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A story by Airwolph based on Dwayne Fergusine's ha
The Mistress
Yet another wonderful story for Hamster Vice by the
talented...no, the Gifted Jack Hoult.
It was an unusually clear night in Swamp Indigo's Psychedelic Park on the western
side.
The scene is a couple who have just ducked under into the grass. Moments later
clothes come flying upward and outward in all directions. Now I realize that peeking
would be a violation of all good manners, so...lets have a look shall we?.(of course we
will)
Guy:"OOH, do you think doing it in the open is saaaaafe?" The girl is what looks to
be a blond cat, "Oh, Purrrfectly safe, I mean after all the parrrk is closed? Isn't it?"
Guy:"OOOH yeah I gueees your right. It's just I don't want my wife to find out I'm 'doing' my
lawyer....ooh I just Looove blondes!" Just then his hands get tangled up in her hair as
she gets up showing it to be a living wig. Guy:"Hey what the hell!!??" Now showing the
silhouette of the naked blond she remarks, "I HATE blonds, and the low-life who love
them!" Just as she fires in the general direction of the family jewels. *ka-blam*
"*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*" Now pan out showing the park in the middle of the city with
four more shots going off.
Time: 8:42 a.m. Date: Thursday morning of December 10, 1990. I got the call on
my beeper while I was sleeping with my girlfriend over at her house. If I had known then
what I know now, I would have removed the batteries the night before. My name Michel
J. Tracker. I go by Tracker though. So I went down to the sight of the murder.
"What do ya have for me today Joe." I asked. Joe, the SIPD coroner for homicide
division, listed up the lower part of the sheet. Tracker:" What?!?! It's just another
rape/murder. Go to the 'norm's for this. *norm is what VICE units call police*" Then Joe
lifts up the higher half of the sheet. Tracker:"Not another one!!! It's the fifth stiff this
with the same marks this week... and it's only Thursday!!!" Joe:"I just found out that it's
a gunshot wound." Tracker:"What!!?? I didn't know that they made a gun that cast..." Joe:"It
doesn't castrate them it just disintegrates all mater within a 2" radius."
Tracker:"owwwwwch." Joe:"Yeah, I bet that's what this poor stiff was saying." As he
removes the part over the head showing a hole two inches in diameter going all the way
through the center of his head.
Time 8:51 am. After ridding myself of all that bothersome breakfast I had this
morning and getting a nice hot cup of coffee. I decided to go into the SIPD H.Q. building
for briefing. One because I assumed either I or the Vice unit was on this case. Two,
because Night Sight told me so on my beeper...Good reasons huh? I wasn't in the best of
moods, if you couldn't tell, after all puking up breakfast does wonders for the
Karma...NOT! Ham: "Well it sure was nice of you to grace us with your presence." I didn't
even bother to look at Ham. I just went to my seat and responded with "Stuff-it Ham I'm
not in the mood." Now Ham, along with Wolph and Ben, are my foster fathers, he's great,
really, but I'm twenty and sometimes he is just too annoying for my taste. After that last
remark Ben replied: "What's wrong? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
I replied "YES! and SHE wasn't very happy about it at all. Tanx a bunch!" And she was, to
be more exact, mad as hell. She suggested I place my beeper somewhere safer...like
Tibet. After that Wolph replied "Did 'ja remember da Trojins?" What a dumb question..."Yes
I did" Wolph looked like he was about to ask how it was so I instinctively said "No you
can't." I guess that threw him off guard 'cause he shut right up.
Now Night sight, my boss, decided to "intervene"."NOW" He says looking around' "I'd
hate to break up this touching discussion BUT we DO have some work to
accomplish...UNDERSTOOD? Good. I've just received some info. on the gunshot wounds
on the recent killings, they all match." Everybody groaned. "This means that we have a
serial killer on our hands." 'Goodie,' I say to myself, 'yet ANOTHER undercover case I'll
be left out of.' "We've found that all the victims are relatively young, about nineteen to
thirty, and relatively wealthy, making between forty and ninety thousand." 'What?? that's
my range.' Ham intervenes "So our 'man' is probably a woman" Then Ben "Or a jealous
husband who killed his wife's lover(s) and called the rest copy cat's."Now back to Night
Sight "Good guess Ben, but as Detective Hamster stated, she is a woman." Then almost as
though is just donned on all of us "SHE?!?!"
