Re: chapter 31 with revisions and additions.

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Posted by the Fiddler from www.sd131.k12.id.us on July 27, 1999 at 10:18:09:

In Reply to: chapter 31 posted by the Fiddler on July 27, 1999 at 08:35:57:

Fiddler walked accross the street and into a shop of sorts. Speaking in fluid Polish he asked:
"Do you have a phone?"
"That depends on what you need to use it for." The shopkeeper answered, smirking.
"I said: Do YOU have a PHONE?" Fiddler practicaly whispered in an icy-soft tone.
"Yu... Yess sir..." the shopkeeper stuttered as he lifted a phone from behind the counter, placing it right in front of the Fiddler.
Spinning up a number in the old rotary-style phone, he gave the shopkeeper a look that said: 'get lost.' Upon noticing the look the keeper did just that, and went into a back room.
Switching to english the Fiddler spoke into the phone as he heard the line go live.
"Deirdre, this is the Fiddler I need some things."
"What kind of things?"
"Equipment mostly, though I am going to need some hardware along with it, you got any connections with arms dealers over here?"
"Okay, yeah, Let's see... Where are you."
"I don't know, some little shop in Warsaw."
"Alright listen up I have somebody you can get a hold of...."
She went on to explain how to get there and told him that this guy could provide about anything he needed.
"There is one other thing I need Deirdre."
"What's that?"
"You, I need YOU over HERE in-case Nobody figures out that this is more than just another intelegence game with Micah's people."

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"How long will recovery be doc?" Indiana Jerico asked with a worried look on his face.
"Iee, doen know," the doctor replied in heavily accented english, "too, meybee tree weeks. An' den ony... uhhh... how you say... no much?"
"Limited." Jerico offered.
"Yah, limted uuse."
Sighing Indy Jerico stepped out of the hospital room as he lifted Meg's cell phone.
"Short Round. Jerico here, we are at the hospital Meg's hurt I'll come get you, be there in a few.... Shorty...? Is anybody there?"

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Holding their breath Aragorn, Indy, Goodsport, and Short Round waited in silence. Each of them was thinking as loud as they could:
"Please don't notice the trap door! Please." Then realizing how worthless such a thought could be they re-thought it and started thinking: "D@mn that phone, why had rang at such an inopertune time?" Whomever had called them couldn't have had any idea what terrible timming they had.
Holding the phone tight to his ear Short Round could hear Jerico on the other end, but couldn't reply for fear of being heard by the goons who were walking just above their heads.
Moving down the tunnel in the near-complete darkness, Indy waved to the other two, to follow him. Finding a sharp corner in the tunnel, not far from the trap door-entrance they had been standing under, an idea hit Indy. Turning around he walked back to Shorty, took the phone from him, and punched in a number that made the phone ring as thought somebody was calling to it.
As soon as it rang he tossed in directly under the trap door and pushed Aragorn and Shorty around the corner in the tunnel.

