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Posted by Deirdre from 208.142.166.84 on January 30, 2000 at 07:13:54:

In Reply to: Chapter 6 (Sentiments) posted by IJ and the Golden Spider on January 30, 2000 at 07:09:34:

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: Dear Readers, *eherm*

: Thank you all for waiting for me to finish this chapters. There were immutable events that hindered me from posting this earlier than expected.
: I hope you will find this enjoyable enough to please your fancy.

: About the title; I had at first planned to name this chapter "Teacher's Pet" due to the animals/pupils involved in this story, however I changed my mind thinking that it wouldn't be quite appropriate since I could not possibly include all that info in such a chapter. As it is, the story is rather long too. 7 Pages, if you were to print it out, not including the pictures.

: As always, I welcome recommendations, comments and reactions. Just email me.

: Deirdre Campbell
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CHAPTER 6
: Sentiments

Sentiments

California

      ìMonchichi!î Short Round raced after Michealson and the other officers who were heading to the other side of the Police Departmentís building. Nearly stumbling through the open doorframe, he was bluntly knocked aside by a stout woman who was running out of the room screaming from the top of her lungs.. Shaking his head in amusement, he was wondered what could have frighten such a huge lady like that, when he was whacked to the wall, as yet another screaming police officer fled past him.
      ìWatch it!î he bellowed.
      Reprovingly, Michealson looked over his shoulder and glared at him.. ìDidnít I tell you to stay put, Mr. Round?î
      Short Round shrugged and cranked his head over their heads, as to see what all the commotion was about.
      The whole room was in turmoil. Tables were over turned and papers were littering the floor. Policewomen were standing on their desks screaming their heads off, while the men were either roaming with their guns in firing position around the department or hiding their smirks behind a seemingly grim demeanor. On first sight the whole scene appeared utterly hilarious; on second thoughtÖ
      Another empty cage was lying in the center of the room.       ìWho fired those gunshot?î Michealson demanded angrily.
      One of the men pointed at his companion. ìSgt. Abrahoff here shot first. He was trying to protect his pahdner from certain death! That darn spider jumped right out of the cage asÖ as Melanie accidentally unlatched the snap, while she was carrying that container over to his errÖdesk.î The officers stuttered.
      ìSo where the hell is that idiotic spider now?î       Silence answered him.
      ìOhÖ oh no.î The Chief of Police stepped back alarmed. ìThat creature is highly dangerous you morons! How could you have been so stupid as to let this happen! Everyone out of the room! NOW!î
      Just then Melanie, a tiny blonde let out a earsplitting shriek. Monchihi was perched right on top of the very desk where she was standing on. ìHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp!î

      Indiana John dived for her just as he saw the spider, which was clearly irritated by her wailing, jump on her legs. Together they toppled behind the deskÖ with Monchichi in hot pursuit.
      ìMonchichi nooooooooo!î Short Round, no longer being able to contain himself dashed after it, but he was too late. His priced pet had found its victim.

ñ

Still in the Italian Restaurantís Womenís Comfort Room


      ìAlright, how much do you want?î Muppet pulled out his wallet from the insides of his white dinner jacket and slipped out more than half of its contents.
     Laughing out loud, Ulla tossed back her blond tresses. ìAm I that transparent, Mister Muppet?î her voice was a low-pitched sexy Southern drawl, that complemented her rugged boyish appearance.
      ìAlright, how much?î he repeated, waving a wad of hundred dollar bills in front of her nose, being clearly not as amused as she.
      She stopped laughing, her demeanor somber again, and pushed aside his money. ìWhat makes you think I am hot for your cash? If I really wanted to make myself rich, Iíd shoot you right now.î Her gun pointed precariously near his face and he gulped, stepping back a few steps. ìBut, ì she continued and took the money nevertheless (perhaps it was so temptingly near),îI might need this in the future to find your red-haired little friend.î
      ìW-what do you want?î
      ìWhat do I want?î the question was overstated but it didnít make the situation appear anymore pleasant for him. Warily he watched the lady look him over from head to toe. Unthinkable! Ulla breached the distance between them with a few steps and placed her hand on his shoulder. She leaned over and whispered something in his ear, even if there was no one to hear them.
      Just then, the door to the bathroom was pushed ajar and the head of an elderly lady peeked inside. Upon seeing the pair she ducked back out, whispering things like ìthe young people of these daysÖ no decency at allÖî
      Ulla let out another sexy coarse laugh. She seemed to find the situation truly hilarious. After replacing her gun in her bag, she waved him a farewell kiss and exited the bathroom, leaving Muppet behind, with a dead body in the middle of the ladies lavatory.
---

      Indiana John reacted quickly, but not too quick to prevent the spider from landing on his face. His hand grabbed the spider by its body and he mercilessly squashed it, spraying its internal fluid all over on his head and upper body. The spider had been crushed to death.
      Monchichi was dead, but so was the very person who had killed it. The arachnid had fatally bit him between the eyes one last time before itíd given up its life. An eye for an eye.

