Chapter 5
"More Confusion"
"What do you mean Fillmore's not on our side anymore?" Vallejo yelled. He just couldn't swallow the dreadful news. Were they joking? Vallejo prayed that Wayne and Ingrid were playing some sort of prank on him.
"He's no longer one of us." Ingrid said.
She didn't like to be the one to break the news to everyone, but someone had to. It really was big news. Everyone on the Safety Patrol stopped what they were doing and was now listening in on the conversation. The whole place had gotten so quiet; you could hear a pen drop.
They all had come to know Fillmore well and all of the safety patrol had become close friends with him. He'd helped a lot of them out many times, too many to count. When someone felt down or was really having a bad day, Fillmore usually could cheer them up. No one else could explain how he managed to do this.
Principal Folsom stepped towards them with her arms folded and the vice principal right behind her. She didn't look at all pleased about the news.
"You're telling me that our bet safety patroller has turned on us?" Folsom asked. They could hear the disbelief in her voice.
Ingrid and Wayne nodded, regretfully. They found everyone was just as surprised as they'd been. It surely was a sad day for all of them. None of them ever thought that this would happen!
Folsom looked towards Fillmore's empty desk. When he'd gone missing everyone was concerned about him and were asking them selves the same question.
"What had happened to him?" Now they knew the truth and she wished she hadn't known.
The best officer, the one they could always depend on to get the job done, now was their enemy? The news was painful. Folsom suddenly noticed everyone else in the room was also staring at Fillmore's desk. It seemed they felt the same way.
Folsom quickly cleared her throat. They needed to face reality and move forward, that was the best thing to do. Although this was a difficult situation for all of them, they needed to try and think positively.
"Well it looks like we can't do anything else until we meet him again." Folsom replied, breaking everyone from thought.
Folsom turned back towards Vallejo. Principal Folsom tried hiding her concern from all of them, but they could see it in her eyes. They'd never seen her look this worried about anyone before. She quickly turned towards the door and said, "It's a sad day for all of us to find out this news".
Vice Principal Raycliff followed her to the door. Folsom stopped after opening the door.
"He was one of the good ones and he undoubtedly will be missed. However you still have a job to do! It's got to be done without Fillmore" She said, looking towards Ingrid and Wayne.
Now it was up to them to solve this thing. They were the only ones to depend on to solve this case.
"I'm counting on you, Third and Leggitt! Don't fail us." Folsom said. She turned, and then she and Raycliff disappeared out the door.
Vallejo turned back to Ingrid and Wayne.
"Can you two handle this?" He asked. Wayne gave him a thumbs up. "Of course we can. I might even teach Ingrid a few new tricks" He joked. Ingrid had a feeling that she would teach him a few things during this case.
"Yeah" Ingrid said, sarcastically. By working with Wayne on this case she'd found out he had a sense of humor but most of the time he seemed to be serious. Ingrid had to admit Fillmore cracked jokes more often than Wayne did. Maybe Wayne didn't feel like cracking many jokes right now, because they'd just found out Fillmore had turned on them.
Tehama walked by and Wayne stopped her.
"Hey, Tehama! Would you analyze something for us?" Tehama nodded.
Wayne held up the plastic bag with the beer bottle inside. Tehama's eyes widened as she took the bag from his hands. "A beer bottle?" Tehama asked.
What were Wayne and Ingrid doing with a beer bottle?
"Where did you get this?" Tehama asked. Ingrid and Wayne took a deep breath.
"The gang and Fillmore were drinking these beers." Ingrid said. Tehama looked back at the bottle, she just couldn't believe this.
They followed Tehama back to her desk, watching as she put gloves on. Tehama had just started examining it when the phone on Fillmore's desk started ringing.
"Safety Patrol." Vallejo answered. There was a very long pause from Vallejo. Who was calling and what was going on?
"Yes, okay. I'll get my best officers on it." Vallejo finally said, as he hung up the phone. "Third! Leggitt! There were just some very expensive bikes stolen and I want you two to go check it out." Vallejo said. Ingrid and Wayne hesitated.