"Yes. We were able to have ballistics tell us what kind of gun was used." I then
interjected,"A Cobalt 69 right?" da boss looked surprised,"Yes b-but how did.." I told him
Joe told me. Joe has been on the force longer than most people have been alive. To
date he has actually outlived about two ROACHES. Man parrots live long. Then da' boss,
as I shall now call him for Nightsight is too long to type, regained his composure and
continued, "Anyway, they were able to trace the bullet back to it's former owner."
chorus "GREAT!" What former owner usually means is that we have a dead end. A trail
that leads straight into a Titanium and brick wall. I then interjected, "How?", Then da boss
answered, "He didn't register last month." Then Ben put in his two bits, "You mean for his
annual", da' boss, "No I mean for his QUARTERLY."
Dead silence. I mean we could hear a pin drop down stairs it was so quiet. Then
Ben, being the master of the language that most german shepherds are, replied with,
"qua, qua, qua, quarterly?" Which I might add was just barely squeaked out. Good trick
for a dog. da' boss, "Yes. Since the weapon is so powerful they must be registered every
three months or be rendered unusable." Now the mighty Wolph, the barbarian hamster
speaks, "But how'd we find him? Not everybody signs da slip." da' boss then replied, "Well
there were only twenty plus the prototype made. The prototype and seventeen others
were registered, two are O.O.C. <out of commission> and well, it was just a matter of
process of elimination, the third was sold."
Ben added, "On the black market right?" da' boss remarked, "Close enough. He sold
it after he accidently shot his wife When he found out she was having an affair." So I
interject, "I don't blame him, I would've done the same thing," Then just everybody looks
at me. So I re-remark "I mean I would've SOLD it, not shot her." I decided to shut up after
that. da' boss then throws a curve ball my way when he says, "Jr. Detective Tracker, I'm
assigning you to the undercover portion of this case." I was off struck, after about
.005 milliseconds, I recover fast, I recovered enough to say, "Uh..er I mean, YES SIR!"
I was stoked, Ham was severely mad, "WHAT?!?! What do you mean your giving Tracker this
assignment! He isn't experienced enough to be able to handle this kind of case."
*AHEM* "Need I remind you WHO is still your C.O.?" Interjected N.S. "Ham,
understand, Jr. detective Tracker needs the experience. Besides I've been looking over
his dossier. It looks like he can take care of himself fairly well." "So he can throw some
impressive moves. That won't stop a .69 caliber bullet." Ham interrupted "Also..." calmly
remarked N.S., "Because I said SO!! Any other questions will result in a ten day
suspension with OUT pay! Do I make my self clear...detective Hamster!?!?" There was a
deathly silence that followed throughout the entire building. I thought I heard odds on
weather or not Ham would mouth off and get fired...again.
See, Ham has a bad habit of getting fired... then re-hired. To date he's been aced
seven times. Then came the answer, "Crystal...SIR!" Then Ham turned to me and said, "Look
be careful OK? I don't want to explain your death to Angel." "That's more like it." Said
N.S., "Now that that's cleared up. The previous owner was able to give us a description
of the woman. He also remarked that she must've been busy for a hooker." "a hooker?"
asked Ben, "How does he know she was a hooker?" "He described how she dressed and
acted as being 'hookerish'. But he did notice that the perfume was 'channel number 73,
or something like that.' Here is the composite he gave us." As Night Sight held up the
picture, all jaws drop at her beauty. But what is even more amazing is the fact that it
desolves to her, and... she's a lawyer.
The scene is the same day. The time is parallel to the meeting at SIPD. "What?!" The
woman loudly objects, "How can you close the case you honor?" "Simple," The judge
coolly says, "Since the defendant is dead, the wife gets everything anyway by his will."
"Gee, that's too bad Umeko." Interjected the prosecutor. "IF council is finished bickering,
case is DISMISSED"*WHAM!*
"Gee too bad Umeko. Hey do you think you can get me a date with that secretary of
yours? You know the blonde one." Asked the prosecutor. Umeko turns to him with an evil
grin, showing off her long sharp set of K-9s and replies, "OKieee." her right eye
twinkles.
