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The car ride was dismally silent. Each person was avidly thinking about something.
For Jimmy, it was getting Rachel back... and Harley too... and the antidote...
For Kazuha, it was getting Harley back... and Rachel too...
For Serena, it was getting Rachel back. She had sooo much she needed to tell her! Like there was this cute guy at the mall last Saturday...
And for Sherry, it was how to make the drivers in front of her suddenly decide to let her pass them...
Chapter 10 (WOOHOO! Double digits!)
The ride was infinately longer than each expected. The awating task was not putting them at ease at all. And there was always the question...
What if we fail?...
Back in Tokyo, Inspector Maguire of the Tokyo police was sitting down to an interview with television reporter on the latest kidnapping case.
"This is it," Sherry said, pulling the car up in front of an old-looking building.
At the moment, the three teens in the car were feeling very sick to their stomachs.
"Are you gonna get out or not?" Sherry asked them.
They stared up at the building as it loomed over them, each getting out of the van that had been packed with the epuipment.
"Now remember, the panic button is for emergencies. Don't go pushing it if a rat runs over your foot,"
They nodded, each taking a deep breath.
Kazuha and Serena both started for the building, scouring for a way in. Jimmy turned to Ai.
"You should call Inspector Maguire," he told her. "We may need backup,"
Sherry nodded as Jimmy turned away.
Jimmy ran over to meet Kazuha and Serena, who were both ducking in the shadow of the building.
"What did you find?" Jimmy whispered to them.
"An air duct. It may take us to the floor that Rachel and Harley are on," Kazuha explained.
"Air ducts are not on the map, so we may have to split up to find the targets," Serena said. "I've always wanted to say that!" she squealed.
"About air ducts?" Kazuha questioned.
"No! The 'targets' part," Serena said, rolling her eyes.
"Whatever, just get the duct open!" Jimmy urged.
Kazuha pulled out a swiss army knife and began unscrewing the grate from the duct.
"...And I want to say that we never would have found them without the help of-" Inspector Meguire cut off as the phone in his office rang. "I'm sorry," he apologised to the reporter, Cynthia Strongarm. "I told the receptionist to take all my calls during this time, but I guess she didn't listen," he made a mental note to tell her off later.
"It's no problem. A policeman's work is never done. You can go answer it. I'll just converse with my cameraman," she smiled at Meguire.
He nodded, got up, and walked over to the phone.
"Hello, Tokyo police, Inspector Meguire speaking,"
"Inspector? Hello, my name is Sherry. I'm calling for Jimmy Kudo,"
"Jimmy Kudo? Oh, you won't find him here. I'd give you a telephone number, but he didn't leave one-"
"No! I meant I'm calling for Jimmy. As in, Jimmy told me to call,"
"Oh,... well what can I do for you, Sherry?"
"Kudo just wished me to inform you of a search and rescue he's undergoing now,"
"Really? A search and rescue?" Meguire repeated.
This caught the attention of some nearby officers and the TV reporter with her cameraman. She silently told him to start rolling the camera. He complied.
"Yes, it involves the kidnapping of one Rachel Moore and one Harley Hartwell,"
"WHAT?" Meguire shouted into the reciever. "Rachel Moore as in Richard Moore's daughter, and Harley Hartwell as in Inspector Hartwell's son!"
"So you know them?"
"Of course I know them! But that's not the point! What has Jimmy-"
"He's found that they've been taken by a secret crime organization, called the Black Organization. They took them to get back at Jimmy, who has some history with them. Jimmy has found there whereabouts and is currently attempting to rescue them with Kazuha Toyama and Serena Sebastian. He has asked me to request backup,"
"Of course, we'll do what we can. I'll need the address,"
"It's an abandoned Sebastian Inc. warehouse in Urawa. I know that is not your district, but Jimmy specifically requested you,"
"Warehouse in Urawa," he repeated writing it down. "I'll be there in about twenty minutes with my best men,"
"Your cooperation is greatly appreciated," she said, hanging up.
"Takagi! Satou!" Meguire yelled after hanging up. "I need your squads immediately. Someone work on getting a warrant for the abandoned Sebastian Inc. warehouse in Urawa! I want everyone to be in the squad cars and out of here in two minutes!"
"Inspector?" Takagi asked. "What's this about?"
"Detective Richard Moore's daughter and Inspector Hartwell's son have been kidnapped!"