They were hoping to find out what Tehama came up with on this bottle.
"Go ahead! You two can check back with me later, besides this might take awhile" Tehama said, as if reading their thoughts. Wayne and Ingrid reluctantly disappeared out the door.
Ingrid and Wayne arrived at the back parking lot only a few minutes later. There were people walking, digging inside their cars and cars parking. Wayne couldn't see anything unusual around here, was this another prank? He hoped not.
When a blue corvette pulled out from a parking space, a guy appeared. The guy walked up to Ingrid and Wayne looking very agitated.
"Are you from the Safety Patrol?" He asked. The guy took off his bike helmet to show his short brown hair. His hair blew over his face from the small breeze. "Yes." Wayne answered. "You're too late. The criminals already took off. I demand that you get my bike back." He said. "Don't worry we plan to get to the bottom of this." Ingrid said. The guy looked satisfied with Wayne's answer. "Was there more than one?" Wayne asked. The boy nodded. "Did you get a good look at them?" Ingrid asked.
"No." The boy answered, stomping his foot. "Where was your bike when it was stolen?" Wayne asked. Wayne had a feeling that they might find at least one clue in that spot. The guy took them back to the bike rack and pointed to the ground.
"Here." the guy answered. Abruptly about 4 people appeared from the thicket. Wayne and Ingrid wondered where they were all coming from.
"Ours were stolen too" they heard. "This many bikes stolen at once?" Ingrid asked, looking at Wayne.
Wayne knelt down to the ground while examining the bike racks. He thought he might find clues here to help them in this case. Unfortunately for them, the bike rack was the way it always was. It was a dead end! "Wait, there are bike tracks." Wayne suddenly said.
He started following the tracks with Ingrid close behind. Ingrid, Wayne and the guy followed the tracks until finally they stopped at a huge bush near the school.
"They stop here. That means. . . . "Wayne's voice trailed off. The minute Wayne said that, the bushes started moving and someone busted out on a bike. "My bike." the guy yelled.
Wayne and Ingrid took off as fast as they could after the criminal, knowing they wouldn't be able to catch them on foot. They needed a ride! Ingrid and Wayne continued running, but the criminal seemed to keep getting further and further away.
As they ran people standing around talking, came into view. A smile crossed Wayne's face when he saw this, because this was the chance that he'd been waiting for. It was perfect and exactly what they were looking for.
Wayne and Ingrid picked up speed, now Ingrid saw the bikes too.
"Safety Patrol emergency!" Ingrid and Wayne yelled as they took a helmet, a bike, then rode off with them. They would have a much better chance of catching the criminal now that they had wheels of their own.
Ingrid and Wayne picked up speed and got on both sides of the thief. Ingrid turned to her right to look the criminal in the eyes. However the crook was wearing a helmet to cover their whole face. Abruptly Ingrid jumped off her bike and onto the criminal's bike. Now Ingrid and the figure were riding down hill.
Wayne watched as the bike that Ingrid had been riding went down hill and sank into the pond. Ingrid hadn't noticed because by this time she was wrestling with the figure. Wayne was still riding beside them, watching and watching for the right moment.
Ingrid was fighting furiously trying to get the figure either to get off the bike or to stop it. The criminal fought back at her, trying to toss her from the bike. Ingrid kept moving so that the figure couldn't reach her. Ingrid found this entire thing to be exasperating.
Ingrid heard Wayne calling her "LOOK OUT!" She turned around and realized they were coming up on a bridge. Ingrid attempted to jump from the bike but now the figure wouldn't let her. Ingrid violently tried to get the figure to let go of her, but nothing she did worked.
Ingrid and the figure were heading straight for the bridge. Ingrid continued to fight against the figure. She needed help, so Wayne jumped from his bike onto the bike that Ingrid was on. They both started fighting against the figure now. The two of them had hoped they could overthrow the figure.