--
Brazil

      Indiana Jones glanced above Webleyís head and squinted. ìLook there! Behind you!î he pointed at the gargantuan creature standing above him and his guards.
      ìBut Jones, I thought better of you than your silly tricks.î The Belgian snickered and his gaze didnít waver away from Jones and his pupil. ìIíll give you ten seconds to tell-ì
      He never finished his sentence. The spider, obviously exasperated at the loss of attention had grabbed the biggest chunk of flesh nearest to him, and smashed the living body in its claws. Horrified Webley backed away as he watched one of his tribesmen being crushed by the horrendous beast.
      Indiana took the opportunity and kicked Webleyís pistol from his hand. The gun flew in a high arch right before the arachnidís feet. Free from weapons, the two men grappled each other to the ground. In the meantime Micah grabbed one of the abandoned spears of the tribesmen who had scurried away in fright, and waggled the javelin furiously in the gigantic spiderís direction in hopes of frightening it. However, instead of banishing it, heíd upset it even more and the eight legs inched even closer and closer towards them.
      ìDoctor Jones!î
      ìWhat?î
      ì We have a little problem here.î

ñ
      The last thing James remembered before he lost consciousness was that they had fallen down the gorge, hit hard ground and that he had undesirably been separated from the rest. He had no idea how much time had passed since this event, but when he opened his eyes he saw nothing. Absolute pitch-black darkness greeted him.
      Wriggle his toes and fingertips as to acknowledge the intactness of his limbs, he felt like he was floating and that his body felt rather numb. He stretched and tried extending his arms. The sudden motion of his limbs set his whole body swaying.
      Slowly adjusting to the darkness, his eyes took in his crude surroundings. He was trapped in some sort of cocoon. Remembering his Swiss knife that he always kept in his back pocket, he pulled it out of his pocket and snapped it open.

--
New York

      Chief Inspector K. Allard shook her hand and escorted the lady to the door. Detective Fiddler tagged behind them silently. ìMissÖ I mean Professor Campbell, thank you for all the information you could present.î
      Apologetically, she met his eyes, ìIt was all I knew. Pardon me if I have not been able to support you sufficiently on the case. But I am sure those fingerprints on the ëEímail will bring out poignant results.î
      For the past few hours, she had been interrogated mercilessly, by both the police and the reporters, on the incident at Murray Hotel. She felt drained and weak. The Chief Inspector shot Detective Fiddler a meaningful look.
      ìYou must be exhausted. Detective Fiddler here will safely escort you home, if you donít mind being brought home by a squad car.î He nodded one last time and then walked back inside, forehead wrinkling in consternation.

      In awkward silence Deirdre and the Fiddler stared at each other.
      ìWhere do you live?î the latter inquired flippantly.
      ìAhm, about some blocks uptown.î She lied. ìBut donít worry, I can get home on my own. I am a big girl.î With that she left him standing by the doorsteps.

      He caught up with her at the bottom of the stairs. ìHey!î
      She whirled around. ìYes, Detective?î
      ìCall me Fiddller.î He said, cracking a smile.
      ìYesÖ Fiddler?î she repeated, not returning his attempt at friendliness.
      ìUhÖ Iíd better bring you home. You never know what might happen. I donít think those goons at Murray have given up that easily.î
      ìWhatever makes you happy.î She mumbled.       ìWhat?î
      ìNothing.î
      ìHey! If you are so eager to get your head blown off, Iím out of here!î
      Deirdre sighed and gave him a smoldering look. ìOkay. Whereís the car?î

--

      ìFaster! Come on!î
      Tessa ran up the passage leading to the balcony seats. Jayne followed close behind.
      ìThere they are!î Goodsport spotted them as they rounded around the corner. He nearly collided in with the theater guide.
      ìTickets please.î
      ìStep aside-ì
      ìSir, your tickets please.î The man repeated slowly not budging from his spot.
      ìWhat about those two women who just passed by?!î Indiana Riggs who had caught up with Goodsport, glared at the guide angrily.
      ìWhat women?î
      Irritated Goodsport pulled out his identification and shoved it under the manís nose.
      ìHm?î
      Confused the man hopped aside and scratched his head as the P.I. and the pilot brushed passed him. ìHey! Wait! WaitÖ where are you going?!î
      The two men stepped on several feet on the way through the theater and received equally loud protesting yells from the cinema viewers. Indiana Riggs pointed to the half open fire exit. Apparently the women had escaped through there. They spurted to the door.
      Bright sunshine blinded their eyes for a moment. They closed the door behind them and looked up the stairs of the fire exit, straight into the nozzles of Tessaís and Jayneís guns.
      They had been waiting for them. Expertly she aimed her gun at the private eye. ìStop right there. Drop your guns.î
      Complying, they stopped in their tracks and surrendered their firearms.
      ìShit.î Riggs muttered, ìOverpowered again by the females. I wish Iíd stayed at home with my plane.î
--
      ìPah! Spider silk!î James Lambert grimaced.
      Either the knife was no good or the spiderís net was too thick for his blade to penetrate. Heíd been scraping at it for about half an hour and all he was able to come through with was a tiny vertical slit.
      Peeking through he saw part of the upper web.
      He assumed that he must be somewhere near the ceiling. The spider had wrapped him, its prey, and had left him for deadÖ perhaps only to return laterÖ for a midnight snack? ñ
***