"But sir! Urawa's not our district!"
"Does it matter? Kudo's on the trail, but he wants backup! And I intend to give it to him. He's never been wrong before, has he?"
"No, sir!" Takagi saluted, and then left to get his squad straightened.
"Did you hear that?" Cynthia whispered to her cameraman, Craig. "It's a breaking news story! I'll finally be on the map! Get to the van! We have to tell the station about this! Maybe they'll even let me cover the breaking story!" she squealed, earning the attention of several officers.
"Ehe," she sweatdropped, and then shoved Craig. "To the van!"
Rachel Moore groggily opened her eyes. The scenery had changed from her last surroundings. The soup was churning unsteadily in her stomach.
The soup!
Rachel's eyes flew open at the remembrance of her drugged soup. She tried to sit up, but found she couldn't because 1) she couldn't move and 2) she wasn't lying down anyway.
Actually, Rachel was chained against a propped-up wall on a platform, spread-eagled. She struggled against her bonds, but they wouldn't yield.
"Hey! She's awake!" came a male voice from not too far away.
"Good, then we may begin the festivities," came a surprising voice to Rachel. It surprised her because it was... feminine.
She turned her head to see where the voice was coming from, finding the only female in the room standing on a landing right in front of her. Behind the woman was a winged-back chair.
"Good evening, Rachel Moore," she began. "My name is... well it doesn't really matter does it? The point is, you have been a very naughty girl. And my staff doesn't appreciate it,"
"Where's Harley?" she demanded.
"He's fine," she said. A spotlight illuminated a bound and gagged Harley in chains, but on the floor, and not hooked to a... wall. "I figured he might want to watch the show,"
"Show?" Rachel questioned.
"Indeed," the strange woman replied. "I figured it would be a waste of feminity if you were still a virgin when we killed you. So, I gathered up some of the boys, and they elected someone to do the honors,"
A spotlight illuminated a dark, yet familiar face.
Whiskey.
"Ugh!" a very annoyed Serena exclaimed.
Kazuha and Jimmy had split from Serena when the tunnel brancked out. Serena went right, Jimmy and Kazuha stayed straight.
"Ow!" she said as she hit her head on the duct. She turned the corner, rubbing the sore spot. "How come I had to go this way?" she pouted, although no one could hear her.
Suddenly, a light at the other end of the duct caught her eye. "Hey! Light!" she said, and started for it.
"Of course you have permission!" an eager man said over the phone to two people in a van. "Gimme your teaser and we'll put it on right now!"
The woman smiled as she pressed a button on the computer, sending the video stream.
The man on the other end smiled as he watched it. "Very good," he said.
And then he pushed a button.
The television that was turned on behind the man and woman in the van suddenly changed from its originally scheduled programming.
Breaking News
"We have recieved word from the Tokyo police that another kidnapping has taken place. This one involves the daughter of the famous detective Richard Moore-"
A relatively-sober man spat out his coffee at the television. He grabbed the set, tilting it closer to his face. He listened intently to the story, even though it had interrupted his favorite Yoko Okino movie.
"-Rachel Moore. The other person kidnapped is one Harley-"
Another man, sitting in a police station in Okinawa, grabbed his television set too. His eyes burned into the screen as the reporter continued
"-Hartwell, son of a police chief in the Osaka area. The two are said to be held at a warehouse currently out of use in Urawa-"
A woman not too far away ran from the television set, still listening intently as she grabbed a coat on the rack and cursed her husband for being so careless of their daughter.
"-We have also been informed that Jimmy Kudo, the high-school detective who mysteriously disappeared for a while, is on the case-"
The woman froze at that, on her way out the door, and allowed herself a small smile. Although she had been hard on Jimmy when he was little, she'd known him for all his life, and had no doubt that he would get to Rachel, whatever the cost.
The woman back in the van smiled as her own voice died from the TV.
"-Stay tuned for more live coverage, later today,"
After the report ended, she turned to the man sitting next to her. "We did a good job," she said to him. He smiled. "Now drive this van to Urawa!" she barked at him.
He immediately scrambled from his current seat in the back of the van to get to the steering wheel.
"You'd better not be looking up my skirt, Jimmy Kudo!" Kazuha shouted back at Jimmy, who was crawling behind her in the air duct.