The bike hit the bridge and it went over it. When it hit the top the figure gained control of his bike, then flung Ingrid and Wayne into the water below. Luckily Wayne and Ingrid took the figure down into the water with them.
The three of them disappeared under the fast moving current. When Ingrid managed to get her head above the water, she looked around frantically for either Wayne or the figure.
"WAYNE" Ingrid called out. She hoped nothing had happened to him. Had the criminal gotten to him? The figure caught her eye as they grabbed something and pulled themselves out of the water. The person was still wearing the helmet that covered their face.
Ingrid swam for the shore but the current was way too strong to get there. She struggled against the current. She absolutely had to get to shore before this person took off. She found that the figure was really fast! The moment they reached shore they took off into the distance.
She'd just gotten a hold of a strong branch and was pulling herself up to land when she heard Wayne's voice. "Wayne?" She asked, turning around. His body was being swept away by the strong current.
"Take my hand" Ingrid said, going out as far as she could. Wayne grabbed her arm and Ingrid pulled him to land. They were pretty lucky to not have drowned in the very strong current.
"Wayne, the criminal got away" Ingrid pointed out. Wayne nodded. It looked like the criminal had slipped out of their hands once again.
"I wonder who that was" Ingrid said, as they started walking back. Wayne shrugged.
"There's no telling" Wayne answered. They might never find out who that was.
A few days later back at HQ Wayne and Ingrid found themselves with desk duty. They hadn't been any new leads or any clues in days. They were tired of all this paper work Vallejo was giving them. They really needed to be out there trying to solve this case and besides, the scenery of HQ was really starting to get boring.
"There has to be something going on. I'm so sick of this" Ingrid suddenly blurted out.
Wayne nodded. A thought struck him. What if Vallejo knew something that was going on, but wasn't telling them? Vallejo had been acting a little uptight lately!
The phone on Wayne's desk rang and he immediately picked it up.
"Leggitt" Wayne said, answering the phone.
It was vice principal Raycliff and he sounded extremely agitated.
"Leggitt! Principal Folsom and I need you and the rest of the safety patrol down here near the Cafeteria immediately".
"What's going on?"
"Just get down here ASAP."
"We're on our way"
Wayne hung up the phone. The whole safety patrol headed down the halls near the Cafeteria. When they got there they found a very unpleasant surprise. Principal Folsom, Vice Principal Raycliff and the cart, were literally covered in different colors of paintballs. The three of them were also covered in the stuff.
Some of the Safety patrol tried to hold back laughs, when they found that Principal Folsom's wig was hanging half way off her head. She didn't look very happy.
"Raycliff what happened?" Tehama asked.
Raycliff had been just as badly attacked as Folsom. Wayne gave Raycliff his glasses, which had been knocked clean off his face.
"We were riding along in the cart, doing the usual thing. Then out of nowhere paintballs and cans of paint came flying at us from every direction" Raycliff explained. Everyone seemed to be hanging on Raycliff's every word.
"After what seemed forever everything quit flying towards us. When I looked around I caught a glance of a cloaked figure disappearing around the corner. I jumped out of the cart and turned the corner to find they'd already vanished" He finished.
As Raycliff talked, the rest of the safety patrol was investigating the empty paint cans on the floor. O'Farrell started taking pictures of everything, including Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff.
"GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE" Folsom barked at O'Farrell. She was in no mood to have her picture taken at this time. Not right after an attack like this had happened to them.
Unfortunately by this time reporters and an enormous crowd of people had gathered. Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff were literally blinded by what seemed like hundreds of camera flashes from every direction. This attack was going to be in the X middle school paper and in the news broadcast.
The safety patrol quickly roped off the area not only to mark the crime scene, but also to make sure the crowd didn't get any closer. They needed to examine the area for evidence and didn't need all the reporters getting in their way.
After an attack the area was always swarming with reporters who wanted the story! Everyone on the Safety Patrol found the reporters around here to be a nuisance. They would keep asking the same question over and over until you finally gave them the answer.
