AN: Alright people...here it is...the next chapter of my lovely fic…Thanks to my playing Capture the Flag this past weekend, I finally have more inspiration!!!
Destria: I haven't had a chance to update the Brooklyn Bridge Girls lodging house in a while…patience please
Stressica: I wouldn't be so sure about that!
Misprint: Just wait until you see what she does with the flag!
Chapter 3:
Rae crept silently along the streets of Manhattan. Listening carefully, she could hear Jack's heavy footsteps about a block behind her. She kept walking, just waiting for him to come and tag her.
Her patience finally paid off and Jack grabbed her arm. "Going somewhere, Kelly?" ((AN: Sorry, I couldn't resist!))
"Just looking for a little red flag, Jack. Seen it around anywhere?" she asked with a smirk.
"Cut it out, Rae. Let's go back to the lodging house."
~*~
Spot sat on the roof of the Manhattan lodging house with Duchess and Sippi. "Get comfortable, you two. We'll be here for a while."
"Why are we just sitting here?" Sippi asked. "Shouldn't we be out there looking for their flag?"
"We're waiting on Rae," was all Spot would say.
"What's the rope for?" Duchess asked.
"You'll see."
~*~
Rae walked into the spare room of the Manhattan lodging house, David close on her heels. He shut the door and pulled a chair over next to it and sat down.
Rae walked over to the window and wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to ward off a chill. "You know why Jack left you here to guard me, don't you?"
"He told me not to listen to any of your bull," David answered.
"That hurt's Davey. That really hurts."
"I'm not the one who said it."
Rae grunted and stood at the window for several more minutes, before she spoke again. "Davey…" she sang softly.
"What?"
She turned and walked toward him. "You don't have a girlfriend do you?"
"Thanks for reminding me."
She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. She ran her hands down the edge of his vest. "Sippi broke up with me yesterday," she said sadly.
"He did?!?"
She nodded as tears filled her eyes.
"Hey, now," he whispered, pulling her into his arms. "Don't cry. Everything will be fine."
They stood there for several minutes before a knock sounded on the window. "Sorry, Dave," Rae whispered, throwing a powerful right hook. She hit him with enough force to send him falling to the floor. Before he could make a move to get up, she was kneeling next to him and tying his hands behind his back. She pulled a cloth from her pocket and gagged him as well.
She walked over to the window and opened it. "Took you long enough, Spot," she fussed at the person outside the window.
"I can always leave you here," he threatened.
"And I could always cut that rope and let you fall."
~*~
Ten minutes later Jack opened the door to the spare room, Bookworm by his side. He took one look at David and shook his head, before going to untie his friend. "I should have known better than to leave you with Rae."
"She hits hard," David said, holding his aching head. Bookworm snickered and David glared at her.
"Think you can watch this one?" Jack asked.
"Don't worry about me, Jack. It's past my bedtime," Bookworm said, curling up on the single bunk in the room.
David sat back down in the chair by the door and glared at Jack as he left the room.
~*~
"Where is the flag?" Spot asked Rae once they were on the roof.
"In the main room on the wall," she answered, rubbing her sore knuckles. "David Jacobs has a hard head."
Spot snickered. "Why in the world would they leave it there? It would be too easy for us to get."
"Not with four people sitting right in front of it."
"Who else in the house?"
"Just David."
"If we could get David over to Manhattan, we could win this thing."
"Why David?" Duchess asked.
Rae and Spot merely looked and each other and shared a secret smile.