Part 2-Lewis Strikes Back
Tawny found herself in a small, dark room with a TV and VCR. The door creaked open and single figure approached.
"We meet at last." sneered Kenny Landtear. "My little girlie Abbie Hoffman."
"Better Abbie Hoffman than Darth Vader." she fired back.
"Charming to the last." commented Landtear.
"Go ahead and send your ransom note." said Tawny defiantly. "I left a instructions to not pay."
"Ransom?" replied Landtear. "That's so clich‚. I have something much better."
"Like what?" demanded Tawny.
"Pysch correction." he replied.
"Brainwashing?" she inquired.
"Must we be so crude?" exclaimed Landtear.
"You're sick!" shouted Tawny.
"You are." replied Landtear. "Girls your age should think about things like boy bands, clothes and makeup. Not protest marches."
"It won't work." said Tawny.
"Why, little one?" asked Landtear.
"My cause is just." she replied. "And my Lewis will come for me. And his sister Ren, his friend Twitty and Ren's friend Bean."
"Ah, young love and idealism." sighed Landtear. "How pathetic. I will correct you and build my telemarketing center. From there I will rule the ad biz!"
"You'll be on the menu at Your Toast!" shouted Tawny.
"Activate boy band tape." he spoke. The TV turned on and boy band music videos played. ***
Once inside his room, Lewis spoke to Twitty.
"Someone's gonna pay!" said Lewis.
"Lewis, you're really upset-" replied Twitty.
"Can it, Twitty." snapped Lewis. "We're rescuing Tawny."
"Ok." replied Twitty.
Both Lewis and Twitty feverishly complied information for several hours. Then they hit a snag.
"None of this makes any sense." said Twitty.
"For sure." replied Lewis.
"We need help." sighed Twitty.
"We'll get some." said Lewis. He went to his computer and logged onto AOL. His buddy list showed that Velociraptor was online.
"Who's Velociraptor?" asked Twitty.
"A guy who helps me with my math and science homework." answered Lewis. "He's old but cool.". He typed a greeting into the instant message box.
LewisDodger: Hello, Velociraptor.
Velociraptor: Hello, LewisDodger. What's up?
LewisDodger: Somebody kidnapped Tawny!
Velociraptor: That's not nice. She's a neat gal.
LewisDodger: We need help.
Velociraptor: Ok. What do you need?
LewisDodger: I did a bunch of recon and have some intel.
Velociraptor: Wait. Who did this?
LewisDodger: Kenny Landtear
Velociraptor: Figures. No morals.
LewisDodger: You know this guy?
Velociraptor: Unfortunately. I was his chief scientist for 4 years. Yuck.
LewisDodger: Cool.
Velociraptor: Gotten any ransom demands?
LewisDodger: No
Velociraptor: Makes sense. He has a pile of money. He's probably brainwashing her. Trying to change her so she won't lead any more marches.
LewisDodger: Any idea where?
Velociraptor: Try 1267 Loak street. That's where my lab once was. I'm sending you the building plans and photos.
LewisDodger: Thank you.
Velociraptor: No prob. Anything to nail that creep.
Lewis disconnected and said to Twitty,
"Move out."
After scamming several motorists, Lewis and Twitty arrived at 1267 Loak street. Using Velociraptor's map, they came to a window and peered in. There was Tawny, tied to a chair. She had wires coming from her head and in front of her was a video monitor. Twitty pulled out some binoculars and zoomed in.
"They're making her watch boy band music videos." said Twitty.
"Brainwashing." said Lewis through gritted teeth. "Let's go." He and Lewis unlimbered baseball bats.
They crept carefully through the corridors to Tawny's prison. They arrived at the door and burst in, calling for Tawny. But there was no response from the seated figure.
"I don't like this." said Twitty.
Lewis moved closer.
"It's a dummy." he said. "We've been had."
Secret doors in the walls opened and Dobermans leapt out. Lewis and Twitty ran out the door, dogs in hot pursuit. They turned a corner and saw a man.
"Hit the floor." came a calm but forceful command.
The boys complied. The man raised a weapon and held down the trigger. A series of soft, rapid pops sounded. The dogs all went down.
"You can get up." he said.
Lewis and Twitty both rose. Both stared at his weapon, a flat, black shotgun style weapon with a 12 gauge barrel and what looked like 4 drum magazines ahead of the trigger guard.
"I am Velociraptor." said the man in a normal adult voice. "My weapon is a Mark 65 all purpose nonlethal gun."
"What?" asked Twitty.
"The dogs are not hurt." continued Velociraptor. "They are stunned."
"Where'd you get that gun?" asked Lewis.
"Made it for the Recon Marines." answered Velociraptor. "Tawny convinced me to try something like this. To save lives."
"Wow." said Twitty.
"She is very charismatic." replied Velociraptor. "Someday she'll be President."
Twitty and Lewis stared.
"I'll take you two home." said Velociraptor. "Next time do a better job of planning. And get some help from your family."