That was the thing that ticked Ingrid off. She couldn't stand having people standing so close to her with cameras and asking her questions. She hated the way the reporters would stare at her and sometimes even start poking at her.
"Keep moving nothing to see here" A safety patrol said to all the reporters.
But the reporters and the camera crews wanted to get the story, so they pushed and shoved. It seemed like none of these reporters were going to leave until they got their story.
The members of the safety patrol who weren't busy started pushing the reporters back attempting to get everyone else to leave.
Principal Folsom's headache was quickly getting worse from all the reporters. She hated all of these cameras in her face too. The screams echoed in her head and she couldn't take it any longer.
"EVERYONE I WANT PEACE AND QUIET" Folsom barked. She'd been hit with paint buckets, paintballs, her wig had come off, and then her wig had come off in the process. Who wouldn't be extremely furious by this time?
Principal Folsom stood, dusted herself of and turned back to the safety patrol. Her eyes seemed to immediately go to Vallejo. Normally he was the very first person Principal Folsom called. Vallejo waited for Folsom to say it. Vallejo knew what was coming and he knew it wasn't going to be good.
She started walking towards Vallejo. "Commissioner Vallejo I want to see you in my office . . . NOW" Principal Folsom yelled. Vice Principal Raycliff and Vallejo followed her back to her office.
Wayne glanced over in Tehama's and Anza's direction to find they were inspecting the empty paint cans, which had been lying on the ground. Tehama and Anza seemed really interested in the paint cans.
"Tehama, did you find something?" Ingrid asked.
Tehama and Anza looked up to find Ingrid standing over them. Ingrid looked interested in what they might have found.
"There aren't any clues anywhere." Anza said, looking up at Ingrid.
That news really disappointed Ingrid. She'd been hoping to find some kind of clues out of in this attack.
"How is it possible to commit these crimes but not leave any sort of clue behind?" Ingrid asked.
Tehama and Anza couldn't answer her question. No one on the Safety patrol could actually answer Ingrid's question.
"I don't like this at all" Wayne said. He glanced towards the cart; the one Principal Folsom was always riding around school in. They already checked the cart, dusted it and examined it. There was nothing here for them to go on.
Wayne was extremely disappointed. He turned towards Ingrid. He found that Ingrid looked upset too. He and Ingrid had hoped too much would come out of this and got nothing. This was terrible.
Were they ever going to get clues or leads on how to find Fillmore and the gang he was with? Was that gang the ones that were doing all these attacks on innocent people? Wayne wished they knew!
This case was difficult; they needed something to help them out a little. Would that ever come their way? Would everyone just be kept in the dark forever?
"Unfortunately, I don't think we're going to get any more answers on this case today." Wayne said, sighing. "I think it might be best if we sleep on this case" Wayne said, looking over at Ingrid. "Ingrid? Are you all right?" Wayne asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. Since Fillmore had turned against everyone, he'd been worried about how Ingrid would react. She'd been quieter lately and he was getting worried.
"I'm fine" Ingrid answered him, in a soft voice. "Ingrid, I'm here if you want to talk" Wayne offered. Ingrid shook her head. "I'll just see you later" Ingrid said. Wayne watched as Ingrid disappeared down the hall.
To Be Continued A/n: B.T.W. {By the Way} I'm so sorry that it took longer than before to get this story on the board. I'd been having a little more trouble with my disks, but the good news is that I think my friend and I think we know what the problem is! –Yay! Okay everyone this is the important part of this a/n: I'm going to rewrite the first chapter of this story. It kind of looks funny for the first chapter to be different from the rest of the story. I was having this story spell and grammar checked. I hope it paid off! Hey how was my grammar and spelling in this chapter? Is it getting better? In your reviews could you guys also tell me if I'm loosing my touch? Hey could you tell me if this is like the TV show? I have a feeling ALL of you are absolutely going to love chapter 6! {I promise that chapter 6 will be much more interesting)
"More Confusion"
"What do you mean Fillmore's not on our side anymore?" Vallejo yelled. He just couldn't swallow the dreadful news. Were they joking? Vallejo prayed that Wayne and Ingrid were playing some sort of prank on him.