One week later after hitting all of the dating services and the like. I also flooded
the circuits with my mug and personal profile. I finally decided to tell my girlfriend, and
lover, Angel Furr, little sister to Flash Furr, Ham's lover. This was a BIG mistake.
*CRASH* *SMASH* "How could you do this and not tell me!?!?" Angel screamed
while holding a pile of dishes which she was throwing at me. "God Trak, I thought that we
agreed that we would talk about this. I don't want you to take this case. It's just TOO
dangerous dammit! Why didn't you let Ham risk his butt?" *SMASH* CRASH* *Sound of
dishes breaking* "I don't want to be a widow before I'm even married!!!" Luckily I was able
to hide behind the couch; thus, shielding me from Angel's barrage of flying china. "Look
dear, I didn't HAVE a choice. When Nightsight hands down orders, it's like the word of the
gods...WOAH" *SMASH* Luckily I managed to duck before I got hit by a flying saucer.
"Don't you give excuses! Tell that birdbrained jerk that you can't take this assignment!"
*CRASH* *CRASH* *CRASH* *CRASH* *CRASH* "And what the HELL do you suggest
I tell him?!?! That my LOVER doesn't want me to get hurt?! Sorry dear, that just won't fly.
First of all, it's already too late. My mug and profile are already all over the singles
circuit. Don't worry, My profile is such that most women wouldn't come within a hundred
feet of me. If they had a choice." I said in defense. "I know. It's just, just...that...I don't
want to loose you Tracker. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt." She said. "Well, you
can start by not throwing china at me." I said. "HUH?" She looked down at the pile in her
gentle arms. "Oh" she squeaks. Thinking that the coast was clear I rose up from the
safety of the couch and approached my lover.
"Angel, I promise you" -as I embraced the stressed out feline- "that I will be
extremely careful on this case. Believe me, going up against some one with a .69 caliber
gun doesn't exactly thrill me either. But if I manage it means a possible promotion and
a raise. That'll mean I might be able to afford college." About one tenth of a second
later I realized that my statement about college was not smart. "WHAT?! What do you mean
college? What about us?!?!" Angel pointed out. "Um...er, ah...I mean that
is...*GULP*...hadn't really considered...I'm sorry. I do love you Angel. Without end." I
stumbled. "God Trak, at this rate we'll never get married." She exclaimed.
Her head was low, sad. I raised her head. Our eyes met, then our lips. Then we
embraced. I spent the rest of the night there. Just being there was enough. That was all.
That was enough for both of us.
7:05 am December 18, 1990... *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* A pillow goes flying
across the room. Three point shot, right on the beeper. *FLUF* "Trak, You have got to
get a silent mode for that thing." in the background there is a muffled beeping. "Trak?"
Angel states as she leans onto her elbow, leaning over her sleeping lover. "Yo, Earth
to Michael Tracker..." My response..."Snynx!" She starts to run her finger up and down
my side. In a real sweet voice she says, "Dear, Your pager is beeping," then in an ice cold
voice, "Wake-up." "Burr, was that a breeze or..." I suddenly noticed Angel leaning over
me.
Now normally I love it when this happens. However, when she gives me that glare,
I all of a sudden regret my current position. I just noticed the reason for Angel's
coldness. "Damn" I whispered. "Uh-Huh." Angel closed her eyes and nodded, "They have the
most...unique timing don't they?" As I drug myself out of bed to pick up my pager.
They installed an annoying option. It keeps beeping until you pick it up and
deactivate the beeping manually. I noticed the message... "!@%$&$E^*" "What is it Trak?"
Angel inquired. "It's from Joe." I answered. "That means..." as we look at each other and
say, "She's struck."
Time 8:25 am, same day. I decided to take my time at getting to the crime scene
today. I owed it to Angel to spend some more time with her in the morning. This was the
first time in two months that I had spent breakfast with her. I was starting to take her
suggestion of sending my pager to Tibet a little more seriously. I had a contact who
would be more than happy to hold it for me for a couple of days. I hear Asia's nice this
time of year.
There were about twenty cops at the scene already. Checking for clues etc..
"What do you have for me today Joe?" I asked "How about a transvestite lawyer?" Joe
replied. "What?! Did you say a lawyer?" I said in shock. "Yea. Apparently she's statin' ta' do
us cops a service. I almost feel sorry about you guys havin' to bust her. If she keeps
this up we might as well make her an under-the-covers cop. Heh, Heh, Heh." Joe
remarked. "I don't think so Joe. Aceing only one lawyer doesn't make-up for all of the
others she's off'd." I replied. "Yea, your right about that Trak. But still. Hey Trak, do you
guys have any leads?"
