Authors' Note: We have come to the end of this part. Thank you to all of you who have read it and enjoyed it. :) I'll be posting the next installment soon which is set during Halloween. For a preview check out the image mix on my profile. Now for a quick reply to one of our faithful reviewers. :)
Garine: Thanks luv! That's one of my favorite moments as well, Drowsy is awesome with the characters she writes. I bow to her awesomeness.
Now on with the show!
Hannibal was waiting with his lion's gear, by the cage. There was really no lion, and underneath the cage was one of the center's emergency evacuation exits, which Murdock had been hiding underneath. Once Lynch brushed aside the curtain and stepped inside, he'd scream and fall...then they'd close the gate, whip off the curtain, and both he - and the 'lion' - would have vanished!
"In you go!" Charissa gave him a small pat to the back as she stepped away and B.A. moved in to make sure he didn't try to back out.
"Let's go fool, people are waitin' to see you disappear." The Sergeant was highly amused as he stood there and made sure Lynch got into the cage.
"You will all pay for this." He growled, stepped backwards when suddenly he was falling, "What the!" Anything else he said was lost as he fell through the hole in the floor and down.
Charissa smirked as she sauntered to the front of the cage and got the crowd to eagerly count to three before she pulled the cover from the cage, "Presto!" She smiled and bowed as the crowd cheered at the quote trick they had just performed.
Murdock was happy to shove his black helmet on top of Lynch's head immediately.
"HEY! WHAT - I'LL HAVE ALL OF YOU FOR THIS!" was the muffled roar of indignancy as Murdock quickly bound him with trick rope. It was soft against the skin, but wouldn't give.
"Have who?" Murdock knocked on the helmet. "Who's there?"
Charissa followed the guys below once they had wrapped the show up a smirk on her face as she saw Murdock had already tied Lynch up, "You get all the fun Murdock." She teased and wondered what they were going to do with Lynch now that they caught him.
"How long do y'all think we got b'fore someone starts looking for him?" B.A. questioned, checking Murdock's knots to make sure their captive wasn't getting loose anytime soon.
"As soon as everyone's gone, put him back in the cage." Hannibal was admiring Murdock's work. "Very nice. And Lynch, I didn't realize you were a boxers man." He was indeed. The agent had black silk boxers with little yellow happy faces. "Nice touch, Murdock."
Lynch frowned and realized he had been stripped, "You're hilarious Smith. You all realize this is harassment." He was struggling against his bonds, but it was no use, "This isn't over!" He wasn't happy, "You may have won a battle but you haven't won the war gentlemen."
"Excuse me?" Charissa arched a brow, not overly pleased at being excluded.
"Oh sorry, Lady… for lack of a lesser term and gentlemen." Lynch turned in her direction, trying to shrug the damned helmet off, "This only makes me all the more determined now, I hope you realize this. Nowhere is safe for you. No where."
B.A. laughed, "Yeah, yeah. Tell us somethin' we don't know Fool." He moved off to go see if everyone was gone yet.
Charissa meanwhile was looking Lynch over slowly, "You've got some legs there, jog every morning?"
"Four am, every day Captain." He was already working up ideas on how to make her life miserable; she'd be the easiest to handle first. Of course he couldn't just go and have her charged for something without reasonable proof but at some point he'd get it and she'd go down with the rest of them.
Face smirked and grabbed the lion tamer's whip. "Now in." he cracked the whip and pointed to the cage. Everyone had gone home and they were alone in the room. "And don't call us - we'll call you."
B.A. having returned to give them the go ahead escorted him back into the cage, keeping an eye on Face and his whip, "Careful where you aim that Faceman." He warned as he helped the good Colonel Lynch into his cage.
"Enjoy it while you can Peck, next time it'll be you being put behind bars." Lynch warned venomously.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Charissa arched a curious brow knowing that working a whip wasn't easy and usually resulted in amusing injuries if you didn't know what you were doing.
Face shot a glance at Hannibal, who merely grinned around the new cigar between his teeth. He lit it up in silence while Face shot another glance at Charissa, then made a motion of zipping his lips.
"Let's just say he learned from the master. We call him Indiana Face!"
Charissa shook her head slowly, "More like Face, man of mystery." She mused, "If it wasn't for the fact it's part of your allure I'd figure out how to learn all your secrets."
"Somehow I doubt you really wanna know everythin' bout the man, Girl." B.A. chimed in as he shut the cage and slid the lock into place, "There's prolly some things you're better off not knowin'." He gave an affirmative nod, he figured he knew less than she did and he planned on very much keeping it that way.
"Good point. Now let's get out of here, these fishnet tights are well… tight." She muttered pulling at them a little, "Now I know why I've never bothered wearing them or any other kind of hose wear."
"Can't wait to get you out of those." Face teased in her ear, as the others laughed and walked off with them, leaving Lynch to rant behind them from his cage.
"I'll get you for this, if it's the last thing I do!"
Blackout- Linkin Park (Small fight/arguement between Face and Charissa)
We Are Broken- Paramore (Arguement aftermath)
The Only Way (Is the Wrong Way)- Filter (Face's Theme)
Eclipse (All Yours)- Metro (Charissa's Theme)
An amusing ending and no this is not the last we'll see of Colonel Lynch, however the next few installments he will be absent. Our first story after the first of the year will have the good Colonel in it some how, promise.
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