The Case of the Gold Thief--Part Six
by HA
"So we called the police, right?" Bo asked Shirley as she quickened her pace. They had left Ivan's house immediately after the junior detective called Inspector Hewitt.
"That is correct," Shirley answered without looking back.
"Then why are we heading to the museum when everything's covered?" her reluctant sleuthing partner asked, partly annoyed.
"We're dealing with ENIGMA, remember?" Shirley said.
"True, but..."
"Bo, when was the last time the police took care of ENIGMA on their own?" Blake asked.
"Good point," Bo said, increasing his speed.
Blake started running faster, and soon he was beating Shirley and everyone else.
"Huh?" Bart wondered.
"His parents," Shirley said knowingly.
"Then let us hurry," Rika suggested, speeding up. Soon everyone was running in order to keep up with their friend.
* * * * *
"Pathetic." Number Nine looked at the small wound on his arm, then around him. The police officers and security guards who tried to stop him were now lying on the floor. Some of them were unconscious. Among them was Detective Tremain, who was knocked out with a punch to the left side of his face. Others tried to regain their equilibrium, but to no avail.
Managing to pick herself up, Dr. Hewitt groaned and knelt down next to her husband. The poor police inspector struggled with a spinning room. "Chris, snap out of it!"
"Well, this was too easy," Number Nine-Nine remarked coolly. "And the detective and Bart didn't show up."
"I admit it's a little disappointing, but I calculated she wouldn't show up," Number Nine said. "Now, shall we obtain the item we are after?" he asked, grinning as he eyed the unguarded winebowl.
"Oui," Number Nine-Nine answered, grinning evilly.
Dr. Hewitt watched as the two ENIGMA agents walked up casually to the winebowl. Inspector Hewitt tried to get up. "Hold it..." he managed to say, reaching out.
Number Nine ignored him and studied the keypad on the display case. A red light shone, indicating that the alarm was still active. "Hmmmmmmmmmm..."
"You won't be able to get in without the proper access code," Dr. Hewitt told the Elite Eight member boldly. "The alarm will go off if you try."
Number Nine-Nine looked at the helpless officers and guards. "Humph. Who'd hear it?"
Number Nine smirked. "No problem." He touched the keypad lightly, and then his fingers flew across it. The red light turned green. "Got it."
Dr. Hewitt stared at the ENIGMA agent. "How...?"
Number Nine studied his fingers. "Let's just say machines and I have an understanding."
Number Nine-Nine pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Get in here!"
Three ENIGMA agents burst into the chamber and joined their superior at the display case. They stood at attention, awaiting further orders. "You two, the bowl," Number Nine ordered. "You, the present."
Two lifted the glass covering off the bowl and placed it gently on the floor. Both men lifted the bowl off the case and carried it out. The third agent placed a long, white box wrapped with a blue ribbon at the foot of the case.
"Everything is ready," Number Nine-Nine said, smiling a little at the box.
"Excellent." Number Nine checked the time on a chain watch. "Ah, time to go," he said, turning to the Hewitts. "Adieu," he said, tipping his hat.
Dr. Hewitt watched helplessly as the ENIGMA agents departed with their stolen winebowl. Then she looked at her husband, who still struggled to regain his sense of space.
* * * * *
"Oh, no," Blake said, watching as the black van drove off from the Redington Museum. Once the street was safe to cross, he bolted across.
"Wait up!" Bo shouted as he and the others followed Blake.
Blake entered the museum first and stopped. The others followed suit. "What the...?" Bo began, but the sight of police officers and security guards on the floor stopped his tongue. Some were still suffering from imbalance and others were out cold.
Rika bent down near one of the security guards and checked his pulse on his neck. "He's still alive," she reported.
"Come on!" Blake urged, running off. "The bowl's supposed to be in here."
Everyone followed him and found Inspector Hewitt being cradled in Dr. Hewitt's arms. "Dad! Mom!" Blake cried, running toward his parents.
Dr. Hewitt looked up. "Blake, what are you...?"
Inspector Hewitt blinked as his son knelt beside him. "A little too late, son," he said with a weak smile.
"Are you okay?" Blake asked his parents.
"More or less," Inspector Hewitt told his son.
Blake helped his mother prop the inspector up. "What happened?" Shirley asked.
Bo looked at the empty display case. "ENIGMA happened."