I was a little off struck by the question. Partially because Joe has been on the
force about forty plus years. He knows almost as much as Night Sight. I thought he
would be telling me who our suspect was. "Only this..." And I pulled out the sketch we
had and showed it to Joe. His eyes light up. "Hey, I think I know her. Of course she has
black hair, but that looks an awful like one of the city's defense attorneys. Her name
is..." Fade to the office of: "UMEKO NASAKINI: DEFENSE ATTORNEY"
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* "Miss Nasakini. Are you there?" 'Hmm. She's not here. I wonder
where she is.' I decided to take a little look around her office. I noticed several
degrees. One was a bachelor's in genetic engineering. "Hmmm, interesting." I also noticed
that she has a photo. It looks like she was married once. Hmmm. She is quite cute. Her
husbands not bad either. 'heh? What's this?' What I found was a picture and a letter. It
looks she was left by her husband for... "Can it be?" I whispered.' A respected lawyer,
a vicious killer?' I knew they were land sharks but...THIS? I think I'll look into this.
"Hi. Can I help you with something?" Her voice was as smooth as Chinese silk. When
I turned around I knew what I had to do. I wasn't wearing my badge so I played the
part..."Hi. My name is Louis Jackson. I want your help in divorcing my wife. I was also
wondering if a cute blonde like yourself wanted a date with a stud like me?" I acted as
slimy as I could. It felt horrible, but it was fun.
I had her picked. I could sense her anger, but I was impressed how well she was
containing herself. Angel would have decked me at least ten times by now. This lady was
a pro. "Well O. But I'm only Mrs. Nasakini's secretary. But I'd love to go out with such
a stud like you." Man she really is good at acting like a ditz. "GREAT! How about I pick you
up here Friday night, Kay?" I asked. "Kay! I'll tell Mrs. Nasakini about your request." Then
I left. I went Straight to SIPD H.Q. to tell Night Sight what I had. I think I should've taken
a less straight path.
5:27 pm same day. "Are you sure about this Tracker?" Nightsight's voice always
filled me with awe. I could see why he was so respected, and feared. I heard that in his
youth he was a grade 'A' investigator, but a bit of a maverick. I think I can see why he
allows the guys and me to get away with so much , and still retain our badges with only
a slight backhand across the face.
"Um. Yes sir. I'm quite sure. I did some research on Mr. Nasakini. It appears that a
few months ago her husband left her for a busty, bubbly blonde. Since then she has had
a severe grudge against blondes. I also found out that she has a bachelor's in Genetic
Engineering. I don't know the connection, yet. But it makes me curious. Her front seems
to be dressing up as a blonde and acting like her secretary, luring in slimy men, and then
doing a black widow effect. Mating then killing. I've been able to set up a date with her
this Friday. I'll take the set route to house 12."
"Well it seems like you have everything under control Jr. Detective.. I must say
that I am very impressed. Go downstairs and talk to Naspha about getting outfitted with
a listening/ tracking device." "Yessir!" I was more than glad to go. I always enjoy going
to see Naspha. He's the one who helped me perfect my grappling hook device. He also
helped me with my foot rockets, air car's airfoils, etc.. He is good.
"Hey Naspha!" I said as I entered the lab on the fourth sub-floor in the basement.
"Heh? Who's that? Oh, hello Tracker." Naspha said calmly while holding a thermal
grenade. Oh, just for the record, Naspha is just a touch on the insane side. That's why
his lab is on the sub-fourth floor. There are two whole floors of steel and concrete
between him and everyone else.
"Naspha, I need some surveillance equipment for house twelve." "Oh really, who
is it for?" He asked, as he put the grenade down and faced me. "ME!" I boasted. "Oh really,
that's great lad. You got assigned to a sting? Wow. The boss must really have faith in you.
You've been on the force for only three years. Heh" Naspha pointed out. "I'd hardly call
a junior Detective at eighteen ordinary. Most cops spend their entire careers and even
come close to what I've done at eighteen. Though I do admit I don't blame some of the
cops for hating me, but I did earn it." I said. "Well my lad glad to hear it. Oh I almost
forgot. Here is your bug." Naspha said as he throws me a tiny device less than 4 cm. in
diameter.