"He's no longer one of us." Ingrid said.
She didn't like to be the one to break the news to everyone, but someone had to. It really was big news. Everyone on the Safety Patrol stopped what they were doing and was now listening in on the conversation. The whole place had gotten so quiet; you could hear a pen drop.
They all had come to know Fillmore well and all of the safety patrol had become close friends with him. He'd helped a lot of them out many times, too many to count. When someone felt down or was really having a bad day, Fillmore usually could cheer them up. No one else could explain how he managed to do this.
Principal Folsom stepped towards them with her arms folded and the vice principal right behind her. She didn't look at all pleased about the news.
"You're telling me that our bet safety patroller has turned on us?" Folsom asked. They could hear the disbelief in her voice.
Ingrid and Wayne nodded, regretfully. They found everyone was just as surprised as they'd been. It surely was a sad day for all of them. None of them ever thought that this would happen!
Folsom looked towards Fillmore's empty desk. When he'd gone missing everyone was concerned about him and were asking them selves the same question.
"What had happened to him?" Now they knew the truth and she wished she hadn't known.
The best officer, the one they could always depend on to get the job done, now was their enemy? The news was painful. Folsom suddenly noticed everyone else in the room was also staring at Fillmore's desk. It seemed they felt the same way.
Folsom quickly cleared her throat. They needed to face reality and move forward, that was the best thing to do. Although this was a difficult situation for all of them, they needed to try and think positively.
"Well it looks like we can't do anything else until we meet him again." Folsom replied, breaking everyone from thought.
Folsom turned back towards Vallejo. Principal Folsom tried hiding her concern from all of them, but they could see it in her eyes. They'd never seen her look this worried about anyone before. She quickly turned towards the door and said, "It's a sad day for all of us to find out this news".
Vice Principal Raycliff followed her to the door. Folsom stopped after opening the door.
"He was one of the good ones and he undoubtedly will be missed. However you still have a job to do! It's got to be done without Fillmore" She said, looking towards Ingrid and Wayne.
Now it was up to them to solve this thing. They were the only ones to depend on to solve this case.
"I'm counting on you, Third and Leggitt! Don't fail us." Folsom said. She turned, and then she and Raycliff disappeared out the door.
Vallejo turned back to Ingrid and Wayne.
"Can you two handle this?" He asked. Wayne gave him a thumbs up. "Of course we can. I might even teach Ingrid a few new tricks" He joked. Ingrid had a feeling that she would teach him a few things during this case.
"Yeah" Ingrid said, sarcastically. By working with Wayne on this case she'd found out he had a sense of humor but most of the time he seemed to be serious. Ingrid had to admit Fillmore cracked jokes more often than Wayne did. Maybe Wayne didn't feel like cracking many jokes right now, because they'd just found out Fillmore had turned on them.
Tehama walked by and Wayne stopped her.
"Hey, Tehama! Would you analyze something for us?" Tehama nodded.
Wayne held up the plastic bag with the beer bottle inside. Tehama's eyes widened as she took the bag from his hands. "A beer bottle?" Tehama asked.
What were Wayne and Ingrid doing with a beer bottle?
"Where did you get this?" Tehama asked. Ingrid and Wayne took a deep breath.
"The gang and Fillmore were drinking these beers." Ingrid said. Tehama looked back at the bottle, she just couldn't believe this.
They followed Tehama back to her desk, watching as she put gloves on. Tehama had just started examining it when the phone on Fillmore's desk started ringing.
"Safety Patrol." Vallejo answered. There was a very long pause from Vallejo. Who was calling and what was going on?
"Yes, okay. I'll get my best officers on it." Vallejo finally said, as he hung up the phone. "Third! Leggitt! There were just some very expensive bikes stolen and I want you two to go check it out." Vallejo said. Ingrid and Wayne hesitated.
