Re: Great chapter, Fiddler :-) !!! (nm)

Posted by Muppet from dialup82.naboo.kingston-internet.net on January 09, 2000 at 13:08:49:

In Reply to: Chapter 3 of Indiana Jones and the Golden Spider. [with corrections] posted by the Fiddler on January 08, 2000 at 23:00:59:

: Chapter 3 ñ Phases of Death

: --by the Fiddler

: Wiping away the tears of both physical and mental trauma, Deirdre stood slowly, gathering her wits as she did so.
: Surveying the situation, she realized that the small fire in the middle of the room might flare at any time.
: Quickly she scanned the room, here eyes locking on the blue
: uniform of a security guard.
: "Hey you... security!" she shouted.
: The guard's head came around as he snapped out of his shocked trance.
: "Get to a phone and make sure the Police are coming!" she demanded with all the authority she could muster under the circumstances.
: Almost immediately the uniformed man sprinted up the isle and into the waiting room.
: Quickly she grabbed the nearest injured person, who happened to be the Dean of Barnett College, and began dragging him from the burning building.

: Luckily the blast had been small and concentrated, ripping things apart and shattering the windows of the admittance area. It left the walls and other areas of the Murray Hill Hotel conference center mostly untouched and void of the fire that was burning in the middle of the auditorium, where the bomb--and the security guard--had recently been.

: - - -

: "Hey... Merry, what's with the ring?" he teased, walking past the desk of the woman who had once sworn she could never share a house with a man.
: "Shut up!" she countered; then smiled, showing she was actually proud of her new engagement ring.
: Noticing the smile as he looked over his shoulder he asked: "so am I invited?"
: "No!" she called after him, her voice thick with sarcasm.
: Proceeding down the hall of the Police Department the Fiddler removed his overcoat, hung it on the coat stand and did the same with his hat. He was just about to remove his suit coat when the phone on his desk rang. Forgetting that calls on this phone were routed through a secretary he answered it as though it were an outside line.
: "NYPD, homicide department, this is Detective Fiddler speaking."
: "HiÖ" Merry paused giving him a moment to realize his mistake, "thereís an emergency at the Murray Hill Hotel, theyíre sending out the Emergency Service Vehicle, apparently it was some sort of bombing. Fire trucks are already on the way, but people were killed so you need to get down there right away."

: - - -

: Indy's smile faded as his eyes turned upward again, to the place from which the trio had fallen. The gigantic spider had attached a web to the ceiling of the cave and was now descending smoothly on a strand of web the width of Indy's ring finger.
: "Uh boys... our situation has not improved," then realizing he was sounding like his father added: "we're in deep shit!"
: "A deep hole is more like it," James responded, then looking up at the arachnid added: "no, maybe you were right."
: Looking around nothing came to mind, his whip couldn't loosen them from the web, his pistol might wound the spider, but would probably stop it only if he happened to place the shot just right. Then it hit him....

: Jerking his arm up he semi-loosened it from the web. He then proceeded to remove his 'lucky charm' from his pocket. His new Zippo had an airplane on the outside of the casing. Jones quickly flicked the top open, paused while looking at the giant spider, then went about burning the web around the three of them.

: - - -

: The idea that a spider should be sitting on the seat of his airplane had hit him as odd... then suddenly, recognition struck and he realized it had been a black widow.
: He had been so caught up in the business at hand--namely: pre-flight procedures--that he had not even thought about the type of spider that had caught his attention, or at least part of his attention.
: Indiana Riggs stood quickly, spun around and saw a large mass of shinny black spiders streaming out of a box that was obviously supposed to be open, behind his seat.

: - - -

: Arriving at the scene of the bombing the Fiddler looked around, analyzing the broken windows and watching as water streamed into the building, while firemen dragging the wounded and dead streamed out. There wasn't much he could do at the moment, once people had been declared dead, and the threat of fire extinguished, he would be able to establish the location as the crime scene, and start his investigation. It seemed obvious to him that the blast had definitely been meant to kill some person, or many persons, but why? His trained mind was already forming the questions even though he had nothing to base an answer on.
: Striding quickly to the fireman that seemed to be in charge, he asked: "Is everyone out of the building?" As what seemed to be the last of the firemen came out the smoke-filled doorway.
: "Yes, I believe so.... I think we've got the fire out," the Fire Chief replied.
: Just then a young woman stumbled backward out through a side door that had thick, gray smoke flowing steadily from it. Realizing she was dragging someone the Fiddler ran to her aid.
: Placing his hand on her shoulder, as she frustratedly tried to drag a woman about twice her size from the building, he spoke softly:

: "You're injured, go over there to the medical area. I'll take care of her."
: Deirdre slowly turned her head, then brought her eyes up to meet his. She didn't say a word, but the Fiddler recognized the thankfulness in the look and gestured toward the medics.
: Some small part of her wanted to refuse help, to run back into the smoke.. after all it was in some ways her fault. Just then she started to cough violently from the smoke, and the tall stranger gently directed her toward the medical area with a gentle movement of his arm.
: Removing his hand from the young lady, the Detective squatted down; put one arm behind the unconscious woman's neck and one behind her knees; straightened his back, then lifted the large woman from the ground and proceeded to follow the younger lady.