"Where do you suppose I put this?" I asked "Be imaginative my lad." Naspha replied.
I looked at him. "O, O. Here, attach this to your metal cup, and rig it up through your
watch. Unfortunately as soon as you get undressed or 'touched' you cover'll be blown.
However it is a bit more comfortable than the alternative." Naspha pointed out. "O, thanks
Naspha." I accepted the more comfortable choice. However, I decided to keep the other
choice...just in case.
Time 9:25 pm, the day before the sting. I though I had better tell Angel about the
case. WHY do I continue to make these mistakes? "WHAT?! I thought that you didn't have any
leads. Now you've got a date set up? H-H-How? Why didn't you just arrest her on the spot?"
Angel inquired. "Hold on! First, we can't arrest her because it's only a hunch. Second,
go back to reason number one. Finally, why are you so mad?" I retaliated. "Because I'm
worried about you! I mean how does she get her victims still enough to get such perfect
shots? I mean, How come they don't struggle or try to get away? Did she drug them? I'm
worried Trak" I understood her worry; however, I couldn't let that fact stop me from
doing my duty.
6:00 pm Friday night. As I left SIPD H.Q. for the date, little did I know...
The scene is in the garage underneath the first floor of SIPD H.Q.. The Hamster
Vice is getting ready for the surveillance on Tracker. The rear door swings open. Angel
appears holding a .45 semi automatic, and puts her index finger to her lips. *clik-it* Ben
and Wolph both look up at Ham. He simply smiles and nods. He then start the engine and
head out on the sting.
Time 9:40 pm. It's been over three hours, and it's been a pretty uneventful
evening. I took her to the establishments we have set up for stings like this one. Then
on the way to house twelve she decides to get a little 'frisky'. *Purrrrrrrr* "Ohhh Louis
I don't think I've ever had such a wonderful time in years." Then she starts to move her
hands to my... "THAT SLUT!" Screams Angel. "If I ever get my hands on that slimy vixen
I'll...I'll..." "You'll do what Angel?" Wolph asked, "Angel, there's no reason ta' get so
upset. She's just testin' 'im. If she suspects, she might be lookin' fer bugs." Wolph
explained. "WHAT?!?! That means..."
"Like totally don't worry dudette. Tracker decided to go with choice number one
deciding that a little inconvenience is worth the insurance of not being discovered. Like
however he's like totally succeptable to gun shots, no protection." Interjected Ben.
"Don't worry Angel." Ham starts, " Trak will be able to take care of himself. First, He's
very strong. Second, he has a high tolerance to most toxins, drugs, and the like. Third,
we'll be just outside of the house. Mostly from what I've noticed, he can't be seduced
easily." Ham then whispers under his breath, "Not like he hasn't had plenty of practice."
"What did you say?" Asked Angel. "Huh? Er, nothing" Replies ham, who then thinks, 'Sorry
Trak, that almost slipped.'
"Like dudes! Scope the scope. They're like totally swerving all across the like
road. Hey like what's this..." Ben relayed. "Hey Umeko, what are you doing?" I asked. "Ohhh,
I'm just fun'in ya Louis." 'Geeze, she really doesn't care about dying, as long as she can
ice one more sleeze ball. Too bad I'm not a REAL sleeze ball.' I thought 'I wonder how
Angel is, huh?' I noticed the bracelet on my left wrist. It's one of a pair. Angel has the
other one. It allows us to monitor each other if we're within one mile of each other,
and...'Oh my gods!' "EEEEEEEK!" Umeko screams as we just miss a head on with a semi truck.
"What was your mind just now?" I had to recover fast. I looked toward her breasts.
"Ooh, I see. How long before we get to your house?" Umeko asked. "Oh, just a few
minutes. Can you contain yourself that long?" I enquired. "Well, I guess so." she says with
a devilish grin. I was now officially worried.
A few minutes later we got to house 12. 'I hope Angel isn't where I think she is.'
I thought.