They were hoping to find out what Tehama came up with on this bottle.
"Go ahead! You two can check back with me later, besides this might take awhile" Tehama said, as if reading their thoughts. Wayne and Ingrid reluctantly disappeared out the door.
Ingrid and Wayne arrived at the back parking lot only a few minutes later. There were people walking, digging inside their cars and cars parking. Wayne couldn't see anything unusual around here, was this another prank? He hoped not.
When a blue corvette pulled out from a parking space, a guy appeared. The guy walked up to Ingrid and Wayne looking very agitated.
"Are you from the Safety Patrol?" He asked. The guy took off his bike helmet to show his short brown hair. His hair blew over his face from the small breeze. "Yes." Wayne answered. "You're too late. The criminals already took off. I demand that you get my bike back." He said. "Don't worry we plan to get to the bottom of this." Ingrid said. The guy looked satisfied with Wayne's answer. "Was there more than one?" Wayne asked. The boy nodded. "Did you get a good look at them?" Ingrid asked.
"No." The boy answered, stomping his foot. "Where was your bike when it was stolen?" Wayne asked. Wayne had a feeling that they might find at least one clue in that spot. The guy took them back to the bike rack and pointed to the ground.
"Here." the guy answered. Abruptly about 4 people appeared from the thicket. Wayne and Ingrid wondered where they were all coming from.
"Ours were stolen too" they heard. "This many bikes stolen at once?" Ingrid asked, looking at Wayne.
Wayne knelt down to the ground while examining the bike racks. He thought he might find clues here to help them in this case. Unfortunately for them, the bike rack was the way it always was. It was a dead end! "Wait, there are bike tracks." Wayne suddenly said.
He started following the tracks with Ingrid close behind. Ingrid, Wayne and the guy followed the tracks until finally they stopped at a huge bush near the school.
"They stop here. That means. . . . "Wayne's voice trailed off. The minute Wayne said that, the bushes started moving and someone busted out on a bike. "My bike." the guy yelled.
Wayne and Ingrid took off as fast as they could after the criminal, knowing they wouldn't be able to catch them on foot. They needed a ride! Ingrid and Wayne continued running, but the criminal seemed to keep getting further and further away.
As they ran people standing around talking, came into view. A smile crossed Wayne's face when he saw this, because this was the chance that he'd been waiting for. It was perfect and exactly what they were looking for.
Wayne and Ingrid picked up speed, now Ingrid saw the bikes too.
"Safety Patrol emergency!" Ingrid and Wayne yelled as they took a helmet, a bike, then rode off with them. They would have a much better chance of catching the criminal now that they had wheels of their own.
Ingrid and Wayne picked up speed and got on both sides of the thief. Ingrid turned to her right to look the criminal in the eyes. However the crook was wearing a helmet to cover their whole face. Abruptly Ingrid jumped off her bike and onto the criminal's bike. Now Ingrid and the figure were riding down hill.
Wayne watched as the bike that Ingrid had been riding went down hill and sank into the pond. Ingrid hadn't noticed because by this time she was wrestling with the figure. Wayne was still riding beside them, watching and watching for the right moment.
Ingrid was fighting furiously trying to get the figure either to get off the bike or to stop it. The criminal fought back at her, trying to toss her from the bike. Ingrid kept moving so that the figure couldn't reach her. Ingrid found this entire thing to be exasperating.
Ingrid heard Wayne calling her "LOOK OUT!" She turned around and realized they were coming up on a bridge. Ingrid attempted to jump from the bike but now the figure wouldn't let her. Ingrid violently tried to get the figure to let go of her, but nothing she did worked.
Ingrid and the figure were heading straight for the bridge. Ingrid continued to fight against the figure. She needed help, so Wayne jumped from his bike onto the bike that Ingrid was on. They both started fighting against the figure now. The two of them had hoped they could overthrow the figure.
