"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 XXVI…

"So…You'll want me in Oakland…After my shift here?" Lorelai in nurse's uniform on desk phone, apologetic look to senior duty nurse at station…The same station near Jane's room at LA General.

"Ok. Soon as I as can…" Lorelai noted. "Thanks." She pressed button.

"Sorry…The agency will be needing me again later, after this shift ends and they wanted to give me the details. The life of a prn nurse, I tell ya." Smile.

"Yeah…They're keeping you busy. And so is our patient in room 1122B. She's buzzing again."

"I'll get right to it." Lorelai nodded. Turning to head down the hall.

Neat that I really did get a nursing degree years ago and have done prn work. Hey, ya never know when murder will hit a dry spell. Got keep your options open, plus it's excellent cover.

Though frankly, our Officer Drebbin seems to have nine lives. Well, nothing the Killmore Girls like more than a challenge.

And a good cup of coffee and a decent bagel or burger and fries.

"How the patient…?" she eyed Rory in bed in 1122B.

"I've been better…" the girl turned from viewing the room TV as Lorelai closed door.

"Please not the sponge bath…Again."

"Hey…That brought some very fond memories of my little girl, in her widdle tub…Not to mention, the sink."

"Not the sink stories again…" sigh.

"Ok…If anyone knocks we'll say you needed to go. Your chart…Or rather the late Mrs. Calderson…Says you need assistance."

"The 'late'? I don't remember icing anyone. Mom? Did you ice someone sick to get me in here?" mock reproving tone.

"Rory Wilmore. I'm an actual certified nurse. I have a sacred calling. I don't ice patients…Unless they can finger me or they're my target. Mrs. Calderson, poor thing, passed away a week ago in the cardiology wing. I just got creative with the online hospital records. It's good practice in breaking encryption and I can spare a few minutes to avoid an unnecessary murder. Sadly…" sigh. "That could not be done in the case of June Koster, PRN, new to LA. Had to do her in, poor thing. But I had to have someone new at LA General."

"A pity there always has to be some collateral damage but you did say she didn't have family?"

"Nothing sadder than a 34 year-old spinster nurse with neither family nor friends. I can be glad I brightened her last moments with friendly banter."

"A lesson that life is short, so live it. A special providence and all that..." Rory nodded.

"You Yalies…" Lorelai shook head. "Well, you'll be happy to hear I pronounce you, Mrs. Emma Calderson, miraculously cured of your…" Peers at chart… "Well, I called it a minor stroke, to justify you're been here, but it was congestive heart failure in the original."

"Praise Jesus." Rory noted, climbing out of bed… "But as to Officer Drebbin?"

"He has moved on…Or should be, in about fifteen minutes, en route to DC. Our client reached me here and asked us to pull out and proceed to Oakland, or rather a military airbase very near, just in case the bomb plot in motion fails like Hitler's. We may only need to observe and look somberly at the wreckage, but lets be ready."

"So…We're in the Army…Or? Now?" Rory, pulling on her pants, stored in closet.

"National Guard, I think…We'll see. Lets take you out in style, Mrs C." she opened a wheelchair she'd placed in the room earlier.

"So, how was Mrs. Drebbin?" Rory asked as she pulled on coat and took seat.

"Poor thing. I don't know…Looks to me like she won't recover, given the time she's been in that coma. Though of course I'm neither a doctor nor specialized in Neurologic Nursing. I'm happy to say the care here is excellent though, no bedsores."

"That may be a blessing really, her staying comatose. Be terrible for her to wake up after all this time and learn her husband's passed on to that better world."

"I suppose. But, if she should recover, we can be comforted by the fact that life goes on." Lorelai pushing Rory out door and quietly to the left, well out of sight of the nurses' station. Rory smiling at the same young girl Mr. "Doctor" Ford and Mr. Creed had encountered a couple of evenings before, the girl smiling back. "All better and feelin' fine." Rory noted. The girl nodding.

Rory taking out cell phone…Should check my Yale email account…Lots of stuff to catch up on , no doubt.

"Say, can I cite you on Facebook as my friend June?…Who is a Nurse." She asked Lorelai, craning head. "For debate club I need to take the nut view on vaccines."

"Now, I cannot sanction conspiracy theories, girl." Shake of head as she pushed the girl to elevator.

"Let me try this again." Marjorie pushed cell phone buttons. "No off-base signal…Frank? We really need to board the plane and try to radio Washington at once. Let Jeremy there go on board and see if he can get a message out, Ed can go with him to be sure."

"All right…" Frank nodded. "I hope you understand, Marjorie, it's not that I don't trust you…Just the potential Nazi son of a bitch who could be residing in your skull or one of your other agents."

"It's fine, Frank…" Marjorie smiled. "I agree we have to be sure. Captain Hocken will go on board with you, Jeremy. Each of you keep the other under watch though until we've all been checked."

Hmmn…Frank eyed Ed…Ed looking a tad perturbed.

Did not think of that possibility. And he has been in contact with the Nazi network via Edna since they began experimenting on her.

But no…Lets not get paranoid. Ed had plenty of chances to kill me earlier…Unless.

He saw that Ed was eyeing him as well…
"Go ahead, Ed. Lets not let paranoia run too deep, just deep enough to keep us on our toes."

"Right…" Ed nodded. "You seem like a nice kid, Jeremy…" leading him to plane. "Don't make me have to kill you as a miserable Nazi experiment."

"No, sir." Jeremy agreed, as they boarded.

"That's right, Commander. The director would like a neurologist to come to the airstrip, as well as the base doctor. And I recommend you begin checking your staff for any signs of surgery on the brain…Scars, recent lesions, etc." high-minded tone as Terry spoke to the Base Commander in his office, a middle-aged Colonel in fatigues.

He nodding… "All right. We have a neurologist at the base hospital. I'll have him and the senior doc head over asap. And we'll have all personnel examined."

Hey, the Director would expect her fair-haired protégé to show such independent forward thinking, Terry thought.

"Any luck restoring the off-base signal, sir?"

"Not as yet." The colonel noted. "The landline is out as well and radio transmission is being jammed. I have staff out to determine where the interference might be coming from and to contact authorities in Oakland. But it may be a while yet."

Have to admit the electromag pulse I used to disable the landlines and radio was a gift from President Putinsky…But our version of the Nazis/Fascists has grown a bit in the last 80 or so years, Terry thought.

"Ok, I'll let the Director know...Please have someone contact her and me as soon as the doctors are enroute? Thank you, sir."

Well...A total communication shut down like this, however temporary should encourage Director Bailey to insist on immediate take-off to reach a clear area, even if she must see Officer Drebbin disabled.

That would be a shame, if she has to have him killed. Jeremy and I were both sure she's sweet on him, poor lady. But I'll pull for him letting us get on the plane and all die together.

Actually kinda nice end for me and Jeremy too if it works out. And Terry's record may never be stained…

Hey, I'm a uber-dedicated Nazi/Crumpfer, willing to be one of the first brain transplant subjects and to die for the Cause, but I can still care a little.

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