Disclaimer and Authors Note: I am just a dedicated fan of Charlie's Angels.
I don't own Dylan or Anthony the Thin Man (unfortunately) or any other
characters you recognise. Thomas and his angels are mine, though. I make no
money for this, so please don't sue. I'm trying to become a better writer,
so reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks!
Read on...
12th January 2003
The tip of his own sword was pushed through his chest with a vicious force. His milky blue eyes clouded over and a pained expression came over his face. Dylan screamed as the Thin Man fell over the edge: "NOOOOOO!"
She jolted awake, panting raggedly. She sat up, allowing her breathing to return to normal. Her memories of that night atop the hotel roof were vividly brought to life in her dreams. She had relived that night a hundred times over in her mind. She looked over her shoulder at the clock on her bed-side table. 6.30. "Ohhh." She moaned to herself. "I'd better get up. I know I won't be able to sleep anymore this morning." She threw the covers off her legs and stood up, wincing as her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. She padded into the bathroom, where she proceeded to have a hot shower and get ready for her day.
Dylan wasn't a very modest person, nor was she concerned about what people thought of her appearance. She lived in a fairly secluded area, and as she was so well equipped to take care of herself, she didn't worry about security. Sure, she locked her doors, but she didn't exactly worry about being fully dressed before walking passed open (and sometimes, unlocked) windows. She was too busy getting the right water temperature to notice that her bedroom window was being slowly pushed open from the outside, by an unknown figure. The intruder slid one leg inside the building, then the other leg, then the torso, until they were inside Dylan's apartment. They carefully shut the window, then walked over and unlocked the front door.
She stood in the shower, luxuriating in the heat of the water in that steamy, enclosed environment. Suddenly, her phone rang. 'Who'd be ringing at this hour?' she wondered to herself, as she reached for the tap. 'Shit!" the muttered swear word escaped her lips as shampoo ran down from in her hair to her eyes. She pushed the door of the shower open, nearly tripping over the mat on the floor. She groped blindly for the towel, hurriedly wiping her eyes as she ran towards the phone. She dropped the towel, picking up the phone, she said "Hello?" There was no answer. "Hello?" she tried again. "Damn it!" She cursed, dropping the phone back onto its receiver. She looked over at the clock again. 6:50. 'At least I still have time to finish my shower.' She thought inwardly. Sighing, she stood up, and walked back into the bathroom, where the shower was still running, picking up her towel along the way.
As she bent over to pick up her towel, she heard rustling coming from the living room. She wrapped the towel around her and went to investigate. Walking through her foyer, she realised the front door was open. She peeked her head around the door, but there was no-one in her modest front yard. She passed the noise off as paranoia, and shut the front door. Turning around, she was met by a tall imposing figure dressed all in black, including gloves and a mask. The only part of the intruders body that was visible was their eyes. They were piercing blue, and seemed very familiar to Dylan. She had lashed out with a vicious kick to the person in front of her whilst two men grabbed her from behind. She struggled furiously kicking, thrashing about, and dropping her towel in the process. One of her assailants snapped a blindfold over her eyes, and the other brought a foul- smelling damp cloth to her mouth. Her quick brain analysed the scent. Chloroform. She had just enough time for one more kick before she blacked out completely.
At a time when Dylan's bedside clock read 7:30, the phone rang again. It rang and rang and rang, waiting for an answer, but there was no-one there to answer it. When her answering machine came on, there was a frenzied message from Alex.
"Dylan! Natalie and I need you here. We're at Bosley's place. Bosley's house, with both of our Bosleys, Max and Mama Bosley in it, was set on fire sometime early this morning. We need you with us. To check it out. They've all suffered first degree burns and they've inhaled a fair amount of smoke. Not enough to kill them, but they've all been rushed to hospital in ambulances. The fire brigade has already put out the flames. We need to check out what's left of this place for clues. Meet us here. Bye!"
Her message would go unanswered today.
12th January 2003
The tip of his own sword was pushed through his chest with a vicious force. His milky blue eyes clouded over and a pained expression came over his face. Dylan screamed as the Thin Man fell over the edge: "NOOOOOO!"
She jolted awake, panting raggedly. She sat up, allowing her breathing to return to normal. Her memories of that night atop the hotel roof were vividly brought to life in her dreams. She had relived that night a hundred times over in her mind. She looked over her shoulder at the clock on her bed-side table. 6.30. "Ohhh." She moaned to herself. "I'd better get up. I know I won't be able to sleep anymore this morning." She threw the covers off her legs and stood up, wincing as her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor. She padded into the bathroom, where she proceeded to have a hot shower and get ready for her day.
Dylan wasn't a very modest person, nor was she concerned about what people thought of her appearance. She lived in a fairly secluded area, and as she was so well equipped to take care of herself, she didn't worry about security. Sure, she locked her doors, but she didn't exactly worry about being fully dressed before walking passed open (and sometimes, unlocked) windows. She was too busy getting the right water temperature to notice that her bedroom window was being slowly pushed open from the outside, by an unknown figure. The intruder slid one leg inside the building, then the other leg, then the torso, until they were inside Dylan's apartment. They carefully shut the window, then walked over and unlocked the front door.
She stood in the shower, luxuriating in the heat of the water in that steamy, enclosed environment. Suddenly, her phone rang. 'Who'd be ringing at this hour?' she wondered to herself, as she reached for the tap. 'Shit!" the muttered swear word escaped her lips as shampoo ran down from in her hair to her eyes. She pushed the door of the shower open, nearly tripping over the mat on the floor. She groped blindly for the towel, hurriedly wiping her eyes as she ran towards the phone. She dropped the towel, picking up the phone, she said "Hello?" There was no answer. "Hello?" she tried again. "Damn it!" She cursed, dropping the phone back onto its receiver. She looked over at the clock again. 6:50. 'At least I still have time to finish my shower.' She thought inwardly. Sighing, she stood up, and walked back into the bathroom, where the shower was still running, picking up her towel along the way.
As she bent over to pick up her towel, she heard rustling coming from the living room. She wrapped the towel around her and went to investigate. Walking through her foyer, she realised the front door was open. She peeked her head around the door, but there was no-one in her modest front yard. She passed the noise off as paranoia, and shut the front door. Turning around, she was met by a tall imposing figure dressed all in black, including gloves and a mask. The only part of the intruders body that was visible was their eyes. They were piercing blue, and seemed very familiar to Dylan. She had lashed out with a vicious kick to the person in front of her whilst two men grabbed her from behind. She struggled furiously kicking, thrashing about, and dropping her towel in the process. One of her assailants snapped a blindfold over her eyes, and the other brought a foul- smelling damp cloth to her mouth. Her quick brain analysed the scent. Chloroform. She had just enough time for one more kick before she blacked out completely.
At a time when Dylan's bedside clock read 7:30, the phone rang again. It rang and rang and rang, waiting for an answer, but there was no-one there to answer it. When her answering machine came on, there was a frenzied message from Alex.
"Dylan! Natalie and I need you here. We're at Bosley's place. Bosley's house, with both of our Bosleys, Max and Mama Bosley in it, was set on fire sometime early this morning. We need you with us. To check it out. They've all suffered first degree burns and they've inhaled a fair amount of smoke. Not enough to kill them, but they've all been rushed to hospital in ambulances. The fire brigade has already put out the flames. We need to check out what's left of this place for clues. Meet us here. Bye!"
Her message would go unanswered today.