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Greg Anos · 03-17-2009, 02:52 PM

Of course I was wearin' my protector contacts, and flicked them into the protect mode with my eyelids before L popped the neuralizer.
He then droned on his instructions, and told me to leave and to forget all about the meetin'.
I figger it was easier to play along, as I didn't want to start the Little Big Horn right there. When you're workin' a kidnapping case, the last thing you want to do is spook the kidnappers. They panick and all sorts of bad things can happen. Besides, I'd better get back to DG before the MIB flunkies got there.
But first, I went to my car and got a GPS recorder out of the glove box and stuck it under L's car. It didn't broadcast, so it wouldn't show up on a bug scan. I'd pick it up tommorrow and see where he'd been.

Jeeps aren't speed buggies, not if you have a passin' concern for your health.
By the time I got to DesertGrandma's, there was a black Ford POS parked in the driveway. I parked my Jeep behind it to block it in. Looked like the party might get rough. I wished I had BadGoodDeb backin' me right now.
I snuck around the house, listening. I heard murmurings in the kitchen, so I went back to the front door and quietly eased my way into the house. I saw DesertGrandma's pump .12 GA by the door and smiled. Loaded? If a western grandma was packin' a gun, it was surely loaded.
I quietly picked up the shotgun and snuck back towards the kitchen. The MIB were talkin' to DesertGrandma and had their backs to me. They didn't figger anybody would sneak up on them. Heh, heh, heh...
I charged into room and had my shotgun against the lead man's skull, before they knew what was happening. Bein' polite, I said, "Howdy boys, Elvis sent me."
The other MIB made the mistake of turning my way and reachin' for his piece. DesertGrandma grabbed a skillet and sent it air-mail directly off his head, layin' him out flatter than a Pearl that's been open for two weeks.
"Now that the preliminaries have been taken care of, I'd advise you not to twitch, unless you want your sinuses cleared from the backside."
The Lead MIB guy said, "Do you know who I am?"
"You're a fieldman for the local MIB. Who you are in particular I don't know or care. I've already had a chat with you boss, L. You guys are gettin' uppity, kidnappin' innocent citizens.
"Now let's both move away slooowly from your assistant, So DG can check to see if he's still breathin'."
We did, and I told Desert Grandma to check the flat guy's pulse.
"While you're at it, take out everything he has in every pocket, and give him a good search. Take out everything he has, 'cept his eyeteeth."
She did, and produced a small pile of hardware, but I didn't see a neuralizer.
"You'll never get away with this, whoever you are."
"The handle's Red, and I'm the guy who gave L his limp. I'm still breathin' and workin'.
"Now I'd like to get your assistant some medical attention, but you're gonna have to cooperate for that. Slowly reach in and take out your neuralizer."
He did.
"Good. Now softly let it drop to the floor. Now carefully kick it over to DesertGrandma."
DesertGrandma picked up the neuralizer. I told her how to set it, to freeze the guy I had the shotgun on.
"Now close your eyes and the zap button."
Another red flash. I carefully lowered the shotgun in case he was playin' possum, but he didn't flinch. I walked over to DesertGrandma, reset the neuralizer and told the lead MIB guy to call 911 and get help for his assistant and gave him a cock-and-bull story to explain what happened. When he got de-neuralized, he'd be chewed out, but that was later. I didn't want a corpse on my hands.
After he called 911, I told him to forget about us being there and to wake up when he heard the ambulance.
DesertGrandma and I cleared out quick, leaving behind the other agents stuff. It'd make the lead agent feel happier when he woke up not to have loose ends.
"Ma'am, we got a passle of trouble. I wouldn't've busted in like that, 'cept I figgered they were goin' to haul you away too."
"I might have seen my husband."
"Yep, but I don't think I could have busted both of you out. Hop into the Jeep. We're out of minutes and we've got to make a plan pronto."

03-17-2009, 02:52 PM	#77
Greg Anos Grand Sorcerer Posts: 11,532 Karma: 37057604 Join Date: Jan 2008 Device: Pocketbook	Of course I was wearin' my protector contacts, and flicked them into the protect mode with my eyelids before L popped the neuralizer. He then droned on his instructions, and told me to leave and to forget all about the meetin'. I figger it was easier to play along, as I didn't want to start the Little Big Horn right there. When you're workin' a kidnapping case, the last thing you want to do is spook the kidnappers. They panick and all sorts of bad things can happen. Besides, I'd better get back to DG before the MIB flunkies got there. But first, I went to my car and got a GPS recorder out of the glove box and stuck it under L's car. It didn't broadcast, so it wouldn't show up on a bug scan. I'd pick it up tommorrow and see where he'd been. Jeeps aren't speed buggies, not if you have a passin' concern for your health. By the time I got to DesertGrandma's, there was a black Ford POS parked in the driveway. I parked my Jeep behind it to block it in. Looked like the party might get rough. I wished I had BadGoodDeb backin' me right now. I snuck around the house, listening. I heard murmurings in the kitchen, so I went back to the front door and quietly eased my way into the house. I saw DesertGrandma's pump .12 GA by the door and smiled. Loaded? If a western grandma was packin' a gun, it was surely loaded. I quietly picked up the shotgun and snuck back towards the kitchen. The MIB were talkin' to DesertGrandma and had their backs to me. They didn't figger anybody would sneak up on them. Heh, heh, heh... I charged into room and had my shotgun against the lead man's skull, before they knew what was happening. Bein' polite, I said, "Howdy boys, Elvis sent me." The other MIB made the mistake of turning my way and reachin' for his piece. DesertGrandma grabbed a skillet and sent it air-mail directly off his head, layin' him out flatter than a Pearl that's been open for two weeks. "Now that the preliminaries have been taken care of, I'd advise you not to twitch, unless you want your sinuses cleared from the backside." The Lead MIB guy said, "Do you know who I am?" "You're a fieldman for the local MIB. Who you are in particular I don't know or care. I've already had a chat with you boss, L. You guys are gettin' uppity, kidnappin' innocent citizens. "Now let's both move away slooowly from your assistant, So DG can check to see if he's still breathin'." We did, and I told Desert Grandma to check the flat guy's pulse. "While you're at it, take out everything he has in every pocket, and give him a good search. Take out everything he has, 'cept his eyeteeth." She did, and produced a small pile of hardware, but I didn't see a neuralizer. "You'll never get away with this, whoever you are." "The handle's Red, and I'm the guy who gave L his limp. I'm still breathin' and workin'. "Now I'd like to get your assistant some medical attention, but you're gonna have to cooperate for that. Slowly reach in and take out your neuralizer." He did. "Good. Now softly let it drop to the floor. Now carefully kick it over to DesertGrandma." DesertGrandma picked up the neuralizer. I told her how to set it, to freeze the guy I had the shotgun on. "Now close your eyes and the zap button." Another red flash. I carefully lowered the shotgun in case he was playin' possum, but he didn't flinch. I walked over to DesertGrandma, reset the neuralizer and told the lead MIB guy to call 911 and get help for his assistant and gave him a cock-and-bull story to explain what happened. When he got de-neuralized, he'd be chewed out, but that was later. I didn't want a corpse on my hands. After he called 911, I told him to forget about us being there and to wake up when he heard the ambulance. DesertGrandma and I cleared out quick, leaving behind the other agents stuff. It'd make the lead agent feel happier when he woke up not to have loose ends. "Ma'am, we got a passle of trouble. I wouldn't've busted in like that, 'cept I figgered they were goin' to haul you away too." "I might have seen my husband." "Yep, but I don't think I could have busted both of you out. Hop into the Jeep. We're out of minutes and we've got to make a plan pronto."