"Kazuha," Jimmy responded, rolling his eyes, "One: I can't see anything in this duct, and two: even if I could, there's much more at stake here than your dignity,"
Kazuha blushed, even though Jimmy couldn't see. Then, a light caught her attention. "Hey," she hissed, "What's that?"
"What?" Jimmy asked. "I can't see anything!"
"There's a light up there," Kazuha said.
"It's probably a grate," Jimmy replied.
As they neared the grate, voices emanated from below. They caught whisps of the conversation.
"...Yeah! Whiskey's gonna do it!..."
"...She had it coming,..."
"...I mean, did you hear what she did!..."
The teens huddled around the grate, anxious to hear more.
"...And we get to watch..."
"...They're in there right now, telling her..."
"You may come in," a voice boomed above all the rest.
"...I can't wait!..."
"...It's been a along time since we've seen something like this!..."
A loud hissing noise indicated that automatic doors were opening.
"It's gotta be Rachel," Kazuha hissed to Jimmy.
"Let's go," Jimmy said, kicking out the grate.
He jumped down into the hall, sticking a foot in the door so it wouldn't close all the way. He held out a hand to Kazuha, who came down after him.
"Come on," Jimmy whispered to her, pushing the door open so they could slip through.
They ducked behind a pile of unused bricks as they looked around the room. The sight surprised them, but they refrained from letting out any cries.
"You promised me some fun, and play time-" Whiskey said dangerously. "-Starts now,"
Rachel's eyes widened.
He slipped a hand into his pocket, drawing out something red.
He pressed a button.
Out of the red thing came the sharp blade of a jacknife.
Her eyes went, if possible, wider.
He advanced toward her slowly, his face becoming more crazed as he neared her, eyeing her curves and thinking of the fun he was about to have. His smile grew with every passing step and Rachel would have curled into the fetal position if she could.
He came close, as close as he dared for now and smiled at her, a crazed madman's smile.
She cringed.
He turned back around to the audience of men behind a wall of glass, all in the same uniform, that had come to watch. They cheered him on and Rachel caught a glimpse of Harley's horrified face before her view was blocked by Whiskey.
He reached out a hand, touching the skin of her arm. She winced as he did so, his rough hand scraping against her smooth muscles.
His hands traced up her arm, connecting with the shoulder-sleeves of her tank-top, and sliding his fingers under the fabric, passing over her bra-strap. He brought the hand with the knife up toward the spot, cutting the fabric apart.
He turned back to the cheering audience as the shirt fabric fell away, revealing some of her skin and exposing said bra-strap, and even some of the top of the bra.
He turned back again, his face contorted with delight. He brought both hands up again to her other arm, cutting loose the sleeve and letting the top fall off, sliding down until it stopped on the shelf of her chest.
Rachel was horrified.
He turned around again, gesturing triuphantly to the audience, who cheered louder. They became quiet once again as he turned back to her.
Her eyes pleaded with him, looking for something that could make him stop. But he ignored her eyes and set his sights on her waist.
He slipped a hand down to the trim of her shirt and slid it under, feeling for the first time the smooth tone of her stomach. The knife came down afterward, tearing a rip all the way up her shirt and letting the piece of clothing fall to the ground. It exposed her chest and the whole of the black lacy bra.
He looked longingly at her torso, wishing he could touch it, but he knew that to make this fun for even the audience, he'd have to go lower.
Sneaking his eyes down to her skirt, he kneeled down, taking off her shoes and knee socks.
He then drew his hands up her legs to her thighs, and flicked up the short pleated skirt to show a small amount of what was underneath. He smiled as he dug his hand under the waist of the skirt. He took the knife and drew it downward, slicing a tear down it.
And the piece fell, leaving Rachel only in her scanties.
She shivered at the cold on her bare skin unused to the feeling.
Whiskey smiled upon seeing her and, after recieving due applause from the audience, turned to her with a glint in his eye.
Almost in slow motion, his hand reached out to take off the lacy bra.
She had never imagined anything like this happening to her. Well, she had, but it wasn't with this guy and it was definately on different circumstances.
'Jimmy...'
His hand was centimeters away.
All at once, a flying object came and hit him in the face.
"Don't you dare touch her,"
TBC!
Haha! Who is Rachel's miraculous saviour? And if you don't know, you don't payvery much attention to details.
I'm sorry for such a late update, really I am. School started this week and... well y'know. Not much time to write, too much schoolwork, yadda yadda yadda.
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