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[Story Hour] Daring Tales of Adventure
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<blockquote data-quote="mikeawmids" data-source="post: 6423846" data-attributes="member: 6776411"><p><u>Daring Tales of Adventure / To End All Wars / Part 4</u></p><p></p><p>At 16:10, the roadster performed a sluggish circuit around the perimeter of Starkweather Labs. Emilio clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles and struggled to maintain the torturously slow pace. This was unbearable - his baby was custom crafted for speed! His right hand crept treacherously towards the gear stick. A hairy fist batted it away.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Ook! Ook.”</strong> the chimp chastised as Emilio nursed his bruised fingers. <em>(“For the eleventh time, leave it alone. We need to keep a low profile until we know what’s going on.”)</em>. The Italian glared balefully back at him before returning his attention to the road.</p><p></p><p>In the back seat, Doctor Gizmo peered through his patented Far Away Seeing Tube, describing the layout of the compound.</p><p></p><p><strong>“That’s a telescope,”</strong> Nicolas had said as the weird scientist produced the device from the dank recesses of his grimy lab coat, <strong>“You cant have invented the telescope, they’ve been around since… well, forever. Pirates used them!”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Ook! Ook, ook!”</strong> Columbus chimed in from the passenger seat. <em>(“The earliest recorded working telescopes were the refracting telescopes that appeared in the Netherlands in 1608.”)</em>. Emilio took advantage of the distraction to lunge for the gear stick. Columbus bit him.</p><p></p><p><strong>“I can see three large trucks,”</strong> Gizmo relayed, <strong>“They all say ‘Starkweather Industries’ on the side. A dozen strapping young men are loading them with crates. There’s another vehicle parked by the entrance. It hasn’t been parked very well, so it was probably parked by a woman.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“It likely belongs to Miss Braveheart,”</strong> observed Brett.</p><p></p><p>Nicolas and Emilio nodded vigorously. Sexism was fashionable in 1936! Columbus shook his head, dismayed by this casual display of gender discrimination.</p><p></p><p>Emilio pulled into the large car park and pulled up adjacent to the tan coupe. The labourers mark their arrival but do not appear particularly interested. They continue loading the trucks.</p><p></p><p><strong>“It seems Miss Braveheart is still inside,”</strong> Brett said, <strong>“Lets keep things quiet until we’ve secured her safety.”</strong></p><p></p><p>A flight of stairs led up to the main office, which overlooked the cavernous interior of the building. Large vats of chemical slime bubble ominously. Brett edged up to the window. On the other side of the factory floor, a group of men stood clustered around something, their bodies obscuring his view.</p><p></p><p><strong>“There’s something going on down there,”</strong> Brett whispered, <strong>“Doc, use your teles - sorry, sorry - patented… tube thing!”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Dear lord!”</strong> Gizmo exclaimed in shock, eyeball pressed to the lens of his certainly-not-a-telescope.</p><p></p><p><strong>“What do you see?”</strong> Brett asked.</p><p></p><p><strong>“There’s a woman tied to a chair - and she’s wearing trousers!”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“What?!”</strong> roared Emilio, warding himself against the evil eye, <strong>“Blasphemy! She must be a witch!”</strong></p><p></p><p>---</p><p></p><p>Klaus Adler kneaded his meaty knuckles in the palm of his other hand and glared menacingly at the helpless woman that his men had caught sneaking around. By all accounts, it was a very good glare - it had just the right balance of dispassionate malice and simmering fury . Yet all his effort was utterly wasted on this wretched woman! Her spectacles had been knocked from her face the first time he slapped her and apparently she was practically blind without them.</p><p></p><p><strong>“I have tried to be reasonable,”</strong> he growled, his German accent coarse and guttural, <strong>“It gives me no joy to strike a woman, even though we are enemies. Tell me what your government knows about our operation and I will allow you to live. Continue to lie to me and I will cut your pretty throat myself.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Fritz.”</strong> Valerie Braveheart answered back, peering up at the indistinct figure looming over her, <strong>“I keep telling you, I’m no spy. I work for the Boston Herald - <em>die zeitung</em> - your goons already went through my bag and found my card.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“A clever cover,”</strong> Klaus sneered, <strong>“But why else would you be snooping around unless your government knew about our plot and ordered you to learn more.”</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>“Like I keep telling you, I got an anonymous tip off that something big was going down today. I’m just looking for a story that’ll sell papers!”</strong></p><p></p><p>Klaus raised his fist to smack the truth out of her lying lips, but paused as he heard voices raised on the other side of the factory. Turning away from his prisoner, he caught a glimpse of light being reflected from a lens trained on his position from the raised office. </p><p></p><p><strong>“Wir haben entdeckt worden!”</strong> Klaus roared in German, <strong>“Tötet die Amerikanischen agenten!”</strong> <em>(“We have been discovered! Kill the American agents!”)