A/N, Hey what's up I'm here to get the third chapter rolling
Disclaimer: I own noone but John Haymen
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Sunrise broke through the windows of Mystery Inc Headquarters. Scooby tossed and turned at the edge of Shaggy's bed, causing him to have a fall off the bed while asleep experiance. He groggily got up, shook himself off and trotted downstairs for his breakfast. On his way down he noticed Daphne blindly walk into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Fred, Velma and shaggy soon followed and went downstairs.
Scooby went over to the fridge and reached for his box of Sugar Flakes, got a bowl and milk and went over to the table to eat. After finishing he donned a chef's hat and got out pancake mix, poured the batter on the sizzleing grill and started breakfast for everyone.
Shaggy walked in to see his best friend on his hind legs flipping hot cakes over a grill.
"Morning Scoob, hey smells good."
"Ranks, Ri rust reed to...rooowww!" Scooby said as he accidently put his paw on the grill. "Row, Row!" He cried, shaking his paw furiously to make the pain stop. "Here buddy, this'll help." Shaggy put a bag of ice on Scooby's paw to stop the burning. "Raawwww." He exhaled slowly.
"Morning Shaggy, Morning Scooby." Daphne and Velma said on their way in and taking a seat at the table. Fredcame in dragging his feet, his hair in bedhead style, ascot astew. After everyone was at the table Scooby set down the food and everyone dished themselves up.
Fred was the first to speak, "You know, we have gone through alot of given information and gotten practically nothing. We need a new approach."
Velma,"Sounds like you already have one."
Daphne, "Yeah Fred spill it, oh and here's a comb."
"Shut up Daphne, sheesh." he said jokingly.
"Okay, well see, we only looked in places that we were used to. I think we should try to get information by one of our old cases."
"But Fred, half of them are in jail and the others could be anywhere. It could take forever to find them." Shaggy argued.
"No, not necessarily. See, We know the parole officers of most of the current residents of Coolsville and all we'd have to do is find where they are and talk to them."
Velma spoke up, "You think even if they knew anything, they would just hand over the information?"
"No, but I'm sure their bosses wouldn't be too impressed with their old lifestyles. That should make em talk." Fred said confidentally.
"Well then, sounds like a plan." Shaggy said, not entirely enjoying the thought of talking to old criminals, but he would go along with it. Scooby shivered from the memories of the nutjobes in costumes.
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"hm,hmm, hm,hmm." Muttered John as he sat at the desk flipping through a phone book, high lighting various names and addresses. After finding what he needed in the book, he threw it in the incinerator, police didn't deserve clues or leads in his book, so security and evidence was a high priority. Walking over to a dresser he opened the first drawer and pulled out some chloroform and a cloth, he had to be silent and stealth orhis new"partner", would cause alot of uneeded problems for him.
The second drawer down he pulled out a silenced 44. pistol, just in case anything DID go wrong.
Sticking both in the inside pockets of his trenchcoat, he put on his black leather gloves and grabbed a black fisherman hat to keep his long dark brown hair out of his eyes. He walked to his blue Chevrolet pickup truck, which he had recently attached a roof onto the bed for his kidnapping. He drove down a few miles into the suburbs of the city until he found the address he was looking for. Parking the truck on the side of the street a few houses before his destination, he shut off the engine and began the Waiting game. Had it not been for his subject's car to be parked outside the house, he would have climbed though a window of the house and waited there. But instead he chose to hide in the car's backseat...
and waited...
and waited...
and waited...
ate a sandwich whilehe waited...
By six o clockon the following day, John finally couldfinally hear footsteps approaching the car, thankfully it was the husband, had it been the wife, this would be ackward. The driver didn't even look in the backseat or for that matter look back at all as he got in and started the car. Just as he Began to shift, a chloroform soaked cloth slammed into his mouth and nose. He was a strong man, John gave him that, but soon enough the chloroform took effect and the man fell back in his seat limply. pulling him out of the car, Johnflung his limp body onto his shoulder andstarted back towards his car. Luck is something rare at times and this was not John's time.As he stuck the uncouncious man in the bed of his truck, a curious police rookie decided to stop him.
"Hey pal, what do think you're doing here?" John growled under his breath before turning to the police officer.
"I'm just...in the neighborhood." he said half way snappy.
"Yeah, well, what were youstuffingin the back here, looked pretty heavy."
"Oh, you want to see what's inside, well by all means, letme show you." John replied as he opened the backend of the truck.
Theyoung police officer looked at the sleeping man in the back, "What the fu-"That was all he gotout as he turned to face John, but instead came face to face with a sliencer. "What indeed." John said as he shot theofficer in the head and threw him in the truck. Walking over to thepolice car, he reached inside and took the Police scanner and laptop. He kept the scanner, but decided to crush the laptop into pieces, the officer may have typed his truck licenseplate number into it, and noone could have that private information.
Getting into the truck he started the engine and drove off, carefull to goexactly the speed limit.What he had in store for the still livingman in the back,a simple buisness proposition, but he still needed a place to dump the body, but where?He had all day to think about that, but for right now, home seemed the safest place for all three of them.
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A/n, Well, here is chapter three for you all, Please review I beg of you and I hate to beg because it lessons the pride of most people. R&R.