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Stepping into another shop, much like the one he had made a phone call from, the Fiddler looked around, taking the place in, then stepped up to the counter and slapped it several times very quickly.
"I'm comming, I'm comming!" came a voice, speaking Polish, from some other room of the shop.
"Hurry up, I don't have a lot of time!" Called the Fiddler, showing no emotion at all other than those manifest in his choice of words.
Walking up to Fiddler a little old Polish man asked:
"What can I help you with?"
"I need equipment and arms and you are going to give it to me."
"Who says so?"
"Deirdre does." Retorted the Fiddler, noting the fear that momentarily washed over the old man's face at the mention of the name Deirdre.
"Alright what do you need?" The old man inquired, still speaking Polish.
"I need two Glocks, a 19 and a 26, a shoulder holster for the 19 and an ankle holster for the 26." Pausing to see if the old man had any objections, the Fiddler studied the old man's face then continued: "Four mag holders and four 10 round mags for the 19, plus one 17 round mag with one of those 2 round extensions, oh and ALL the magazines need to be drop-free. A flack-jacket, level 3. A MP-10 with...."
The Fiddler went on to tell the old man everything he needed. When he finished the old man turned around without a word and walked into the back room. He was gone for almost 10 minutes, then he returned carrying a large cardboard box that now contained all the equipment the Fiddler required.
"Load the mags." The Fiddler commanded, then without any reservation, took off his jacket, his shirt and undid his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. Slipping the flack-jacket over his undershirt and boxer-briefs, he pulled his pants back up and put back on his shortsleeve collared shirt. He then grabed the shoulder holster from the box and proceded to put it on. Replacing his jacket, he slipped one of the 10 round mags into the 19, worked the action, pressed the mag-release lever, caught the mag, replaced the shell that had been chambered, and then shoved the mag back into the pistol.
"You wouldn't happen to have some cars out back would you?" the Fiddler inquired as he completed arming himself by loading the Glock 26 and strapping it into the ankle holster he had placed on his ankle, under his pant-leg.
"Yes... But..."
"An Audi, what kinds of engines you got in your Audis?"
The old man described the engine of the only Audi he had.
"That ought to do where are the keys...? Oh and one more thing I need a CD."
"Incase my car is bugged then they can't hear wether your engine is running or not, right?" The old man asked as he smiled, then continued, "That car is not bugged, trust me."
"Just get me a CD!"
"Okay, you got any preferences?"

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Half asleep Tessa felt the ring being slipped from here finger, but in her partial-subconcious state the thought had no meaning.

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Kneeling beside Tessa, The Man with The Hat slipped the ring into his pocket. He then rolled Tessa onto here stomach, and pulled her arms behind her onto her back. Next he grabbed the cord from his teeth reached down to tie her hands together. Suddenly, as he started to wrap the cord her wrists, her left hand broke free of his hold, shot up, and grabbed him by the neck.
He felt himself being jerked over her body and land face-up, on the other side. Instantly she was on top of him, with both her hands around his neck.
He swung a blow at her, but her arms got in the way making it glance off her harmlessly. He felt her grip tighten and the world grew dark, then light, then dark again. He knew he was about tho faint, but for all his struggling, nothing seemed to help.
"If I let go, will you tell me why you impersonated Goodsport?" Tessa yelled, "JUST SHAKE YOUR HEAD!"
In the panic that comes with the cutting off of air, The Man with the Hat shook his head: 'yes.'
Slowly Tessa released The Man, and he began to breath again.
"Alright now tell me." Tessa inquired, pulling her pistol from her pocket and pointing it at him.
"I impersonated him because we didn't know how much you knew, see we thought the 'badguys' had contacted you first, so I impersonated one of the 'badguys' who I thought you would think was one of the goodguys..."
Interupting Tessa demanded: "then why were you just trying to tie me up?"
"It is for your own good, I have to take you to hidding place so you can't be captured and used against us."

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Sliding the "Blaze Of Glory: Young Guns II" CD into the CD player of the Audi--as he drove out of Warsaw-- the Fiddler skipped to Track #6 and turned the volume way up.
He then turned the breif case on the passenger seat toward him and opened it. As expected, there was a laptop inside with a cell phone hook-up and cell phone attached to the modem.
Picking up the phone he punched in Deirdre's number again.
"You have more people over here don't you?"
"Yes Fiddler I do."
"So where are they?" Fiddler queried.
"Well, Jerico is on his way to some hideout that my men have Aragorn and Goodsport pinned down in. You can go put a bullet through his head for me on your way to the cave."
"A'right, how do I head him off?"
Explaining where Jerico was headed she then added: "he's driving a red BMW."
All the time the music had been blaring in the background. Hanging up the phone, next to the laptop, he took the next right and started following the instructions Deirdre had given him.

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Next chapter Short Round?

--the Fiddler
fiddler@micron.net

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