Dr. Hewitt recalled what happened. "Chris, the police, and the guards were able to spring their ambush on the ENIGMA agents. Unfortunately, one of them threw something that caused a bright flash of light. While we were blinded, they attacked."
"They attacked?" Rika asked.
Inspector Hewitt finished the account. "They were too quick for us. Next thing we knew, we were being taken down left and right. Then came the strange light from his eye."
"Strange light?" Shirley asked.
"Yeah. It was more like a swirling and flashing light effect accompanied by some sound. Like the sound made by those UFO's in B-movies. Soon everyone who was still up started losing their balance. While we were helpless, they took the winebowl."
"A vertigo effect," Shirley conjectured after some thought.
"Vertigo effect?" Bo wondered.
"Somehow the ENIGMA agents made everyone dizzy and fall down," Bart explained.
Inspector Hewitt felt his head. "I can't believe two men did this to us."
"Who were they?" Shirley pressed.
"I didn't catch their names," Inspector Hewitt admitted. "However, one of them was dressed in gray and had this mask with a long nose. He also had a powdered wig and a mortarboard."
"The other one had to be Number Nine-Nine," Bart said.
"Well, one of them was a boy dressed in what seemed to be a variation of a Napoleonic era military uniform," Dr. Hewitt recalled. "He had a white helmet on."
"That's Number Nine-Nine," Bart confirmed.
Shirley spotted a spot on the ground. He knelt in for a closer look. "Blood," she said, recognizing the substance.
"That's right." Inspector Hewitt tried to stand on his own, but he fell into his wife's arms. "Before I succumbed to the vertigo effect, I managed to shoot him in the arm, but he didn't even flinch."
"Which one?" Rika asked.
"The guy in gray," Inspector Hewitt answered.
Shirley's ears received this interesting piece of information. She took out two cotton swabs and wiped them on the spot. Immediately, she placed them into a plastic bag. "A look under the microscope will definitely turn up something," she said as she pocketed the bag.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Bo said, waving his hands in disbelief. "You shot a guy, and he didn't even feel it?"
"I'm as mystified as you are, Bo," Inspector Hewitt said, managing to stand up.
"He also managed to break the security codes for the display case," Dr. Hewitt added.
"That's a given," Bo said, looking over the display case. Something below caught his eye. "Shirley! Get over here!"
Shirley went to where Bo was pointing. She found the box ENIGMA left behind. "Hmmmmm..."
The others joined them. "Another clue," Bart said.
"We must be careful, Shirley," Rika warned. "The last one nearly got you killed."
Blake knelt down and held up his hand to indicate he needed complete silence. He leaned towards the box and listened carefully. "I don't hear a bomb timer," he said after a minute.
Bart took out a device and waved it over the box. "Confirmed," he said, putting the device away.
"A bomb detector?" Bo asked.
Bart nodded. "A bonus when you're a Stranger."
Shirley picked up the box and undid the ribbon. Tossing the lid aside, she made her way past pages of old newspaper and found a doll. Her mouth fell open as she laid eyes on it.
Bo saw the expression on his friend's face. "Shirley, what's...?"
Shirley showed her friends the doll. Everyone gasped. The doll resembled Shirley in every way, from its dark brown hair to its light-blue eyes. It wore the Sussex Academy uniform. It had a small backpack slung over its shoulder.
Dr. Hewitt pulled out a cell phone and called the police station while checking the fallen policepersons and guards. Inspector Hewitt joined the kids and found himself staring at the smaller version of Shirley. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"I'm not laughing," Blake said, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the toy.
The doll's mouth started to move. A prerecorded message played along with its movements. "Beautiful gold, oh so rare! Take it away, and people will care. The rich have it; the poor do not. It's why wars are always fought. This time, we're after one who is a golden beacon, yet also not. Everyone, do please note. Better figure me out or prepare to choke."
As Shirley tried to process the message, the doll broke free of her grip and leaped at her with its hands outstretched. The tiny hands grabbed Shirley's throat and started to squeeze. Her eyes wide open, Shirley fell back with the doll still choking her. She gripped the doll's sides and tried to pull it off, but its grip was too tight. She gasped for air as the doll's grip gradually got tighter.
