Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

~ John W. Howell
“Lucy.”
“What Little One?”
“Can you turn off the light?”
“Wednesday sunshine. Can’t turn it off.”

 

It is Wednesday Story Time again, and last week our heroes with a police escort began their trip to the airport. As luck would have it, there was some kind of ambush set up, which was interrupted by the State patrol. By the sounds of it, there was a big shoot-out. The escort thinks it is better to head back to SWAT headquarters until everything is sorted out. I see the group is at the headquarters, so let’s go there and see what the next move is going to be.

“Right in here, gentlemen.”

“Thanks, Sarg. Is the lieutenant here?”

“Let me go check. He’s not answering his comm. I’ll just be a second. Please have a seat.”

“This looks like their war room, Larry.”

“Yeah, I think that is what it is. What do you suppose is going on?”

“I think a bunch of folks want us dead. That’s what is going on.”

“Never in my life have I dodged so many close calls.”

“Well, the keyword is ‘dodged.’ As long as you are doing that, you are okay.”

“Gentlemen.”

“Lieutenant. Nice to see you again.”

“It is especially nice to see you both, detective.”

“What is going on?”

“Good question. We are running the prints and facial rec on the dead guys. The survivor is heading for the lock-up, but so far, he’s not talking. He gave a name, but we think it’s a phony. In any case, we think these guys are pros from out of town.”

“Looks like the same situation as when we arrived.”

“You don’t have many friends in Reno that’s for sure.”

“Any way to trace these guys to Cortez?”

“Not sure right now. I’ll tell you what, though?”

“What?”

“I’m pretty doubtful Cortez would hire outside help. His guys are about the best there is. I can’t believe he would want to risk having the job mishandled if he was behind it. I’m sure if it was Cortez, we would be zipping up the body bags and shipping them to Boston instead of chatting here.”

“So, who do you think is behind all this.”

“I’m going to reserve my judgment until we find out what the prisoner has to say.”

“You think he will talk?”

“If we give him some kind of deal, he will. Hold on, I got to get this. Yeah, Mayfield here. No shit. Uh-huh. Damn. Okay, thanks for letting me know. Mayfield clear.”

“A problem, Lieutenant?”

“The prisoner just took something, and it looks like he’s dead.”

“How can that be?”

“Looks like he had some poison, and he used it.”

“How often does that happen?”

“In spy novels all the time. Here not so much.”

“You would think we could catch a break.”

“Well, detective. The fact that you are still alive is a break. I think these guys are operatives at a different level, and we need to get to the bottom of this. You two are going to need round the clock protection.”

“How about we help with the case? Could kill two birds with one stone.”

“Interesting choice of words, detective, but I think it will work. Let’s coordinate with the State patrol and get a plan together. In the meantime, how about some coffee?”

“Sounds good. Everyone would expect that offer to come up sooner or later.”

“Huh?”

“Private joke, Lieutenant. Let’s get to work.”

46 thoughts on “Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day”

  5. “I think a bunch of folks want us dead. That’s what is going on.”

    Hahaha – I guess these guys are getting a little punch drunk with bullets. I don’t like seeing attention drift from Cortez, but the Lt makes sense.

    Tell Twiggy Our cats would love to have that sun spot.

    Take care, John.

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  8. You’d think they would eventually catch a break, but as the lieutenant pointed out, they are still alive. Another good segment, John. Lots of dead ends for these two!

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  9. These poor guys go from bad to worse, don’t they? Yeah, they’re still alive. There is that. But they never know who or what is out to get them next. Wish you’d send us some of that Wednesday sunshine — we’re bored with all this rain!

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  12. Ha — Coffee! You slay me, John. Okay, this just got doubly curious. I wonder how far “outside” the other side is… I hope Gloria isn’t going to have to face off with the other side’s counterpart — meaning that far down in stead of up. Yee-haw! What a ride. Hugs on the wing.

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  15. Well at least they are safe for the moment. The poison made me think of an international connection. Too bad the only person who could tell them is dead.

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      1. I seem to fall behind a lot these days, and I suspect it’s only going to get worse over the next 5 months. Sigh. Heh heh … yes, you can blame our mutual friend David for that … I’ve picked up several words, for example I now look at my cats and think of them as moggies, look at the trash and think of it as rubbish, and I’ve come to think of a cookie as a biscuit. So yep, I’m talkin’ trash here!

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