Disclaimer: The KND does not belong to me, if it did Warburton would eat me for desacrating his show or something.
Author note: Also note guys, this story has a soundtrack. It's the things in double paranthesis. If you revew the story at the bottome tell me if you're interested in the soundtrack. Dont forget to give me your e-mail. Also note that I don't own any of the songs.
Traces. Chapter two: "A little ride"
I've been after Shaunies trace for a while now. All I've found is that he's in adult hands now. It's way beyond my reach and I should call backup, yet Fanny told me not to. She was very strict and precise about this. I should be worried about that, in fact, I am; the whole deal smells like a burnt bread castle; it could going to 'crumb'-le on you any second now. She gave me the Oddest Command, however...
((Sinnerman - Nina)) She asked me to go undercover; she said she'd even cover all my paperwork and authorizations. Works for me; she outranks numbuh One. And thus here I am: Giving out a password to a toll booth with no car. They are supposed to pick me up here. Hope the detective hat doesn't look too conspicuous. I've checked my mustache too many times already; can't do it again or it might looks suspicious.
"I've come to work..." I look around twice before continuing. "...'Overtime'." I tell the guy in the booth. His expression changes to a serious one and he makes a call in a cell phone. He never replies to me, but the gesture is all the reply I need; God knows I didn't take body-language in the academy for it to be useless in the back of my brain. I had gym classes for that.
A limo parks in the tow booth after a couple of hours, the driver pays the toll as the door before me swings open and a pair of hands grab me and pull me in. Like father like daughter, they treated me like garbage. I really expected Mr. Boss to be sitting in front of me.
"Hello Boss" I try to shake his hand in the buffest voice I can manage, and that's not saying much. The guys who dragged me in stop me and pull my arm twisting it around and slamming me against the seat, upside down. They frisk me, I should have guessed.
"What are you doing with a crayon pistol? Nice try, kid." They pull the small pistol from my ankle and under my pants. I knew they'd see it in my pocket.
"Where's Shaunie?" I yell from my uncomfortable position. No use keeping a pretense they wouldn't buy.
Mr. Boss just laughs at me. "I take it Fanny sent you, very chivalrous kid, do you have any idea of what's going on at all or did she pull ranks on you?" I didn't fancy being called vermin to my face or to any part of my body; and he just called me vermin to my butt now that I'm flipped like this.
Oh yeah, Fanny's his daughter... Allow me to strike a nerve... "She pulled out a lot more, if that's what you mean". Ooh he didn't like that... Ooh I should not have SAID that... Or at least those are my thoughts at my own pistol pointed at my face... Oh it looks pretty, I made it ya know. They flip me to a sitting position now that I'm cuffed. I face him; he's a lot more annoyed then I thought he'd be. They rip the mustache from my face. Here's a hint for you all, never ever stick something with your face with glue. Now, I took it like a kid of course! I AM a Kids Next Door operative. "OW! That HURT!" I glare butter knives at the guy who pulled it off.
"So kid, do you know what's happening?" He's asking that too much. I could say yes, and he'd follow along and let me know, or he could consider I know too much... and I just don't want to walk down that road, I know exactly were it ends, and I don't like feeling 'under the dirt' (7 feet to be exact).
"I'm only here to pick Shaunie up, it's 'past curfew' for you to be playing with him." Fair enough, it's not a 'don't kill me' but it's not a 'yo mama' either.
"I'm his father, and I say when past curfew is." Did he say that to an operative? I'm just glad Numbuh One wasn't here to hear this... what am I saying, I'd give my kidney to have Numbuh One here to get me out of this mess.
"Well... That is if you don't want the evidence of what's happening to get out..." I speculate. Stupid stupid Hoagie, NOW he's gonna kill you.
"I should kill you right now, smart-kid!" Came the dreaded reply.