"Shirley!" Bo rushed to his friend's aid, ready to rip the murderous toy off. The backpack unzipped, and a small ball leaped out. Spider legs shot out of its side as it was about to land. As it did, a red optic sensor opened.
"A robot?" Blake remarked.
The ball robot scanned the area, then stopped at Bart. The top started to rise. Rika realized what was going to happen. Without a word of explanation, she shoved Bart to the ground before the robot fired a laser beam from a gun on its top. The beam nearly hit a painting on the wall behind them.
"Whoa!" Bo exclaimed.
"Get back, kids!" Inspector Hewitt pulled out his gun and aimed it at the robot. The robot responded by keeping close to Shirley and her tiny assassin.
"No, you'll hit Shirley!" Blake cried to his father.
The robot spared Inspector Hewitt the hard choice by shooting his gun. He winced and dropped the melting piece of metal. The robot moved towards Bart, who pulled out his sonic boomer and fired. His shots missed due to the robot's agility. Bart ran away, with the robot in pursuit.
"It seems to be after Bart only," Rika said.
As the doll choked Shirley slowly, its head rotated and watched as the robot went after Bart. Shirley felt herself getting weaker. Her upper body strength, gagging, and vision started to fade. The sound of the robot's laser blasts at Bart were getting lower. Her hands started to slide off the doll.
"No!" Bo ran forward and grabbed the doll from behind. His face tightened as he strained to pull the killer toy off his best friend. "I'm-not-going-to-let-you-kill-her!" he snarled, pulling harder with each word. The doll's arms began to give way, and with one big pull, Bo yanked the doll off and fell to the floor.
Tossing the doll aside, Bo got up and joined Shirley at her side. The young detective gasped for air and got the feeling of her limbs back. "Are you all right?" Bo asked as Shirley sat up.
"I'm...fine," Shirley managed to say. She looked at her best friend. "That's twice...you saved me...today."
Bo smiled. "I wasn't keeping count." Behind him, the doll picked itself up. It reached into its pocket and pulled out a tiny gun. It leveled its weapon at the two friends with its tiny finger on the trigger.
The ball robot had Bart trapped against the wall. Bart tried his sonic boomer again, but the robot leaped over his shots. To Bart's relief, it retracted its laser gun and stopped moving. "Whew," he said, wiping his brow.
Bart's relief was short-lived when he saw a spike shoot out from the robot's top. It squatted, then leapt upwards. As it fell, it aimed its spike at Bart.
"Bart!" Rika cried.
"Look out!" Blake shouted to Shirley and Bo, seeing the doll ready to fire.
Suddenly, the doll and the robot vibrated. Everyone watched as they exploded. Shirley and the others saw doll parts fly across the floor. Bart saw the robot's remains fall to the ground and land with a clatter before him. "Huh?"
Along with his parents, Blake joined his two friends on the floor. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
Bo looked around, then saw someone standing at the end of the chamber. "Hey!" he shouted.
The figure took off. Bo got up and ran out. "Bo, wait!" Rika shouted.
The Hewitts gathered around Shirley as she caught her breath. Blake reached out for her. Shirley took his hand and stood up with his help. "Are you..?" he began, looking into her blue eyes.
"I'm okay," Shirley said, looking into Blake's eyes. Unconsciously, her fingers tightened around his hand.
"You're a lucky girl, Shirley," Dr. Hewitt remarked.
"She sure is," Blake said, keeping his gaze on Shirley. He felt his face getting hot. Shirley bowed her head to hide the red blush on her face.
Bart and Rika joined them. Meanwhile, some of the people on the floor groaned and started to move. "I think you kids had better go," Inspector Hewitt recommended.
"It'll be awkward for us to explain to all these police officers why you're here," Dr. Hewitt added.
"Good idea," Bart said. "Let's go after whoever Bo's chasing."
"I second that motion," Rika said before taking off.
Detective Tremain blinked and started to picked himself up. Shirley, Blake, and Bart ran after Rika.
* * * * *
"Oh no, you don't," Bo muttered to himself as he chased the figure down an alley. He managed to see that his quarry was a boy wearing a jacket. The boy was fast, but Bo had the better motivation, so the distance between them shrunk.
"You're not getting away!" Bo lunged forward and took down the boy. "Got you!" he cried, holding him down. To emphasize the capture, Bo bent his prisoner's arm back, causing him to wince.