</em></p><p></p><p>As his men opened fired on the intruders, Klaus drew a pistol from his jacket and pressed the barrel against Miss Braveheart’s head.</p><p></p><p><strong>“Your friends are too late to save you, Miss Braveheart,”</strong> he snarled, <strong>“But I’m sure your <em>‘colleagues’</em> at the Boston Herald will write a lovely obituary for the morning edition.”</strong></p><p></p><p><em>To be continued....</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="mikeawmids, post: 6423846, member: 6776411"] [u]Daring Tales of Adventure / To End All Wars / Part 4[/u] At 16:10, the roadster performed a sluggish circuit around the perimeter of Starkweather Labs. Emilio clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles and struggled to maintain the torturously slow pace. This was unbearable - his baby was custom crafted for speed! His right hand crept treacherously towards the gear stick. A hairy fist batted it away. [b]“Ook! Ook.”[/b] the chimp chastised as Emilio nursed his bruised fingers. [i](“For the eleventh time, leave it alone. We need to keep a low profile until we know what’s going on.”)[/i]. The Italian glared balefully back at him before returning his attention to the road. In the back seat, Doctor Gizmo peered through his patented Far Away Seeing Tube, describing the layout of the compound. [b]“That’s a telescope,”[/b] Nicolas had said as the weird scientist produced the device from the dank recesses of his grimy lab coat, [b]“You cant have invented the telescope, they’ve been around since… well, forever. Pirates used them!”[/b] [b]“Ook! Ook, ook!”[/b] Columbus chimed in from the passenger seat. [i](“The earliest recorded working telescopes were the refracting telescopes that appeared in the Netherlands in 1608.”)[/i]. Emilio took advantage of the distraction to lunge for the gear stick. Columbus bit him. [b]“I can see three large trucks,”[/b] Gizmo relayed, [b]“They all say ‘Starkweather Industries’ on the side. A dozen strapping young men are loading them with crates. There’s another vehicle parked by the entrance. It hasn’t been parked very well, so it was probably parked by a woman.”[/b] [b]“It likely belongs to Miss Braveheart,”[/b] observed Brett. Nicolas and Emilio nodded vigorously. Sexism was fashionable in 1936! Columbus shook his head, dismayed by this casual display of gender discrimination. Emilio pulled into the large car park and pulled up adjacent to the tan coupe. The labourers mark their arrival but do not appear particularly interested. They continue loading the trucks. [b]“It seems Miss Braveheart is still inside,”[/b] Brett said, [b]“Lets keep things quiet until we’ve secured her safety.”[/b] A flight of stairs led up to the main office, which overlooked the cavernous interior of the building. Large vats of chemical slime bubble ominously. Brett edged up to the window. On the other side of the factory floor, a group of men stood clustered around something, their bodies obscuring his view. [b]“There’s something going on down there,”[/b] Brett whispered, [b]“Doc, use your teles - sorry, sorry - patented… tube thing!”[/b] [b]“Dear lord!”[/b] Gizmo exclaimed in shock, eyeball pressed to the lens of his certainly-not-a-telescope. [b]“What do you see?”[/b] Brett asked. [b]“There’s a woman tied to a chair - and she’s wearing trousers!”[/b] [b]“What?!”[/b] roared Emilio, warding himself against the evil eye, [b]“Blasphemy! She must be a witch!”[/b] --- Klaus Adler kneaded his meaty knuckles in the palm of his other hand and glared menacingly at the helpless woman that his men had caught sneaking around. By all accounts, it was a very good glare - it had just the right balance of dispassionate malice and simmering fury . Yet all his effort was utterly wasted on this wretched woman! Her spectacles had been knocked from her face the first time he slapped her and apparently she was practically blind without them. [b]“I have tried to be reasonable,”[/b] he growled, his German accent coarse and guttural, [b]“It gives me no joy to strike a woman, even though we are enemies. Tell me what your government knows about our operation and I will allow you to live. Continue to lie to me and I will cut your pretty throat myself.”[/b] [b]“Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Fritz.”[/b] Valerie Braveheart answered back, peering up at the indistinct figure looming over her, [b]“I keep telling you, I’m no spy. I work for the Boston Herald - [i]die zeitung[/i] - your goons already went through my bag and found my card.”[/b] [b]“A clever cover,”[/b] Klaus sneered, [b]“But why else would you be snooping around unless your government knew about our plot and ordered you to learn more.”[/b] [b]“Like I keep telling you, I got an anonymous tip off that something big was going down today. I’m just looking for a story that’ll sell papers!”[/b] Klaus raised his fist to smack the truth out of her lying lips, but paused as he heard voices raised on the other side of the factory. Turning away from his prisoner, he caught a glimpse of light being reflected from a lens trained on his position from the raised office. [b]“Wir haben entdeckt worden!”[/b] Klaus roared in German, [b]“Tötet die Amerikanischen agenten!”[/b] [i](“We have been discovered! Kill the American agents!”)[/i] As his men opened fired on the intruders, Klaus drew a pistol from his jacket and pressed the barrel against Miss Braveheart’s head. [b]“Your friends are too late to save you, Miss Braveheart,”[/b] he snarled, [b]“But I’m sure your [i]‘colleagues’[/i] at the Boston Herald will write a lovely obituary for the morning edition.”[/b] [i]To be continued....[/i] [/QUOTE]
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