"OH-NO!" Screams Angel, "Now he'll know I'm following him." "WHAT!" Screams the
vice in chorus. "Like how?" Asks Ben. "Like by this..." As Angel holds up her bracelet,
which is glowing shades of pink and red. "This links Tracker's and mine feelings together
via a type of telepathy or something. It has a radius of one mile. If I'm anywhere near him
he'll know it. @#%$%*#&!! Now I wish I hadn't come. Now Trak'll be distracted. He must
have just noticed it when he swerved on the road. I'll be the one putting him in danger..."
Time 9:59 pm. We have just arrived at house 12. 'God I hope Angel isn't tailing me.
Dammit, I can't afford to be preoccupied with her right now.' The thought raced thought
my mind. "Hey, lets go inside" I suggested. Those drama lessons in High School really paid
of, "And get more...comfortable." "Kay!" My date replied in her annoying bubbly accent.
About five minutes later, the van pulled up. "Will Trak be safe?" Asked Angel. "I can't say.
The S.W.A.T. team that was supposed to help cover him was called out on emergency.
Apparently a Doughnut King was being robbed, and they didn't want to loose their free
doughnut rights. So we're Mike's only back-up." Replied Ham from the driver's seat of the
van. 'Please be careful son.' Ham thought.
INSIDE: Things were really starting to heat up. When I decided to run my fingers
through her hair... "WHAT?!?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!" She laughed
coldly. "So that's how you got all of your victims perfectly still for those perfect
shots you pulled off." I stated, trying to but myself some time as well as getting off the
couch. "Yes." She said, as she walked in all of her near naked beauty over to her
clothes. Where she pulled out a nasty looking pistol. By this point I had managed to get
to my feet. "This is the infamous Cobalt 69 Mr. Jacksyn, or maybe I should say detective!"
I was shocked "H-How did you know?" I asked. "Simple, I do my homework too you
know. I thought it was strange that a creep like you would come to me at such a strange
time of day. So I had you tailed. Then I checked up on a hunch. Only a SIPD sting would
go to so much trouble as to make the 'perfect' man for me to search out and kill. Well
you will die. Plus you were too fast to come on to me. Most guys wait about twenty
seconds, where your reaction was almost instantaneous. A bit unusual, unless you were
a cop. I also made sure you wouldn't have any back-up, so I set up a diversion at the one
place I knew that they would send a S.W.A.T. team to. A hold up at a Doughnut King. Now
I'm going to kill you like I killed the rest of those worthless men, with three agonizing
shots." With that, the mistress started aiming for my lower regions.
"Ben please tell me you got all that on tape." Ham asked. "Like every totally like
blessed word." Replied Ben. "Does that mean we can go in now?" Asked Angel. "Not quite"
replied Ham, "Trak might still be able to pull it out of the hat. Besides, all she's done
is threaten him, that'll only get her a couple of years in jail. I want her DEAD."
*FWA-BAMOOOSH!* I managed to get out of the way of the blast. 'First thing I need
to do is get rid of this wig.' I thought. Then, with all of my strength I managed to rip it
in half. Needless to say, it let go of me immediately. Finally I could move freely.
*AAAIIEEEEEA* It screamed in pain as it fell to the ground, lifeless. The once blonde wig
was now saturated with it's own blood. "NOOOOOOOO! You murderer! I'll kill you for
that!
"OWWWWWW!" Yelped Ben as the gunshot rand through his head set. "Is Trak's life
in enough danger now? May I go in now?" Angel said as she ran out of the van and headed
towards the house in an attempt to save her lover, weather he wanted her to or not.
"For that you shall die!" Umeko declared. As I jumped behind the couch I said,
"Funny I thought you were going to kill me because I was a man." 'I've GOTTA stop mouthing
off like that.' I attempted to dodge Umeko's shot. I failed. It got me in the upper right
leg. It just missed my groin. I estimated it made a two inch hole in my thigh. Fortunately,
it didn't go through to bone.
Now, you might think I was manly about that wound. You know, no pain no
gain...wrong. "ARRRRRRRRGH! THAT HURT! What are you trying to do, kill me?" 'I've got
to stop mouthing off like that.' At that moment the door burst open. Standing there, mad
as hell, Angel. "Woman! No one kills Tracker but ME!" My Angel said, "Surrender and I
won't beat your face in." "Who are you?" Umeko asked. "I am his lover! Who the hell are
you?" Angel demanded. "I am the one who's about to blow your lover away." She said as she
pointed at the spot where I was hiding. Angel kicked the gun out of Umeko's hand, to
about ten feet away.