: - - -

: Meg felt as though she were awake, only all she could see was blackness, and none of her other senses seemed to be working. She wasn't even sure if she was really seeing the blackness that enveloped her.
: "Is this what it's like to be dead?" she wondered. "Or would I not be able to think this if I were dead."

: - - -

: "Sheez vaking up." Fritz fretted.
: "Well, give her some more." Demanded the handsome man, who had long since discarded his faked accent.

: - - -

: As Shorty surveyed the mess he heard something, a sound, almost inaudible, coming from the other entry to the room that was now full of bugs.

: Fearful of the deadly spider that had escaped, the curator debated weather he should check it out or just shut the door. Soon curiosity won out when he realized that the other door would have to be shut also.
: Shutting the door behind him he proceeded carefully across the bug-strewn room and through the door on the other side. Closing it behind him he looked around. Then, hearing a faint noise to the left and behind him, he whirled.

: - - -

: After waiting for nearly half an hour Muppet
: went looking for Meg the second time... she had been gone way
: too long and he was worried. Striding down the hall with purpose in his step, he looked at the door of the women's room, took a deep breath, pushed the door open, then marched inside.

: - - -

: Goodsport walked quickly to the sidewalk and waved down a taxi. Climbing inside he told the driver the location of the docks where Riggs had his seaplane 'parked.'

: Goodsport found it strange that Mr. Riggs hadn't been in his hotel room, tonight didn't look like a good night to fly, and he had though that Indy would be staying in town for several weeks.

: Arriving at the docks the P. I. asked the driver to wait and headed for the plane, just as he was walking up to the plane, he heard the door on the other side of the plane open, followed by a big splash.

: Goodsport ran back up the docks and around the end of the plane to get a look at what had fallen in the water.

: - - -

: If anymore corrections are needed go ahead and make them Goodsport.
: How'd I do???
: Can't wait for the next chapter.

: (remove 'spam' from my email address)

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: : Chapter 3 ñ Phases of Death

: : --by the Fiddler

: : Wiping away the tears of both physical and mental trauma, Deirdre stood slowly, gathering her wits as she did so.
: : Surveying the situation, she realized that the small fire in the middle of the room might flare at any time.
: : Quickly she scanned the room, here eyes locking on the blue 
: : uniform of a security guard.
: : "Hey you... security!" she shouted.
: : The guard's head came around as he snapped out of his shocked trance.
: : "Get to a phone and make sure the Police are coming!" she demanded with all the authority she could muster under the circumstances.
: : Almost immediately the uniformed man sprinted up the isle and into the waiting room.
: : Quickly she grabbed the nearest injured person, who happened to be the Dean of Barnett College, and began dragging him from the burning building.

: : Luckily the blast had been small and concentrated, ripping things apart and shattering the windows of the admittance area. It left the walls and other areas of the Murray Hill Hotel conference center mostly untouched and void of the fire that was burning in the middle of the auditorium, where the bomb--and the security guard--had recently been.

: : <img src="http://fiddler.hypermart.net/indy_gs/mhh.JPG" width="300" height="377">

: : - - -

: : "Hey... Merry, what's with the ring?" he teased, walking past the desk of the woman who had once sworn she could never share a house with a man.
: : "Shut up!" she countered; then smiled, showing she was actually proud of her new engagement ring.
: : Noticing the smile as he looked over his shoulder he asked: "so am I invited?"
: : "No!" she called after him, her voice thick with sarcasm.
: : Proceeding down the hall of the Police Department the Fiddler removed his overcoat, hung it on the coat stand and did the same with his hat. He was just about to remove his suit coat when the phone on his desk rang. Forgetting that calls on this phone were routed through a secretary he answered it as though it were an outside line.
: : "NYPD, homicide department, this is Detective Fiddler speaking."
: : "HiÖ" Merry paused giving him a moment to realize his mistake, "thereís an emergency at the Murray Hill Hotel, theyíre sending out the Emergency Service Vehicle, apparently it was some sort of bombing. Fire trucks are already on the way, but people were killed so you need to get down there right away."

