"The partially, nearly Naked Gun 3 : 'They Saved Crumpf's Brain'..."

Summary: Frank Drebbin is out of retirement and on the case when he learns the fanatical former president and loser candidate Fred Crumpf may not be quite as dead as he left him and he and/or his crazies including his family threaten the newly elected President Woodrowmina Wilson.

Of course, Nordberg is no longer on the squad because of, well, we never talk about that...

Part XX...

Venice Beach complex of forty-eight year old, rather good-looking in a grimly no-nonsense, humorless way, Dr. Everett Barton…Eminent neurosurgeon with a rather select if two-tier clientele.

The uber-rich seeking the high tech and high-priced cures and treatments they felt entitled to…

Those special patients selected and sent by other neurologists, primarily but not limited to, Werner Beck. Often treated at high discount or even free, such was Barton's "humanitarian" spirit.

However the not really too good doctor had at last met karma in the form of a team of four of Director Bailey's agents…Whom he was attempting to face down while trying to conceal and complete the ordered destruction of all his records.

Though perhaps somewhat naively hopeful his work for the Cause had made he himself too valuable to "destroy" like the records…

Naturally willing to die for the Cause as he was…

Really…

Though considering the benefits his continued existence could bring said Cause…Seemed to him a foolish waste.

"You've no right to be digging around in my patients' records!" he fumed at one agent currently combing his paper files. Two others examining his computer carefully.

"We have a warrant, doctor." A curtly effective young female agent in suit noted to him as she continued to scan his computer. "You have a virus, I see. Lets see what we can do about that. Jeremy?" she turned to her fellow agent. "Pass me the other drive."

The young man in black nodding and reaching into a briefcase to remove the requested drive which she replaced her current flash drive with the new.

"This should help." She noted.

"I demand you cease this!" Barton fumed. "That is my personal property and those are confidential files!"

"Sorry, sir. And you are under arrest…" the female agent coolly noted. "Jeremy?"

"Hey, excuse me?!" Lorelei in leather jacket, prominent FBI badge pinned. "Loren Reynolds from the Bureau? I was told I could find the team leader here?" she asked. "No need for the hardware, guys." She noted to the three agents who'd pulled guns on her. "FBI here." She indicated the badge.

"That's me…May we see your credentials?" the female agent at the computer asked, keeping gun trained.

"Certainly…" Lorelei "Loren" reached into side pocket, pulling a packet provided her by Banner's people the evening before for just such an eventuality, which she handed over to the young male agent, Jeremy.

"Would have been here sooner, we got the tap late and traffic's a bitch at this hour." Lorelei noted. "Rest of the team should be here shortly."

"Your credentials seem in order. Jeremy, call and confirm with the Department." The female agent nodded after quickly eyeing the document Jeremy held up for her. "A moment please…" she noted to Lorelei who nodded as she stood looking about the room in what she intended as an alert, sharp…FBI…Manner..

"Standard procedure, I understand." Lorelei nodded.

"Confirmed…" Jeremy noted. "Loren Reynolds, LA office…FBI… Local office has been called in."

And should be here in just a few, so lemme wrap this up quick, fellas…Lorelei thought, smiling.

"As I say, the Office sent us over, the others should be here in ten or so. How can I help?" she asked.

"You, FBI?" Dr. Barton, angrily. "I demand this unlawful search cease and desist! At once!"

"Sorry, doctor…" Lorelei, stern look replacing smile. "These folks are in charge and I'm sure have all necessary authority."

"Agent Reynolds? We need to maintain this as need to know. Can you secure the perimeter in the hallway?" the female agent asked her. "We're trying to finish this quickly to get the doctor and his files out to protective custody. We anticipate a possible attempt on the doctor's life."

"On my life?" Barton stared. "This is insane!...Who'd want to kill me?"

Great question, pal, Lorelai thought. Answer being right here…

"Well, a team is with Dr. Barton now…" Marjorie told Frank and Ed as she drove, she listening to report over earbud. "We may have gotten lucky with this one, the team leader believes she's managed to save a good part of his files…"

"If he's one of them…"Ed sighed from the back.

"She says a preliminary overview of certain of his files suggests he's been carrying out unnecessary brain surgery. I'd say we have our Nazi." She noted.

"Good…" Ed, grimly. "Can't wait to meet him."

Lorelei carefully checking the hallway, in what she hoped was a thorough FBI way. Taking position…

"All right, people. The LAPD will be here soon as well as our FBI colleagues…" the team leader had emerged from the office, followed by her staff, Jeremy leading a still protesting Dr. Barton out.

"Lets get the doctor and this material out to the van and get going. I will stay to explain as necessary." She announced. "All secure?" she asked Lorelei, who nodded curtly…

Very F…B…I ly. I should consider putting in an application, she thought.

Ok, let everyone out, then…She nodded to the three agents passing,eyeing coolly.

"Hands in the air." The team leader coldly told her, gun trained.

"What? " Lorelei stared. Raising hands. "Ma'am…?"

She couldn't be on to me? After my fine performance?

"You heard me. In the air. Sorry if you're legit, Ms. Reynolds but your arrival is a bit suspicious. I want to be certain."

"Sure…I get it. National Security, need to know…I'm good with it, I get it."

"I don't think you do, Ms. Wilmore." Smile. "I was told to expect you and possibly passing yourself off as an FBI agent." Keeping gun trained…

"Really? Ms. Who?" Lorelei paused.

"I'm a prototype, you might say…Infiltrated into the Department's team. It wasn't fortune that you got me and not the team sent to Dr. Bailey. Are you ready to secure Dr. Barton and his records? Or do I have to?" she eyed Lorelei. Tightening grip on gun.

This is really kinda humiliating…Lorelei thought. That Mr. Banner might think we needed help. Still…She could just be…

"I don't know what you mean, miss. But if you're saying you're a traitor…" Lorelei, rather sternly.

"I understand, but we've not much time. Here's my proof…" the woman tossed a picture of Banner with a young man.

"O…K…" Lorelei nodded.

"The man…Is me…" the young woman smiled. "And you know Deputy Leader Banner. Now we have no time for games. Do I have to kill Barton or…"

Explosion from outside…

Lorelei swiftly pulling gun on the woman as her aim was shaken…Who smiled.

"Well done." The woman nodded. "Now, shoot me…Preferably, not fatally and…Run…"