"You'll pay for that wench!" Umeko pulls off a kick to Angel's stomach, then
double fists her on the back. dropping Angel to her knees. Umeko then turns towards
the gun. Angel then leaps up into the air and lands on Umeko's head with her feet. Angel
then starts towards the gun. Then Umeko grabs a chair and hits Angel on the right side
of her head, dazing her.
Umeko makes it to the gun. Lifts it to Angel and fires. Angel manages to roll out
of the way. The shot destroys the floor boards. Umeko fires again. Angel bends
backwards and dodges again. She then kicks Angel in the stomach in between breaths, and
knocking the wind out of her. She then holds the gun, one handed, to Angel. Angel is
now on her knees panting. "I hate to waste my ammo on such a beautiful woman, but you've
forced me to do just that. Prepare to die bitch!" At this point I threw one of my folding
shurikens, that I keep tucked away in my fur, at her hand and knocked her hand far
enough away as to avoid hitting Angel with the blast. She then grabs the gun with both
hands and places it to Angel's delicate skull, and squeezes the trigger...
*CLICK*
I've never seen a women as shocked as Umeko was. "FIVE SHOTS!" I screamed, with
as much relief as sarcasm. From there it was a blur. Angel Tackled Umeko in nothing flat
in such a way, that any quarterback would be proud. Then she started pounding Umeko
with a barrage of punches, left and right, while swearing at Umwko. It was at this point
that I passed out from lack of blood.
It's about a Month later at Swamp Indigo Hospital, Police suite. "So, I heard that
you gave ol' Umeko quite a pounding after I passed out." I said to Angel, who was sitting
at my bedside. "Oh it was nothing." She was blushing. "Nothing! HA! When you break her
nose, crack three ribs, give her a concussion, and turn her face into pulp. That's not
nothing." I observed. "What I mean, Tracker. Is that you would've done the same thing for
me...wouldn't you?" We sat quiet for a while. I finally answered. "no." "WHAT?" "What I mean
is I would have ripped her to tiny shreds." I said as I looked at my powerful claws, which
were now out. "I would kill anyone who would ever give you any kind of pain." I said
looking with my blue 'cat-like' eyes into her blue 'normal' eyes. "Angel...I love you soo
much, I...I..." I couldn't say it. "You don't have to say it dear. Not yet. I already know." She
then leaned over and we embraced.
EPILOGUE:
It was about an hour later when Ham and the rest of the group arrived to give me
the news. "Well, what'll become of her Ham?" I asked. "She'll get lethal injection. No
arguments from her side. She openly admitted all of it. Apparently that thing she was
using as her wig was a genetic experiment of hers many years ago. Seems that she made
it by accident. Anyway, after she was divorced and taken for all she had, that thing
somehow comforted her. It became her only friend. So she decided to buy this gun she
had heard about. It was from this guy who had shot his wife for cheating. She got it
thinking that since it had already killed for that purpose, that it would be easier for her
when she used it to kill. Then the next step was to get the front to use as bait for all
of those slime balls."
"It Appears that at first she did have a partner that would take men out where she
would let Umeko take pock shots at them. She eventually got to be a very good
markswoman. The deal, with her partner, went sour when she met a guy she really liked.
She promised to keep her mouth shut. Apparently so did Umeko, because she refused to
give out the name of her former secretary. She also destroyed all record of her
secretary's existence. She said that 'She is better off now, and shouldn't be punished for
an old crime that she wasn't responsible for.'
"It was at that time that she decided to use the 'wig'. She dyed it blonde and then
acted like her secretary. Some people found it a little strange that Umeko and her
secretary were no longer seen in the same room anymore. However no one really paid
it any mind. Well from there, as they say, the rest is history. So how's the leg coming
along Trak."
"Oh," I said, "the doctor said that this new muscle grafting technique should help
me heal up faster. I should be able to walk in a couple days. I should also be up and
running at full speed in only three more months. However, the doctor said I shouldn't
do anything too strenuous with my leg for a while." Angel and I look at each other and
smile. Flash notices this and remarks, "Hey! I thought you two were supposed to be cats
not rabbits." Everyone starts laughing. Pan out to view of hospital, Swamp Indigo,
Florida, etc.
End.
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