The bike hit the bridge and it went over it. When it hit the top the figure gained control of his bike, then flung Ingrid and Wayne into the water below. Luckily Wayne and Ingrid took the figure down into the water with them.
The three of them disappeared under the fast moving current. When Ingrid managed to get her head above the water, she looked around frantically for either Wayne or the figure.
"WAYNE" Ingrid called out. She hoped nothing had happened to him. Had the criminal gotten to him? The figure caught her eye as they grabbed something and pulled themselves out of the water. The person was still wearing the helmet that covered their face.
Ingrid swam for the shore but the current was way too strong to get there. She struggled against the current. She absolutely had to get to shore before this person took off. She found that the figure was really fast! The moment they reached shore they took off into the distance.
She'd just gotten a hold of a strong branch and was pulling herself up to land when she heard Wayne's voice. "Wayne?" She asked, turning around. His body was being swept away by the strong current.
"Take my hand" Ingrid said, going out as far as she could. Wayne grabbed her arm and Ingrid pulled him to land. They were pretty lucky to not have drowned in the very strong current.
"Wayne, the criminal got away" Ingrid pointed out. Wayne nodded. It looked like the criminal had slipped out of their hands once again.
"I wonder who that was" Ingrid said, as they started walking back. Wayne shrugged.
"There's no telling" Wayne answered. They might never find out who that was.
A few days later back at HQ Wayne and Ingrid found themselves with desk duty. They hadn't been any new leads or any clues in days. They were tired of all this paper work Vallejo was giving them. They really needed to be out there trying to solve this case and besides, the scenery of HQ was really starting to get boring.
"There has to be something going on. I'm so sick of this" Ingrid suddenly blurted out.
Wayne nodded. A thought struck him. What if Vallejo knew something that was going on, but wasn't telling them? Vallejo had been acting a little uptight lately!
The phone on Wayne's desk rang and he immediately picked it up.
"Leggitt" Wayne said, answering the phone.
It was vice principal Raycliff and he sounded extremely agitated.
"Leggitt! Principal Folsom and I need you and the rest of the safety patrol down here near the Cafeteria immediately".
"What's going on?"
"Just get down here ASAP."
"We're on our way"
Wayne hung up the phone. The whole safety patrol headed down the halls near the Cafeteria. When they got there they found a very unpleasant surprise. Principal Folsom, Vice Principal Raycliff and the cart, were literally covered in different colors of paintballs. The three of them were also covered in the stuff.
Some of the Safety patrol tried to hold back laughs, when they found that Principal Folsom's wig was hanging half way off her head. She didn't look very happy.
"Raycliff what happened?" Tehama asked.
Raycliff had been just as badly attacked as Folsom. Wayne gave Raycliff his glasses, which had been knocked clean off his face.
"We were riding along in the cart, doing the usual thing. Then out of nowhere paintballs and cans of paint came flying at us from every direction" Raycliff explained. Everyone seemed to be hanging on Raycliff's every word.
"After what seemed forever everything quit flying towards us. When I looked around I caught a glance of a cloaked figure disappearing around the corner. I jumped out of the cart and turned the corner to find they'd already vanished" He finished.
As Raycliff talked, the rest of the safety patrol was investigating the empty paint cans on the floor. O'Farrell started taking pictures of everything, including Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff.
"GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE" Folsom barked at O'Farrell. She was in no mood to have her picture taken at this time. Not right after an attack like this had happened to them.
Unfortunately by this time reporters and an enormous crowd of people had gathered. Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff were literally blinded by what seemed like hundreds of camera flashes from every direction. This attack was going to be in the X middle school paper and in the news broadcast.
The safety patrol quickly roped off the area not only to mark the crime scene, but also to make sure the crowd didn't get any closer. They needed to examine the area for evidence and didn't need all the reporters getting in their way.
After an attack the area was always swarming with reporters who wanted the story! Everyone on the Safety Patrol found the reporters around here to be a nuisance. They would keep asking the same question over and over until you finally gave them the answer.
