A/N: A word of warning this chapter is a little higher on the T-rating scale. Nothing too graphic but still some inappropriate stuff.
A/N 2: I won't be able to post next weekend as I'm making a trip to NYC. I promise to be back the 26th. Enjoy the chapter! :)
Chapter 10
Time passed all too quickly as the ten pm deadline was now only a few minutes away. Robbie paced back and forth inside his lair waiting for the news from IAC. A walkie-talkie sat on top of the workbench and depending on what Morse code signal he was given, it could mean doing exactly what he was promised. Two dots and a long dash meant that he needed to kill Miss Busybody. Three dots meant to keep the hostage alive and let her go. Milford would be kept for security purposes until he'd lived out his usefulness.
His nerves were on edge and thoughts buzzed around in his brain. IAC had said that he could do it anyway he liked but Robbie wasn't sure what to do. He'd never killed someone and with the tools he had at his disposal, he knew there would be a mess.
"What have you gotten yourself into this time?" He asked the walls of his Lair. Sadly they would give him no direction.
Over at the old rubber ducky factory, IAC paced back and forth. He'd seen pictures of Sportacus and knew what to be on the lookout for in case the LazyTowners tried to play any tricks on them. His internal central processing unit alerted him to the current time, nine fifty-nine and thirty seconds. The android grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed the Morse code button once in a long dash to alert Robbie to standby. The internal CPU sounded again now signaling that it was ten pm. IAC looked to the nearby doorway and saw the knob turning. The moment of truth was at hand.
The door opened and a tall figure stood on the threshold. They looked around and seemed unsure of their steps.
"Are you the one they call Sportacus?" IAC called out startling the person.
"I am." The person responded from the moonlit doorway.
"You are to come with me and then we will release Miss Busybody." The android explained.
"What about the Mayor?" Sportacus asked.
"He will be dealt with later." IAC told him. At this point the machine picked up the walkie-talkie and headed closer to the man who stood partially in darkness.
"You said in your letter that they would both go free." The above average hero said.
"I lied." IAC shrugged. That's when he grabbed the man by the shirt and found something was not right.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but the male of your species doesn't have maguffies." The android said.
"Some of us do." Came the reply.
"Not like these." IAC gave them a squeeze to make his point. He could feel the person wince. Then he grabbed the hat off the head of the above average hero impersonator.
"Ah you are the one they call Stephanie. Nice try but you just got Miss Busybody killed. I hope this Sportacus was worth what you've done." The android said.
"You don't understand. Sportacus can't be here." The twenty-year-old spit out before IAC pressed the button on the walkie-talkie.
"Oh and why not?" He asked.
"Just take me and let Miss Busybody and my Uncle go." Stephanie preferred to not go into that.
"Tell me or I press this button and the fat broad buys the farm. I don't see why I should give away my leverage for something I didn't order." IAC was beginning to wonder why his creators had installed the slang program. Stephanie wasn't sure what to do next. If she told him what was really wrong with Sportacus, he could kill her on the spot and then she would not be able to save her Uncle and Bessie.
"You are trying my patience. Tell me in the next thirty seconds or I have my associate kill both of them." The android ordered.
To Be Continued…