            ìNice place you have here.î Detective Fiddler whistled as Deirdre led him into her cozy home. They had driven only for a couple of minutes when she had instructed him to enter a little side road that led them further uptown and uphill. Finally they had stopped before a huge gate, which was immediately opened by a guard, upon he recognized Deirdre. They had driven up a gravel road towards a romantic looking Victorian villa, which stood amidst tall trees and a wild-growing garden, when she had finally had told him to stop in front of a little fountain that formed the centerpiece for the circular driveway. Having invited him inside for a cup of tea or coffee, he accepted and trailed after her, into the interior of the house.
      ìI didnít know that scientist lived so extravagantly.î He commented, eying the antique furniture and costly paintings on the walls.
      ìThe house belonged to my husband, he inherited it from his grandparents..î
      ìOh.î Inquisitively, he picked up a framed photograph of a man, clearly a scientist at work. ìIs this him?î

      ìDonít touch that!î Snatching the frame away from him she replaced it on the shelf.
      ìOh excuse me.î
      She bit her lip and looked down. ìI am sorry. I havenít got used to having people again at this place. It has been quite some time since weÖ I have had company.î Her voice faltered and he almost thought she might start to cry again like she had in the park. How glad he was when she motioned him to follow her to the kitchen. Bachelor that he was, he never really had learned to deal with women and their tears. It sure made him feel uneasy.
----

Alberta, Canada

      Brett clicked the intercom to contact his secretary. ìJeef? Put me through to California. I need to talk with Michealson.î
      ìOkay. Hold on.î

(Back in California)
      ìHeís dead.î Michealson stepped back from the corpse.
      Speechless, Short Round just stood there. He looked at the dead spider then again at the dead policemen and couldnít make his mind up for which he felt more grief. Monchichi had been his favorite pet. Heíd gotten her during one of his more memorable travels in Africa, a couple of years ago. The gypsy who had sold it to him, had said that one day this spider would save his life and that her death would follow soon. Of course then he had laughed at the ridiculous prediction. HAH! A spider saving your life. Now as he stood thereÖ he remembered the foretelling. He wasnít much of an emotional type, and tears didnít spring to his eyes, yet he just felt a deep ache in his heart. A pain he knew would only be transitory. --
--

     

ìEither way, you are a dead man Goodsport.î Tessa said smirking devilishly. ìYou might as well tell me where that Golden Spider is.î
      ìArgh! That is it with you people and this golden bug?! I have no possible idea why everyone is so wild about it.î
      ìBut you know where it is, donít you?î
      ìNO! Neither does Indiana Riggs.î
      ìDonít lie. We saw that Italian chick come out of your office. She mustíve told you something.î
      ìOh, so that is how you know who I am.î He grinned.î I thought my reputation had exceeded me at least this time.î
      ìQuit changing the subject. What did she tell you?î
      ìTo find something for her.î
      ìAnd?î
      ìThatís all. I am still investigating the case. So far all the clues I got lead me no where.î
      Tessa shot Jayne an apprehensive glance. ìYou can shoot him, if you want. He doesnít know anthing.î
      ìWAIT.î The P.I. pulled out something from his pocket. ìShe gave me this.î
      ìWhat is it?î
      ìYou tell me.î
      Curiously the women leaned over to inspect the piece of paper. ìThereís nothing on it!î
      ìRight.î
      Tessa didnít see what hit her. In a split second Goodsport had knocked her out and was taking the gun from her and pointed it at Jayne.
ìYou donít need that honey.î Indiana Riggs smirked and took her weapon from her.
---

      Concealed in the shadows of the shabby downtown apartment, he watched her sleep. If one would call it sleep at all; it was more like a tossing and turning from one side of the creaky unwashed mattress, to the other side. Once in a while she would whimper and speak incoherent words. He had tried moving closer and listening to the utterances, but had not been able to distinguish any significant messages. He supposed that she was just dreaming worthless stuff that didnít mean a thing.

      In the far distance he heard a car screech around the corner and come to a halt below, in front of the building where he was in. He stood up and drew back the curtains a bit and looked down. The Germans had come back finally.
      A few minutes later the door the room burst open, and the Nazis entered, dragging along a writhing madman.
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