That was the thing that ticked Ingrid off. She couldn't stand having people standing so close to her with cameras and asking her questions. She hated the way the reporters would stare at her and sometimes even start poking at her.
"Keep moving nothing to see here" A safety patrol said to all the reporters.
But the reporters and the camera crews wanted to get the story, so they pushed and shoved. It seemed like none of these reporters were going to leave until they got their story.
The members of the safety patrol who weren't busy started pushing the reporters back attempting to get everyone else to leave.
Principal Folsom's headache was quickly getting worse from all the reporters. She hated all of these cameras in her face too. The screams echoed in her head and she couldn't take it any longer.
"EVERYONE I WANT PEACE AND QUIET" Folsom barked. She'd been hit with paint buckets, paintballs, her wig had come off, and then her wig had come off in the process. Who wouldn't be extremely furious by this time?
Principal Folsom stood, dusted herself of and turned back to the safety patrol. Her eyes seemed to immediately go to Vallejo. Normally he was the very first person Principal Folsom called. Vallejo waited for Folsom to say it. Vallejo knew what was coming and he knew it wasn't going to be good.
She started walking towards Vallejo. "Commissioner Vallejo I want to see you in my office . . . NOW" Principal Folsom yelled. Vice Principal Raycliff and Vallejo followed her back to her office.
Wayne glanced over in Tehama's and Anza's direction to find they were inspecting the empty paint cans, which had been lying on the ground. Tehama and Anza seemed really interested in the paint cans.
"Tehama, did you find something?" Ingrid asked.
Tehama and Anza looked up to find Ingrid standing over them. Ingrid looked interested in what they might have found.
"There aren't any clues anywhere." Anza said, looking up at Ingrid.
That news really disappointed Ingrid. She'd been hoping to find some kind of clues out of in this attack.
"How is it possible to commit these crimes but not leave any sort of clue behind?" Ingrid asked.
Tehama and Anza couldn't answer her question. No one on the Safety patrol could actually answer Ingrid's question.
"I don't like this at all" Wayne said. He glanced towards the cart; the one Principal Folsom was always riding around school in. They already checked the cart, dusted it and examined it. There was nothing here for them to go on.
Wayne was extremely disappointed. He turned towards Ingrid. He found that Ingrid looked upset too. He and Ingrid had hoped too much would come out of this and got nothing. This was terrible.
Were they ever going to get clues or leads on how to find Fillmore and the gang he was with? Was that gang the ones that were doing all these attacks on innocent people? Wayne wished they knew!
This case was difficult; they needed something to help them out a little. Would that ever come their way? Would everyone just be kept in the dark forever?
"Unfortunately, I don't think we're going to get any more answers on this case today." Wayne said, sighing. "I think it might be best if we sleep on this case" Wayne said, looking over at Ingrid. "Ingrid? Are you all right?" Wayne asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. Since Fillmore had turned against everyone, he'd been worried about how Ingrid would react. She'd been quieter lately and he was getting worried.
"I'm fine" Ingrid answered him, in a soft voice. "Ingrid, I'm here if you want to talk" Wayne offered. Ingrid shook her head. "I'll just see you later" Ingrid said. Wayne watched as Ingrid disappeared down the hall.
To Be Continued A/n: B.T.W. {By the Way} I'm so sorry that it took longer than before to get this story on the board. I'd been having a little more trouble with my disks, but the good news is that I think my friend and I think we know what the problem is! –Yay! Okay everyone this is the important part of this a/n: I'm going to rewrite the first chapter of this story. It kind of looks funny for the first chapter to be different from the rest of the story. I was having this story spell and grammar checked. I hope it paid off! Hey how was my grammar and spelling in this chapter? Is it getting better? In your reviews could you guys also tell me if I'm loosing my touch? Hey could you tell me if this is like the TV show? I have a feeling ALL of you are absolutely going to love chapter 6! {I promise that chapter 6 will be much more interesting)