: : <img src="http://fiddler.hypermart.net/indy_gs/nypd-es.JPG" width="300" height="166">

: : - - -

: : Indy's smile faded as his eyes turned upward again, to the place from which the trio had fallen. The gigantic spider had attached a web to the ceiling of the cave and was now descending smoothly on a strand of web the width of Indy's ring finger.
: : "Uh boys... our situation has not improved," then realizing he was sounding like his father added: "we're in deep shit!"
: : "A deep hole is more like it," James responded, then looking up at the arachnid added: "no, maybe you were right."
: : Looking around nothing came to mind, his whip couldn't loosen them from the web, his pistol might wound the spider, but would probably stop it only if he happened to place the shot just right. Then it hit him....

: : Jerking his arm up he semi-loosened it from the web. He then proceeded to remove his 'lucky charm' from his pocket. His new Zippo had an airplane on the outside of the casing. Jones quickly flicked the top open, paused while looking at the giant spider, then went about burning the web around the three of them.

: : - - -

: : The idea that a spider should be sitting on the seat of his airplane had hit him as odd... then suddenly, recognition struck and he realized it had been a black widow.
: : He had been so caught up in the business at hand--namely: pre-flight procedures--that he had not even thought about the type of spider that had caught his attention, or at least part of his attention.
: : Indiana Riggs stood quickly, spun around and saw a large mass of shinny black spiders streaming out of a box that was obviously supposed to be open, behind his seat.

: : <img src="http://fiddler.hypermart.net/indy_gs/widow.GIF" width="195" height="130">

: : - - -

: : Arriving at the scene of the bombing the Fiddler looked around, analyzing the broken windows and watching as water streamed into the building, while firemen dragging the wounded and dead streamed out. There wasn't much he could do at the moment, once people had been declared dead, and the threat of fire extinguished, he would be able to establish the location as the crime scene, and start his investigation. It seemed obvious to him that the blast had definitely been meant to kill some person, or many persons, but why? His trained mind was already forming the questions even though he had nothing to base an answer on.
: : Striding quickly to the fireman that seemed to be in charge, he asked: "Is everyone out of the building?" As what seemed to be the last of the firemen came out the smoke-filled doorway.
: : "Yes, I believe so.... I think we've got the fire out," the Fire Chief replied.
: : Just then a young woman stumbled backward out through a side door that had thick, gray smoke flowing steadily from it. Realizing she was dragging someone the Fiddler ran to her aid.
: : Placing his hand on her shoulder, as she frustratedly tried to drag a woman about twice her size from the building, he spoke softly:

: : "You're injured, go over there to the medical area. I'll take care of her."
: : Deirdre slowly turned her head, then brought her eyes up to meet his. She didn't say a word, but the Fiddler recognized the thankfulness in the look and gestured toward the medics.
: : Some small part of her wanted to refuse help, to run back into the smoke.. after all it was in some ways her fault. Just then she started to cough violently from the smoke, and the tall stranger gently directed her toward the medical area with a gentle movement of his arm.
: : Removing his hand from the young lady, the Detective squatted down; put one arm behind the unconscious woman's neck and one behind her knees; straightened his back, then lifted the large woman from the ground and proceeded to follow the younger lady.

: : - - -

: : Meg felt as though she were awake, only all she could see was blackness, and none of her other senses seemed to be working. She wasn't even sure if she was really seeing the blackness that enveloped her.
: : "Is this what it's like to be dead?" she wondered. "Or would I not be able to think this if I were dead."

: : - - -

: : "Sheez vaking up." Fritz fretted.
: : "Well, give her some more." Demanded the handsome man, who had long since discarded his faked accent.

: : - - -

: : As Shorty surveyed the mess he heard something, a sound, almost inaudible, coming from the other entry to the room that was now full of bugs.

: : Fearful of the deadly spider that had escaped, the curator debated weather he should check it out or just shut the door. Soon curiosity won out when he realized that the other door would have to be shut also.
: : Shutting the door behind him he proceeded carefully across the bug-strewn room and through the door on the other side. Closing it behind him he looked around. Then, hearing a faint noise to the left and behind him, he whirled.

: : - - -

: : After waiting for nearly half an hour Muppet
: : went looking for Meg the second time... she had been gone way
: : too long and he was worried. Striding down the hall with purpose in his step, he looked at the door of the women's room, took a deep breath, pushed the door open, then marched inside.

: : - - -

: : Goodsport walked quickly to the sidewalk and waved down a taxi. Climbing inside he told the driver the location of the docks where Riggs had his seaplane 'parked.'

: : Goodsport found it strange that Mr. Riggs hadn't been in his hotel room, tonight didn't look like a good night to fly, and he had though that Indy would be staying in town for several weeks.

: : Arriving at the docks the P. I. asked the driver to wait and headed for the plane, just as he was walking up to the plane, he heard the door on the other side of the plane open, followed by a big splash.

: : Goodsport ran back up the docks and around the end of the plane to get a look at what had fallen in the water.

: : - - -

: : If anymore corrections are needed go ahead and make them Goodsport.
: : How'd I do??? 
: : Can't wait for the next chapter.

: : (remove 'spam' from my email address)

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