END OF PART SIX
by HA
"So we called the police, right?" Bo asked Shirley as she quickened her pace. They had left Ivan's house immediately after the junior detective called Inspector Hewitt.
"That is correct," Shirley answered without looking back.
"Then why are we heading to the museum when everything's covered?" her reluctant sleuthing partner asked, partly annoyed.
"We're dealing with ENIGMA, remember?" Shirley said.
"True, but..."
"Bo, when was the last time the police took care of ENIGMA on their own?" Blake asked.
"Good point," Bo said, increasing his speed.
Blake started running faster, and soon he was beating Shirley and everyone else.
"Huh?" Bart wondered.
"His parents," Shirley said knowingly.
"Then let us hurry," Rika suggested, speeding up. Soon everyone was running in order to keep up with their friend.
* * * * *
"Pathetic." Number Nine looked at the small wound on his arm, then around him. The police officers and security guards who tried to stop him were now lying on the floor. Some of them were unconscious. Among them was Detective Tremain, who was knocked out with a punch to the left side of his face. Others tried to regain their equilibrium, but to no avail.
Managing to pick herself up, Dr. Hewitt groaned and knelt down next to her husband. The poor police inspector struggled with a spinning room. "Chris, snap out of it!"
"Well, this was too easy," Number Nine-Nine remarked coolly. "And the detective and Bart didn't show up."
"I admit it's a little disappointing, but I calculated she wouldn't show up," Number Nine said. "Now, shall we obtain the item we are after?" he asked, grinning as he eyed the unguarded winebowl.
"Oui," Number Nine-Nine answered, grinning evilly.
Dr. Hewitt watched as the two ENIGMA agents walked up casually to the winebowl. Inspector Hewitt tried to get up. "Hold it..." he managed to say, reaching out.
Number Nine ignored him and studied the keypad on the display case. A red light shone, indicating that the alarm was still active. "Hmmmmmmmmmm..."
"You won't be able to get in without the proper access code," Dr. Hewitt told the Elite Eight member boldly. "The alarm will go off if you try."
Number Nine-Nine looked at the helpless officers and guards. "Humph. Who'd hear it?"
Number Nine smirked. "No problem." He touched the keypad lightly, and then his fingers flew across it. The red light turned green. "Got it."
Dr. Hewitt stared at the ENIGMA agent. "How...?"
Number Nine studied his fingers. "Let's just say machines and I have an understanding."
Number Nine-Nine pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Get in here!"
Three ENIGMA agents burst into the chamber and joined their superior at the display case. They stood at attention, awaiting further orders. "You two, the bowl," Number Nine ordered. "You, the present."
Two lifted the glass covering off the bowl and placed it gently on the floor. Both men lifted the bowl off the case and carried it out. The third agent placed a long, white box wrapped with a blue ribbon at the foot of the case.
"Everything is ready," Number Nine-Nine said, smiling a little at the box.
"Excellent." Number Nine checked the time on a chain watch. "Ah, time to go," he said, turning to the Hewitts. "Adieu," he said, tipping his hat.
Dr. Hewitt watched helplessly as the ENIGMA agents departed with their stolen winebowl. Then she looked at her husband, who still struggled to regain his sense of space.
* * * * *
"Oh, no," Blake said, watching as the black van drove off from the Redington Museum. Once the street was safe to cross, he bolted across.
"Wait up!" Bo shouted as he and the others followed Blake.
Blake entered the museum first and stopped. The others followed suit. "What the...?" Bo began, but the sight of police officers and security guards on the floor stopped his tongue. Some were still suffering from imbalance and others were out cold.
Rika bent down near one of the security guards and checked his pulse on his neck. "He's still alive," she reported.
"Come on!" Blake urged, running off. "The bowl's supposed to be in here."
Everyone followed him and found Inspector Hewitt being cradled in Dr. Hewitt's arms. "Dad! Mom!" Blake cried, running toward his parents.
Dr. Hewitt looked up. "Blake, what are you...?"
Inspector Hewitt blinked as his son knelt beside him. "A little too late, son," he said with a weak smile.
"Are you okay?" Blake asked his parents.
"More or less," Inspector Hewitt told his son.
Blake helped his mother prop the inspector up. "What happened?" Shirley asked.
Bo looked at the empty display case. "ENIGMA happened."
