"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 XXXVIII…

"This is 'Susan', Dr. Morene. I've had to pull out of the Department spot, there was some trouble. I'm clear though, just need to meet asap. Text location." Rory told phone as she stood in a DC alleyway with Marjorie, Frank, and the two supporting agents. Ed and others in van parked down on the street perpendicular.

She pressed phone and eyed the others. "Now we wait…Though I assume you're tracing the call?"

"That would be right." Marjorie nodded. "And even if it was short our people should be able to follow it up."

"Fine by me…" Rory shrugged. "I'd prefer not have to confront him directly."

"We'll still need you to do that." Marjorie, sternly. "We need him alive."

"Didn't think I'd get to dodge that bullet…Literal bullet, maybe." Rory sighed.

Meanwhile…A phone pressed by a well-manicured, but strong hand emerging from the sleeve of an elegant white suit on an equally elegant man in leather chair and then placed on his desk.

"One of our special agents of Deputy Leader Banner has contacted us." The voice of the man, to two aides. "Frank Drebbin is walking into my arms. At last, at so very long last…I feared our Deputy Leader's assassins would have the pleasure of dealing with him, but now. He is mine. Ha, ha, hah. Mine. And I shall have him…" nod.

The two aides eyeing each other…

"For my vengeance, idiots!" annoyed reply.

O…K…

"But Doctor, we are still exposed and being hunted, despite our escape so far…" one spoke up. "Surely now is not the time to sit and wait for the Department of Presidential Security, Homeland Security, the FBI, the CIA, the DC police, to come after us here. It's essential to the Cause that no one learn of our secret operative, so close to the President. And only we know who it is and how they were prepared. Shouldn't we flee while we still can? Is this… 'Drebbin'…Fellow so important?"

"He tasks me, my dear friend." Morene shrugged. "He tasks me as he once did my dear father. And I will, on the souls of my superior Native ancestors, destroy him. Of course, as you, I would die before revealing our secret operative or how that operative is prepared. But if you are cowardly enough to insist on leaving me…Go." The man pointed to the door.

Don't do it…The other tried to shoot a warning look…

"The Cause requires we escape to see completion, Doctor Morene. We must see that the operative remains undetected until we can strike. I only care about that, not my personal safety." The first one pleaded. "Someone must be ready to activate her. Even the Deputy Leader is unaware of our subject and unfamiliar with your own brilliant control technique. Our chance to seize the President could be lost."

"I see." Calm nod. "Well, I appreciate your sentiments and concern. As I appreciate your kind words of praise." Smile. "But that technique was a gift of my father's, for which I cannot take full credit. Perhaps though, you're right." Thoughtful nod. "One of us should make good their escape and inform the Deputy Leader of the nature of our agent and their control. Please…" wave of hand towards door.

Really…? The aide eyed the door.

I'm telling ya…The other sighed. Still trying a warning glance…

"Thank you, Doctor. I'll see the Deputy Leader is informed. Good luck to you." Warm smile.

"And you, my dear friend." Pressing button on the phone on his desk just as the woman, an attractive, thirties-ish, brunette in suit reached the office door. She freezing, paralyzed, blank-faced…

"You don't wish to leave, after all, Miranda? Well, unfortunately your services are no longer required. Please, go out into the back alley and shoot yourself in the head." Morene noted. "Oh, and please close the door behind you. Good-bye, my dear."

"Yes, Dr. Morene." Miranda nodded blankly and headed off out the door, closing it behind her.

"To combine Dr. Goebbels-Banner's repressive drug in controllable release form with my father's control technology was my own true contribution. A final touch that enhances full control." Morene, nodding pleasantly, notes to the somewhat appalled, but resigned, remaining male aide. "Nothing like ensuring loyalty through drugs and neuroelectric stimulation. But despite Miranda's misgivings, I feel certain the Deputy Leader will approve of our strategy here. Naturally, I will see he is informed the details about our operative, that was a wise suggestion on Miranda's part, but I fear her motivation was, perhaps, more personal."

Faint sound of gunshot.

