the short distance, she reached up to climb the metal side, but slid down. "Have..to..get..inside..uhhhhhh." It became evident her strength had left her, and it was merely a matter of a few moments before she was captured. But as the veil of darkness enveloped her mind, the helpless crime fighter felt an arm squeeze her waist, and her feet being dragged along the ground.


Has the Banshee been captured? Check out part 3

Boomer