Don't Clown Around Part 4

By Boomer


It was now dark enough for Banshee to attempt entering the warehouse. "OK Henry, let's go." After spending the whole day next to the old man in the small dingy room, she was becoming rather fond of him. He had been a mathematician for a major corporation in the city, but was caught up in an economic downturn, losing his job. His wife then killed herself, and he lost his house. As things went from bad to worse, the once high flying successful man, plummeted to foraging for food near the docks, while living in a forgotten space that the rats wouldn't even inhabit.

"We have to be careful. the man on the roof is use to seeing me rummaging through the trash, but he might be suspicious of you." He led her through the alley, across the street, and into the shadows, until they came upon a dumpster.

"Where's the entrance?" Banshee looked magnificent in the cat suit that clung to her hour glass figure. "Are you sure you didn't imagine it?" Amber became frustrated at having depended on this decrepit old man.

"Give me a hand." Henry started pushing the large container aside. "It's under here, you know." He pointed to an iron grate, sliding it to the side. "We go down there, you know." The old man led the way into the dark hole. There was light in the direction of the warehouse, so it was was possible to see along the tunnel to their destination. Henry pointed to the grate above them, and Banshee tried to move it. "No,no. We don't go through the grate." He placed his face against the bars to check on the activity above, and then lifted a section of the floor, sliding it to the side. "We can enter here, you know."

"I'll go first." Climbing through the hole, she heard someone coming, so it was necessary to crawl over to a dark shadowy area. When Henry's head popped up, amber cautioned. "Not now." He scurried beneath the floor just as two Policemen accompanied by a guard entered the area, carrying Megan, the Detective. When they laid the limp body onto the floor, the guard knocked on Eduardo's office.

"What do you want?" The gruff voice asked from within.

"The Police are here with the package." The guard replied tremulously.

Eduardo opened the door, and looking down at the sleeping detective, asked. "Where's the other one?"

"Sorry sir, but we know nothing of another one." The policeman looked around a bit puzzled. "This one just fell into our hands, after we got word she was wanted."

"Bring her into the office, and tie her to that chair." He went back into the office, followed by the Policemen, carrying Megan between them with her bottom scraping the floor. Then placing the unconscious Heroine onto a wooden chair, one of the men pulled her wrists behind her and wrapped rope around them, while the other tied her delicate ankles together. "That's good, now close the door behind you." The two men bid goodnight as they left, and Eduardo crossed the room, lifted Megan's chin to stare into her face. "It would be a shame to destroy such beauty."

When all the men had finally left, Banshee crept over to the door to look through the key hole. At the end of the warehouse the Policemen were exiting just as another person entered. “I'll take you to the office Ma'am." The guard declared.

"That won't be necessary, I can find my way, tell my drivers they can take a break before we start loading." The woman headed into the warehouse, but noticed the Banshee with her eye glued to the key hole. Taking a long barreled pistol from her belt, she took careful aim. The cross hairs rested on the firm round rear end protruding away from the door, and in a second the trigger snapped, releasing a small sharp projectile that sailed through the aisle on its way to the target.

When the needle point punctured the soft skin, Banshee let out a muted reaction to the pain. "Ouch." Standing erect, she felt another twinge of pain in her shoulder. "Ooooohh." Stunned the woman in the black cat suit turned in the direction of the shots, and was struck again. This time in the left breast. "Unnnnnn." She stumbled forward trying to escape the sudden attack, but after a few yards, she slid to one knee. "Sooo weak."

The attacker watched the struggles with amusement. "She's a tough one." When Banshee finally sank to her stomach, the woman approached her prey. "No use struggling, you're finished."

Amber's head was spinning, and she'd lost almost all her strength. As her face lay sideways on the floor, she saw two black high heel shoes, and legs covered in black fishnet stockings. "Have to get away." With a last massive effort the intrepid heroine rose on both hands, but her valiant effort was quickly ended by the butt of a pistol smashing against the back of her skull. "UNGH!"

The woman stood above the fallen Banshee, placed the pistol in its holster, and walked into the office, slamming the door. "You need better security, Ed my darling." The big man swirled around to see a tall raven haired woman, attired in a skimpy black leotard, laced in front and on both sides. She wore black fishnet stockings over two fabulously shaped legs, enhanced by her six inch heels, and when she swaggered across the room to plop into the overstuffed leather chair, Eduardo leaped from his seat.

"Lolita, I didn't expect you so soon." He stared at the stunning figure as she crossed those legs. "It's been too long." Bending over, he planted a huge wet passionate kiss on her seductive lips. And after releasing her from the lengthy lip lock, he grabbed her hands, pulling the voluptuous body off the chair pressing it against his, and squeezed tightly.

The woman glanced over at Megan tied to the chair."Since when did you get so personal with your temporary guests?"

While this was going on in the office, Henry climbed out of the hole, approached the unconscious Banshee, and patted her on the cheeks. "We have to get out of here, you know." Then grabbing hold of one of her arms, the old man dragged his new friend over to the hole, pushing her into it. "Oooops, sorry." He jumped in after her, slid the panel closed, and then crouched, holding Amber's head in his lap. "Can't carry you home, you know."

"Why is that woman here, Ed?" She went over to the helpless detective, and noticed her eyes fluttering slightly. "The woman's beginning to awaken."

"She's a detective, who stumbled onto my little operation here." He looked at Lolita fondly. "What did you mean about my security being lax?" He asked, while fondling the comely rear.

"I found a woman dressed in black, peering through your key hole." She replied, slapping his hand away. "She's laying right outside the door." The tall raven haired beauty declared, opening it.

“There's no one there.” Eduardo stared out at the empty hallway.

“She couldn't have recovered so fast. I tell you there was a woman peering through your keyhole, and I rendered her unconscious.” Lolita stated emphatically.

Meanwhile, Sherry had fallen asleep, as the rusty old pick-up bounced along the dirt road. The young man looked over at the gorgeous woman, wondering why she was walking along the dump road at this time of night. "I'll take her home, and then she can call the Police." Carl worked at the recycle dump, but had ambition to finish his education some day. That's the reason he spent twelve hours a day sifting through peoples left over garbage, and why he happened to meet Sherry on his way home. His old truck rattled to a halt outside the rooming house, and he lifted the sleeping detective off the seat, and into the building.

"You finally got yourself a girl, Carl, and she falls asleep on you. Must have been an exciting date." The neighbor held open the door, allowing the young man and his girl to enter. They went down the hallway, and stopped at one of the doors. "I'll hold her while you get the keys."

"Get the keys out of my pocket, Max." Carl then carried Sherry inside, and Max tossed the keys onto the table. "Thanks, buddy." He said, ushering the neighbor out of the room, and then kicked the door closed. The only light coming into the dark room was from a street lamp streaming through the one small window. "She even looks beautiful in the dark." He laid her on the frayed sofa, then stood peering down at the stranger. "Who are you, really?"

The coffee aroma woke her up. "That smells delicious." Sherry rose, sitting there, looking at the handsome young man sitting at the table. "Nice place you have here."

"Who are you kidding, this is a dump, and I work at a dump, and I'm sick and tired of it." Sitting with his elbows on the table, and holding the by both hands, the man made a pathetic picture. "The coffee's instant store brand, so don't expect too much."

He started to bring her a cup. "I'll come over there." She sat across the small wooden table with the paint peeling off the top. "Thanks for helping me." Staring into his big green eyes, her detective instincts told her he could be trusted, so she began telling him the whole story.

Will Banshee recover in time to help Megan, will Sherry call the local Police and fall into their trap, is henry as feeble as he seems? Find out in Part 5