"C'est la vie." Morene, offhand wave. "Now, Hector, my friend." He addressed the aide. "We must plan for our meeting with Frank Drebbin. Our agents have been preparing him for me, luring our goose to my waiting ax…Convincing him and his allies that we are simply fleeing the power of the United States government and it will be an easy task to capture us. They seek the knowledge we hold on the activities of our group, little knowing that they are behaving just as I had hoped. I knew they would pursue our network in Los Angeles and that my position in that network and here, in Washington, even in the very White House, with access to their President, would bring them to me." He folded hands. "They had no choice, being honorable servants of the US government but to come, seeking me. And, despite our seeming to flee before their forces, the forces of the degenerate oppressor of my own noble peoples, we are prepared for them. Here, Frank Drebbin meets his well-deserved fate, at last. And my father, as well as my people…Are avenged."

Wow…Hector stared. And to think I thought we were just planning to conquer the world. I'd no idea our cause was quite so noble.

"I am pleased to see you and the others here have stood by me, Hector. It is a source of some pain to me that dear Miranda could not. But as you see, in the end her mind was changed…Even if I had to do it for her." Morene smiled. "Rest assured not only will Frank Drebbin find his grave here, but all those who follow him, all those he loves. And the United States, thanks to our efforts, will shortly after, fall into our grip, like a ripe plum. Go, and after you and Michaels see to poor Miranda, take your position with the others."

"Yes, sir." Hector nodding and heading out to the hallway, avoiding the exit to the alleyway where Miranda now lay to find the said Michaels…And perhaps, a shovel.

Yes…Morene nodded to himself…It's all coming together. The man and the hour are about to meet. With fatal consequences for Frank Drebbin. And all who care for him.

"Well…" Marjorie eyed Rory coldly as she, Rory, Frank, and the two other agents stood on the same street. "We've sent our team to the coordinates Dr. Morene texted you. Which matched the location our trace found. And found, nothing. Not even a phone or transmitter."

"He's not an easy man to pin down…" Rory began, with smile.

"Take her. Have a grand trip to Guantanamo. I hear it's beautiful this time of year." Marjorie, drily. The two agents moving to seize Rory.

Oh, my baby…Lorelei, watching from a corner. Listening via portable earpiece on ultracompact Sound Blaster 6000.

"Wait, I kept my end up…" Rory pleaded. "He's sure to be testing me. And your guys blew it. He saw them coming and pulled out. Let me just try again, I'll tell him I saw I was being followed…Please, you still need me!"

Nice…Lorelei beamed, listening.

"I'd give her one more chance, Marjorie." Frank noted. "Morene could have spotted our people."

"If you think so, Frank…" Marjorie nodded. "Young lady, if this doesn't work this time, you're on the next plane."

"Ok, I got it…Ma'am." Rory nodded. "Shall I?" she offered phone.

"Dial…"

"Hello, Dr. Morene. Sorry to have missed you before. What?" Rory blinked as a voice came over the phone.

"That's fine my dear…We thought there might be government agents listening in and so took the precaution of setting up a false meeting point. Come to these coordinates, alone, and one of my people will meet you. I look forward to seeing you." The phone went dead.

"Well, you heard him…" Rory noted.

"Do we have a trace?" Marjorie asked her phone.

Hmmn… "Same coordinates as he sent, but clearly moving. I'd say he's already left that area by car."

"But he may really have an agent there to meet me…" Rory noted.

"No one as yet there that our people can spot." Marjorie replied. "Yes, they were that fast."

Impressive…Rory blinked. Frank as well.

"All right, you can go there and try to meet his agent." Marjorie nodded. "But if there's no one there…"

"Just make sure I'm alone…" Rory noted. "If you like I can wear a wire."

"It won't be necessary." Marjorie shook head. "But understand we will have you under surveillance and you will be shot if you alert his person or attempt to escape."

"Your girlfriend surely is a mean one…" Rory smiled to Frank who frowned. Not my girlfriend and her name's not Shirley. "But…Fair enough…" she nodded.

Now me, I'd've attached a remote control bomb to my belt and threatened to blow me up but to each other her own…She thought.