Ha! I am back! After quite some wait too, eh? Oh well. Kudos to everybody who reviewed the last chapter, and the beginning of Glass! I know that one's been going slow, but I'll get there!!
Disclaimer: INFERNAL LAWYERS! FEEL THE WRATH OF MY FAVORITE ANIME CHARACTERS AND FELLOW AUTHORESSES!!!!!!
Jen: **rolls eyes** Oh sheesh. Not you again! (j/k Jen!)
Joey's girl: **glomps Joey Wheeler plushie** YAY!
Oriana: How come I have to do it?!
Speed: **sips soda** Oh, you mean me?
Legato: It doesn't matter much to me. ALL YOU MORTALS WILL DIE SOON ANYWAY!
Rowen: She doesn't own a thing. (to readers) But don't tell her that. She's touchy.
ASW: Why do I even bother…
Trixie expertly guided her helicopter down near the morgue. She and the police force had agreed that it would be best if she "parked" out of sight from Jarrett, at least until they had the position of everyone inside. This was going to be a tough mission, and probably the most important one she would ever perform. Not that the citizens were helping any. Nearly a hundred people had shown up and were watching the comings and goings of the police with wide eyes and even wider camera lenses.
Her headset crackled and a voice made itself clear. "Heroine17, come in Heroine 17!"
"I hear you Daddy4." She almost laughed with the ridiculousness of the all to necessary names. It was funny. It would have been a lot funnier if Speed would have been on the other end of the line.
"Okay, what we need you to do first, when you get up there, is locate Speed. Once we have him safely out of range, we can blow Jarrett from here to hell." Inspector Detector's voice was venomous.
"Okay."
"Now where are you precisely?"
"About an eighth of a mile from the morgue." She could see the big black building looming ominously in the setting sunlight.
"Trixie, hold on a minute. Jarrett's stuck his head out the window again." She felt her throat constrict with hate. She wanted to stab the eyes out of that lying little freak.
"I'll be here." The link fizzed with static. Ten minutes passed, then fifteen, then twenty. Finally she rang in. "Inspector Detector?" She immediately corrected herself. "Daddy4? Daddy4? Are you there?" No answer. Panic fluttered in her stomach. What if…well, there were just too many what ifs to bother thinking up just one.
Finally- "Trix-I mean Heroine17. I'm here." Inspector Detector's voice sounded secretive, as though he were hiding something from her.
"What's wrong?" Chills ran up her spine and through her arms.
A sigh and a whisper on the other end of the line. "Heroine17…Speed's drugged."
She smiled with relief. "Is that all? No big deal!"
"No! No, that's not all! And it's certainly not 'no big deal'! Not only is Speed drugged and dead weight, but Jarrett's got himself a bomb. And if we don't give into his demands, he'll blow them all into kingdom come!
Her eyes widened. "But…Speed!"
"Exactly! This is going to be a lot harder than it originally was. This morgue is on a city block! People are going to die if we make the slightest mistake." Silence. "Understand?"
"Y-yes." She felt like crying, or throwing up, or something. "When do you want me there?"
"Right now. I'll keep Jarrett talking. Good luck."
Trixie cut off her link. Okay, Trixie. Nice and slow. Like the time you fished Speed out of the Mach 5 when he crashed into the oce- no. Don't think about him right now. Just think about what you have to do. She choked down her tears of nostalgia and lifted her copter above the treetops. Showtime.
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Jarrett lifted his son's hand and measured it against his. It was slightly smaller, except for the thumb, which was longer. He could hear the police talking to some person named Heroine17 through the walkie-talkie he had bough last weekend. He had caught a glimpse of the link number on Inspector Detector's and quickly tuned his in the same channel. It had been a rather entertaining conversation, with lots of emotion. Maybe this Heroine17 person would like to be his new girlfriend.
He smiled. She sounded young, and caring. Nothing at all like his wife.
George Ortega came over. "Gee, who would ever have thought it? The great Speed Racer, really the son of a felon?" Unfortunetly for George, he spoke out loud.
"Felon?!" Jarrett hissed. "Who is a felon?! I am only a concerned parent, trying to keep his son safe from those crazy lunatics out there! Did you know, they let him drive at age 13?! That kind of a car, going 200 miles an hour at it's slowest? Taking my son away from me, lying to him, telling him stories about how cute he was when he was a baby? Now you tell me, who's the felon?!" He shoved George to the floor, watched him as he crawled across the floor to the opposite side of the room.
Speed stirred and made a small mewing sound. Jarrett looked back at him, bent, and stroked his cheek gently. "Hush little baby…." He struggled to remember the words. "Don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a racing car. And if that racing car won't run, daddy's gonna buy you a brand new gun. And if that gun doesn't do the trick, daddy's gonna use a big red brick…" He trailed off and fell silent for a while. He lay down next to his son. "Soon, Aurin. It'll be just you and me, Aurin-chan. Especially if the big red brick works on the Racers." He laughed and kissed his son's cheek. He picked up his song where he had left off, his voice carrying on the air, lingering there until the sun went down and the last ray of sunlight disappeared.
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Yes, I know! Toatally pointless. But I wanted to get to nightfall in my story, and I needed to keep you all occupied until then! ***thumbs through notes** Oh yes, and I know that legal documents have more than one copy, and that my characterization is really off, and I know I have a lot of problems I need to get through, but I was stewing across how to fix it and decided to just continue on. You've all liked it so far, so why not go on! Thanks to the people who offered constructive criticism!!!!! Please review!!!!!!1
--Aeroshockwave