Dr. Hewitt recalled what happened. "Chris, the police, and the guards were able to spring their ambush on the ENIGMA agents. Unfortunately, one of them threw something that caused a bright flash of light. While we were blinded, they attacked."
"They attacked?" Rika asked.
Inspector Hewitt finished the account. "They were too quick for us. Next thing we knew, we were being taken down left and right. Then came the strange light from his eye."
"Strange light?" Shirley asked.
"Yeah. It was more like a swirling and flashing light effect accompanied by some sound. Like the sound made by those UFO's in B-movies. Soon everyone who was still up started losing their balance. While we were helpless, they took the winebowl."
"A vertigo effect," Shirley conjectured after some thought.
"Vertigo effect?" Bo wondered.
"Somehow the ENIGMA agents made everyone dizzy and fall down," Bart explained.
Inspector Hewitt felt his head. "I can't believe two men did this to us."
"Who were they?" Shirley pressed.
"I didn't catch their names," Inspector Hewitt admitted. "However, one of them was dressed in gray and had this mask with a long nose. He also had a powdered wig and a mortarboard."
"The other one had to be Number Nine-Nine," Bart said.
"Well, one of them was a boy dressed in what seemed to be a variation of a Napoleonic era military uniform," Dr. Hewitt recalled. "He had a white helmet on."
"That's Number Nine-Nine," Bart confirmed.
Shirley spotted a spot on the ground. He knelt in for a closer look. "Blood," she said, recognizing the substance.
"That's right." Inspector Hewitt tried to stand on his own, but he fell into his wife's arms. "Before I succumbed to the vertigo effect, I managed to shoot him in the arm, but he didn't even flinch."
"Which one?" Rika asked.
"The guy in gray," Inspector Hewitt answered.
Shirley's ears received this interesting piece of information. She took out two cotton swabs and wiped them on the spot. Immediately, she placed them into a plastic bag. "A look under the microscope will definitely turn up something," she said as she pocketed the bag.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Bo said, waving his hands in disbelief. "You shot a guy, and he didn't even feel it?"
"I'm as mystified as you are, Bo," Inspector Hewitt said, managing to stand up.
"He also managed to break the security codes for the display case," Dr. Hewitt added.
"That's a given," Bo said, looking over the display case. Something below caught his eye. "Shirley! Get over here!"
Shirley went to where Bo was pointing. She found the box ENIGMA left behind. "Hmmmmm..."
The others joined them. "Another clue," Bart said.
"We must be careful, Shirley," Rika warned. "The last one nearly got you killed."
Blake knelt down and held up his hand to indicate he needed complete silence. He leaned towards the box and listened carefully. "I don't hear a bomb timer," he said after a minute.
Bart took out a device and waved it over the box. "Confirmed," he said, putting the device away.
"A bomb detector?" Bo asked.
Bart nodded. "A bonus when you're a Stranger."
Shirley picked up the box and undid the ribbon. Tossing the lid aside, she made her way past pages of old newspaper and found a doll. Her mouth fell open as she laid eyes on it.
Bo saw the expression on his friend's face. "Shirley, what's...?"
Shirley showed her friends the doll. Everyone gasped. The doll resembled Shirley in every way, from its dark brown hair to its light-blue eyes. It wore the Sussex Academy uniform. It had a small backpack slung over its shoulder.
Dr. Hewitt pulled out a cell phone and called the police station while checking the fallen policepersons and guards. Inspector Hewitt joined the kids and found himself staring at the smaller version of Shirley. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"I'm not laughing," Blake said, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the toy.
The doll's mouth started to move. A prerecorded message played along with its movements. "Beautiful gold, oh so rare! Take it away, and people will care. The rich have it; the poor do not. It's why wars are always fought. This time, we're after one who is a golden beacon, yet also not. Everyone, do please note. Better figure me out or prepare to choke."
As Shirley tried to process the message, the doll broke free of her grip and leaped at her with its hands outstretched. The tiny hands grabbed Shirley's throat and started to squeeze. Her eyes wide open, Shirley fell back with the doll still choking her. She gripped the doll's sides and tried to pull it off, but its grip was too tight. She gasped for air as the doll's grip gradually got tighter.
