May 15, 9:13 A.M. Remnants of the Los Angeles Police Department
Detective Gumshoe was on the website for the Polaris Bandage Co. He looked through the order listings, and found that not very many people purchased bandages. He noticed immediately that a man named Richard Jacobson had purchased 14 surgical bandages the day when Pearl was kidnapped.
He thought, "That's peculiar. I better check this out."
He went to the website for the LAPD, and logged in. He entered the list for all of the citizens in Los Angeles. The records had been collected from an informal census that was conducted in January. He searched "Richard Jacobson" in the search bar.
A monotone sound played and a banner appeared.
It read: No entry found. Please check your keyword(s) and try again.
Gumshoe's suspicions were further heightened by this find. Now, he knew that there was no one in the whole city named "Richard Jacobson".
"If I'm right, then 'Richard Jacobson' is just an alias for the kidnapper! If only I could find an address! Then, I would be able to find him!"
He clicked the back arrow, and returned to the information that was listed. It stated that "Richard" lived on 3412 Chakley Place in Los Angeles.
Gumshoe yelled, "Yes! I've got him! It looks like Poor 'Richard' doesn't stand a chance against the police search squad! Then again, the kidnapped could be the Mad Bomber, de Killer the Second, or a minion of either. They'll have to be very careful."
May 15, 9:23 A.M. Los Angeles, 3412 Chakley Place
A 24 person SWAT team had materialized about 100 feet away from the front door, where they hid behind an armored police vehicle.
Gumshoe whispered, "When you pals approach the door, be careful. There could be somebody like the Mad Bomber or de Killer II who could shoot you from the window!"
One man answered, "Sir, we are wearing Kevlar vests and full body armor. We will not go down without a fight."
After the detective took his safe position behind the armored car, and gave the SWAT team "the signal", which was the motion of a man holding a gun.
The men rushed the door, and knocked lightly. When there was no answer, the men grabbed a metal pipe and rammed it into the door, which fell down with a thud. Seconds later, the SWAT members stormed the building, with their assault rifles armed.
The leader yelled, "POLICE SEARCH SQUAD!"
There was nobody on the upstairs level, so the men rampaged down into the basement level. Upon entering, they found a makeshift operating room with lights, anesthesia equipment, and heart monitors. Inside, Pearl was laying down on a bed, with the "surgeon" and his assistants on the other side of the room.
Pearl lifted her head and gasped in surprise and joy, while the "surgeon" and his cronies fell to the ground and put their hands up. The SWAT team slammed handcuffs and shackles on them, read them their Miranda rights, and took them upstairs. They loaded them both into the armored car, which drove away.
The SWAT team informed Gumshoe of the situation, and he proceed to go inside of the house, which was now empty. He entered the house, and went into the basement.
Pearl screamed, "Detective Dick! How did you know where I was?"
He replied, "It was the evidence that led me here."
She got off of the bed and walked out of the building, and sat on the sidewalk. After loading her into his vehicle, he got in and drove away. Gumshoe then took out his phone.
May 15, 9:30 A.M. Wright and Co. Law Offices
Phoenix was watching television when the office phone started ringing. He dashed over to it and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Pal, it's Detective Gumshoe."
"What is it, Detective?"
"We have good news and bad news."
"Yes?"
"The good news is that Pearl is now safe. We had a SWAT team raid the building she was being held hostage in."
"Well, what's the bad news?"
"The bad news is that the Mad Bomber is still at large."
"Still? Will the Mad Bomber ever be found?"
"We don't know, pal."
"So, where is Pearl?"
"She is sitting on a bench in the remnants of the LAPD."
"In Los Angeles?"
"Yes, in Los Angeles. Are you stupid? It's called the 'Los Angeles Police Department for a reason, you idiot!"
"Sorry. I had a small mental lapse."
"When will you be there?"
"I'll be there shortly."
"OK, good."
Phoenix ended the call and yelled, "Maya!"
She raced into the lobby. "Yes, Nick?"
"They found Pearly... alive..."
She yelled, "Oh, yeah! It was about time they did! Where is she?"
He answered, "Just follow me. We'll get there before long."
May 15, 9:36 A.M. Remnants of the Los Angeles Police Department
Phoenix and Maya walked into the charred remains of the department, where they found Pearl sitting on a bench.
Pearl yelled, "Mystic Maya!"
She ran over to her and collapsed into her arms, mumbling frantically. Phoenix noticed the stitches on her Pearl's neck first.
"Pearls, what did they do to you?"
She said, "They made me inhale this weird gas that made me sleepy, and I passed out. I woke up later to find these stitches in my neck."
Maya gasped, "That means that... they took something out of you, Pearly!"
Pearl clarified, "I heard them talking about this thing called a 'thy-roid'."
Phoenix yelled, "They took out some of your thyroid! They must want it for something! But what..."
She guessed, "Maybe they want to make a clone of me."
Maya giggled, "Pearls, they don't take use your thyroid to make clones. Human cloning isn't even possible."
She wondered, "Mystic Maya, what do you think happened?"
Maya instructed, "Pearl, I really haven't noticed this until now, but I have realized that you still refer to me as 'Mystic Maya', despite the fact that I am the Master. Therefore, I have thought that it would be a little more accurate if you called me 'Master Maya' from now on."
"So, Myst- er, Master Maya, do you think they took some of my thyroid for?"
She guessed, "Probably to get some hormone to increase the ability to stay awake or something. We probably will never know why they took some of your thyroid."
The three left for the safety of the law office.
However, they will soon realize that even the law office can not protect them from the wrath of the Mad Bomber...