Tawny found herself in a small, dark room with a TV and VCR. The door creaked open and single figure approached.
"We meet at last." sneered Kenny Landtear. "My little girlie Abbie Hoffman."
"Better Abbie Hoffman than Darth Vader." she fired back.
"Charming to the last." commented Landtear.
"Go ahead and send your ransom note." said Tawny defiantly. "I left a instructions to not pay."
"Ransom?" replied Landtear. "That's so clich‚. I have something much better."
"Like what?" demanded Tawny.
"Pysch correction." he replied.
"Brainwashing?" she inquired.
"Must we be so crude?" exclaimed Landtear.
"You're sick!" shouted Tawny.
"You are." replied Landtear. "Girls your age should think about things like boy bands, clothes and makeup. Not protest marches."
"It won't work." said Tawny.
"Why, little one?" asked Landtear.
"My cause is just." she replied. "And my Lewis will come for me. And his sister Ren, his friend Twitty and Ren's friend Bean."
"Ah, young love and idealism." sighed Landtear. "How pathetic. I will correct you and build my telemarketing center. From there I will rule the ad biz!"
"You'll be on the menu at Your Toast!" shouted Tawny.
"Activate boy band tape." he spoke. The TV turned on and boy band music videos played. ***
Once inside his room, Lewis spoke to Twitty.
"Someone's gonna pay!" said Lewis.
"Lewis, you're really upset-" replied Twitty.
"Can it, Twitty." snapped Lewis. "We're rescuing Tawny."
"Ok." replied Twitty.
Both Lewis and Twitty feverishly complied information for several hours. Then they hit a snag.
"None of this makes any sense." said Twitty.
"For sure." replied Lewis.
"We need help." sighed Twitty.
"We'll get some." said Lewis. He went to his computer and logged onto AOL. His buddy list showed that Velociraptor was online.
"Who's Velociraptor?" asked Twitty.
"A guy who helps me with my math and science homework." answered Lewis. "He's old but cool.". He typed a greeting into the instant message box.
LewisDodger: Hello, Velociraptor.
Velociraptor: Hello, LewisDodger. What's up?
LewisDodger: Somebody kidnapped Tawny!
Velociraptor: That's not nice. She's a neat gal.
LewisDodger: We need help.
Velociraptor: Ok. What do you need?
LewisDodger: I did a bunch of recon and have some intel.
Velociraptor: Wait. Who did this?
LewisDodger: Kenny Landtear
Velociraptor: Figures. No morals.
LewisDodger: You know this guy?
Velociraptor: Unfortunately. I was his chief scientist for 4 years. Yuck.
LewisDodger: Cool.
Velociraptor: Gotten any ransom demands?
LewisDodger: No
Velociraptor: Makes sense. He has a pile of money. He's probably brainwashing her. Trying to change her so she won't lead any more marches.
LewisDodger: Any idea where?
Velociraptor: Try 1267 Loak street. That's where my lab once was. I'm sending you the building plans and photos.
LewisDodger: Thank you.
Velociraptor: No prob. Anything to nail that creep.
Lewis disconnected and said to Twitty,
"Move out."
After scamming several motorists, Lewis and Twitty arrived at 1267 Loak street. Using Velociraptor's map, they came to a window and peered in. There was Tawny, tied to a chair. She had wires coming from her head and in front of her was a video monitor. Twitty pulled out some binoculars and zoomed in.
"They're making her watch boy band music videos." said Twitty.
"Brainwashing." said Lewis through gritted teeth. "Let's go." He and Lewis unlimbered baseball bats.
They crept carefully through the corridors to Tawny's prison. They arrived at the door and burst in, calling for Tawny. But there was no response from the seated figure.
"I don't like this." said Twitty.
Lewis moved closer.
"It's a dummy." he said. "We've been had."
Secret doors in the walls opened and Dobermans leapt out. Lewis and Twitty ran out the door, dogs in hot pursuit. They turned a corner and saw a man.
"Hit the floor." came a calm but forceful command.
The boys complied. The man raised a weapon and held down the trigger. A series of soft, rapid pops sounded. The dogs all went down.
"You can get up." he said.
Lewis and Twitty both rose. Both stared at his weapon, a flat, black shotgun style weapon with a 12 gauge barrel and what looked like 4 drum magazines ahead of the trigger guard.
"I am Velociraptor." said the man in a normal adult voice. "My weapon is a Mark 65 all purpose nonlethal gun."
"What?" asked Twitty.
"The dogs are not hurt." continued Velociraptor. "They are stunned."
"Where'd you get that gun?" asked Lewis.
"Made it for the Recon Marines." answered Velociraptor. "Tawny convinced me to try something like this. To save lives."
"Wow." said Twitty.
"She is very charismatic." replied Velociraptor. "Someday she'll be President."
Twitty and Lewis stared.
"I'll take you two home." said Velociraptor. "Next time do a better job of planning. And get some help from your family."