"Shirley!" Bo rushed to his friend's aid, ready to rip the murderous toy off. The backpack unzipped, and a small ball leaped out. Spider legs shot out of its side as it was about to land. As it did, a red optic sensor opened.
"A robot?" Blake remarked.
The ball robot scanned the area, then stopped at Bart. The top started to rise. Rika realized what was going to happen. Without a word of explanation, she shoved Bart to the ground before the robot fired a laser beam from a gun on its top. The beam nearly hit a painting on the wall behind them.
"Whoa!" Bo exclaimed.
"Get back, kids!" Inspector Hewitt pulled out his gun and aimed it at the robot. The robot responded by keeping close to Shirley and her tiny assassin.
"No, you'll hit Shirley!" Blake cried to his father.
The robot spared Inspector Hewitt the hard choice by shooting his gun. He winced and dropped the melting piece of metal. The robot moved towards Bart, who pulled out his sonic boomer and fired. His shots missed due to the robot's agility. Bart ran away, with the robot in pursuit.
"It seems to be after Bart only," Rika said.
As the doll choked Shirley slowly, its head rotated and watched as the robot went after Bart. Shirley felt herself getting weaker. Her upper body strength, gagging, and vision started to fade. The sound of the robot's laser blasts at Bart were getting lower. Her hands started to slide off the doll.
"No!" Bo ran forward and grabbed the doll from behind. His face tightened as he strained to pull the killer toy off his best friend. "I'm-not-going-to-let-you-kill-her!" he snarled, pulling harder with each word. The doll's arms began to give way, and with one big pull, Bo yanked the doll off and fell to the floor.
Tossing the doll aside, Bo got up and joined Shirley at her side. The young detective gasped for air and got the feeling of her limbs back. "Are you all right?" Bo asked as Shirley sat up.
"I'm...fine," Shirley managed to say. She looked at her best friend. "That's twice...you saved me...today."
Bo smiled. "I wasn't keeping count." Behind him, the doll picked itself up. It reached into its pocket and pulled out a tiny gun. It leveled its weapon at the two friends with its tiny finger on the trigger.
The ball robot had Bart trapped against the wall. Bart tried his sonic boomer again, but the robot leaped over his shots. To Bart's relief, it retracted its laser gun and stopped moving. "Whew," he said, wiping his brow.
Bart's relief was short-lived when he saw a spike shoot out from the robot's top. It squatted, then leapt upwards. As it fell, it aimed its spike at Bart.
"Bart!" Rika cried.
"Look out!" Blake shouted to Shirley and Bo, seeing the doll ready to fire.
Suddenly, the doll and the robot vibrated. Everyone watched as they exploded. Shirley and the others saw doll parts fly across the floor. Bart saw the robot's remains fall to the ground and land with a clatter before him. "Huh?"
Along with his parents, Blake joined his two friends on the floor. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
Bo looked around, then saw someone standing at the end of the chamber. "Hey!" he shouted.
The figure took off. Bo got up and ran out. "Bo, wait!" Rika shouted.
The Hewitts gathered around Shirley as she caught her breath. Blake reached out for her. Shirley took his hand and stood up with his help. "Are you..?" he began, looking into her blue eyes.
"I'm okay," Shirley said, looking into Blake's eyes. Unconsciously, her fingers tightened around his hand.
"You're a lucky girl, Shirley," Dr. Hewitt remarked.
"She sure is," Blake said, keeping his gaze on Shirley. He felt his face getting hot. Shirley bowed her head to hide the red blush on her face.
Bart and Rika joined them. Meanwhile, some of the people on the floor groaned and started to move. "I think you kids had better go," Inspector Hewitt recommended.
"It'll be awkward for us to explain to all these police officers why you're here," Dr. Hewitt added.
"Good idea," Bart said. "Let's go after whoever Bo's chasing."
"I second that motion," Rika said before taking off.
Detective Tremain blinked and started to picked himself up. Shirley, Blake, and Bart ran after Rika.
* * * * *
"Oh no, you don't," Bo muttered to himself as he chased the figure down an alley. He managed to see that his quarry was a boy wearing a jacket. The boy was fast, but Bo had the better motivation, so the distance between them shrunk.
"You're not getting away!" Bo lunged forward and took down the boy. "Got you!" he cried, holding him down. To emphasize the capture, Bo bent his prisoner's arm back, causing him to wince.
END OF PART SIX
