Wow! This is my 2nd fic in 2 days! This is more than I have written in the past 6 months! And I still feel like writing more. This is so weird... Anyway, this is the last part in this fic. I really felt like finishing it up. The only reason I finished in the first place was because so many people reviewed! Thanks to all of you!
"Thanks," said Roger as Norman finished wrapping the bandage around his bruised and bleeding arm.
"It was nothing sir, but I still protest to your running off when you are injured."
Roger stood up and headed towards the car. "Its not a matter of choice Norman. I HAVE to go."
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"Wait, you idiots actually did something right?" asked the Boss incredulously.
"Yeah," Trent said with a smile, "the android is tied up in the back room."
"Is that programmer ready?"
"Yes, but he said that his work will cost us a bundle though," Trent replied.
"Men with memories really know how to drive up the price," the Boss mumbled. But this 'new and improved' android will make us much more."
Trent left the room to let his boss plot in peace.
He walked down the hallway to the back room. He swiftly pushed open the door to find Bunce tightening the cords holding Dorothy to the chair.
"That programmer will be here shortly to fix her up," said Bunce.
"The sooner the better," Trent said, "I think the Boss is anxious to use her to get into the banks. That and you never know if the Negotiator will show up."
Trent worriedly rubbed his hands.
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Roger urged his car to go faster. He didn't know what they might do to her, so he had to get there fast. Wherever 'there' might be.
He slammed the car door as he got out at Joel's Tavern.
He pictured the first encounter with Trents men.
'They ran down that alley,' he thought as he looked at the dark crevice.
He pulled out a small flashlight, but quickly replaced it in his jacket when he realized the light might give him away.
He crept toward the alley ready to do anything necessary to get to Dorothy. Inching down the alley, he saw over turned trash cans and garbage, but no sign of a base.
After what seemed like hours, he finally reached a door.
"Here I go," he whispered.
With that he kicked down the door. He looked up to see many very surprised minions around a table of food.
"Well I guess I found them."
The men picked up whatever they found around them: guns, knives, forks...
Roger ran straight at the man with the fork and tackled him. He picked him up y his foot and swung him into several others. He saw that the door was unblocked and made a run for it, leaving the men struggling to get up from beneath their fallen comrade.
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The door to the back room softly closed behind the man in a white labcoat.
"Finally," said Trent impatiently, "I was wondering when you would finally show up."
The man in the labcoat shrugged. "Once I put this disk in her, you will be bale to access her from a portable controller."
He opened his hand to reveal a small CD on his palm.
"Perfect!" said Trent with a grin.
The programmer moved over to the still Dorothy. Her headband opened when he touched it. He bent down to insert the disk.
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Roger sprinted down various hallways, checking rooms as he went.
'If I was a thug, where would I hide my loot..." he thought. 'In the back!'
He stopped and glanced around.
'This way,' he thought as he charged to the right.
A large heavy door barred his path. With a kick he sent it flying inward.
The first thing he saw was a man bending over Dorothy. Rogers eyes darted from the disk in the mans hand to the open headband. He dashed forward, bringing his hand crashing down on the mans wrist. The disk flew into the air and shattered against a wall.
Trent ran at Roger, only to go flying into a wall when Roger stuck his leg out and tripped him.
The programmer backed out of the room. He didn't want to fight.
Roger stumbled over to Dorothy. He knelt before her as his hands fumbled with the rope.
"Dorothy!" he yelled.
Her eyes flickered open.
"Roger..." she whispered as she collapsed in his lap. She weakly raised her head to his, and their lips lightly grazed each other.
"Everything is okay now Dorothy. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."
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Dorothy walked through the rain with her umbrella. She enjoyed the rain. It was one of the only times she was by herself to think.
She looked up to see Roger strolling towards her with his umbrella.
'But I don't have to be alone anymore,' she thought as she ran towards her man in black.
"Thanks," said Roger as Norman finished wrapping the bandage around his bruised and bleeding arm.
"It was nothing sir, but I still protest to your running off when you are injured."
Roger stood up and headed towards the car. "Its not a matter of choice Norman. I HAVE to go."
___________________________________________________________________________________
"Wait, you idiots actually did something right?" asked the Boss incredulously.
"Yeah," Trent said with a smile, "the android is tied up in the back room."
"Is that programmer ready?"
"Yes, but he said that his work will cost us a bundle though," Trent replied.
"Men with memories really know how to drive up the price," the Boss mumbled. But this 'new and improved' android will make us much more."
Trent left the room to let his boss plot in peace.
He walked down the hallway to the back room. He swiftly pushed open the door to find Bunce tightening the cords holding Dorothy to the chair.
"That programmer will be here shortly to fix her up," said Bunce.
"The sooner the better," Trent said, "I think the Boss is anxious to use her to get into the banks. That and you never know if the Negotiator will show up."
Trent worriedly rubbed his hands.
____________________________________________________________________________________
Roger urged his car to go faster. He didn't know what they might do to her, so he had to get there fast. Wherever 'there' might be.
He slammed the car door as he got out at Joel's Tavern.
He pictured the first encounter with Trents men.
'They ran down that alley,' he thought as he looked at the dark crevice.
He pulled out a small flashlight, but quickly replaced it in his jacket when he realized the light might give him away.
He crept toward the alley ready to do anything necessary to get to Dorothy. Inching down the alley, he saw over turned trash cans and garbage, but no sign of a base.
After what seemed like hours, he finally reached a door.
"Here I go," he whispered.
With that he kicked down the door. He looked up to see many very surprised minions around a table of food.
"Well I guess I found them."
The men picked up whatever they found around them: guns, knives, forks...
Roger ran straight at the man with the fork and tackled him. He picked him up y his foot and swung him into several others. He saw that the door was unblocked and made a run for it, leaving the men struggling to get up from beneath their fallen comrade.
____________________________________________________________________________________
The door to the back room softly closed behind the man in a white labcoat.
"Finally," said Trent impatiently, "I was wondering when you would finally show up."
The man in the labcoat shrugged. "Once I put this disk in her, you will be bale to access her from a portable controller."
He opened his hand to reveal a small CD on his palm.
"Perfect!" said Trent with a grin.
The programmer moved over to the still Dorothy. Her headband opened when he touched it. He bent down to insert the disk.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
Roger sprinted down various hallways, checking rooms as he went.
'If I was a thug, where would I hide my loot..." he thought. 'In the back!'
He stopped and glanced around.
'This way,' he thought as he charged to the right.
A large heavy door barred his path. With a kick he sent it flying inward.
The first thing he saw was a man bending over Dorothy. Rogers eyes darted from the disk in the mans hand to the open headband. He dashed forward, bringing his hand crashing down on the mans wrist. The disk flew into the air and shattered against a wall.
Trent ran at Roger, only to go flying into a wall when Roger stuck his leg out and tripped him.
The programmer backed out of the room. He didn't want to fight.
Roger stumbled over to Dorothy. He knelt before her as his hands fumbled with the rope.
"Dorothy!" he yelled.
Her eyes flickered open.
"Roger..." she whispered as she collapsed in his lap. She weakly raised her head to his, and their lips lightly grazed each other.
"Everything is okay now Dorothy. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."
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Dorothy walked through the rain with her umbrella. She enjoyed the rain. It was one of the only times she was by herself to think.
She looked up to see Roger strolling towards her with his umbrella.
'But I don't have to be alone anymore,' she thought as she ran towards her man in black.