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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Totally Falling

And now for something completely different...a short story written by...me. With a silly little illustration I featured on my old DeviantART page a couple of years ago. The illustration was based on an idea by one of my "watchers" Zim999. The story was all my wacky idea. I've since re-edited it and now, along with an enhanced illustration, present it here. I've left my old "signature" as well. Have a read...



Totally Falling

“Girls,” said Jerry, “I need to see you all at HQ right away.” His rectangular face loomed in full on Clover’s laptop. She was in the student lounge, taking a break from her grueling new college routine. It was bad enough being a new frosh with an over-loaded class schedule, while still having to worry about the rest of the world.

Sheesh!” exclaimed a startled Clover, “You scared me...again! Can’t you ever give us a break, Jerry? A girl has other priorities y’know!” It was 15.45 and Clover was worn out. She just wanted to rest a while at the end of a very busy day.

“And national security should be at the top of the list. You know that,” came Jerry’s reply. “Just find the other girls and get down here, ASAP.” The screen went blank before Clover could get a chance to retort. Heaving a heavy sigh, she gathered up her things into her large, purple book-bag and exited the lounge. Returning to her dorm-room, Clover was glad to find Sam there. “Hey Sam!” she greeted the red-head as she walked into the room.

“Hey yourself,” grinned Sam. “What’s up? You looked stressed out, more so than usual.”

“Oh it’s nothing much,” replied Clover. “Jerry wants us down at HQ again but wouldn’t say what for.”

“Really? I didn’t get any message,” said Sam. “And we all know how he likes to sneak up on us to do that.”

“He blipped in on my laptop while I was in the student lounge,” lamented Clover. “Where’s Alex?”

“Over at the gym, working out. I’ll text her to meet us at HQ,” came Sam’s reply. While Sam grabbed her mobile, Clover went to her wardrobe and got out her red, latex suit. The overhead fluorescent lights glinted off the shiny materiel, as Clover moved to lay the suit on her bed. “Alex’ll meet us there as soon as she can,” said Sam as she too, grabbed her green, spandex suit out of her side of the wardrobe. If it weren’t for the limited size of the room, the girls would each have had their own storage locker. Making do with only the two, they had a tougher time when it came to shopping for clothes.

Both girls quickly stripped down to their undergarments, except Clover removed her bra as well. “This suit is tight enough without me having to wear this thing,” said Clover in response to Sam’s questioning look. Once dressed, Sam and Clover gathered up all their spy-gear that they thought they’d need, and headed out to the car park. Due to the location of the college being so far away, HQ had never bothered to construct a portal to it. Instead, they supplied the girls with a trio of high-tech and super-fast, electric cars. By now it was 16.00 and in no time at all, they were zooming down the back roads, for to use the freeway at that time of the day, was insane. And although the cars could fly, Sam found it more fun to speed along the many winding curves of the country lanes.

Five minutes into the drive, Sam’s mobile jingled the signal for an incoming text message. Clover picked it up from the centre console and read it aloud, “am bak wl mt u thr~alx” (Am back will meet you there~Alex) She texted back simply: ok~clvr. The rest of the twenty-five minute drive was uneventful and Clover took a short nap, as Sam sped along.

Arriving at the massive HQ building, Sam noted the time: 16.25. Twenty-five minutes exactly. She smiled as she prodded Clover awake with her right hand. “Wakey, wakey sleepy-head. We’re here.” Clover let out a groan she slowly came to her senses. By the time Sam had parked the car in the under-ground garage, Clover was fully awake and still rubbing the sleep from her eyes...the feel of her latex gloves cool on her face.

“I still wish I knew why Jerry wanted us here,” said Clover as she and Sam exited the car and walked over to the hyper-lift. It would hurl them to the seventy-eighth floor in seconds.

“Search me,” replied Sam. “But better hang on to your stomach...this thing’s worse than the turbo-tunnel!” She pressed the button for the top floor, as the doors closed. In a flash, the girls went shooting straight up at an alarming rate. Ten seconds later, the lift stopped and both girls, shaking a bit, exited...almost falling out of the lift. “I will never get used to that!” exclaimed Sam.

“Me neither!” returned Clover as she clenched her stomach with her right arm.

“Ah girls, you made it, finally,” said Jerry as he came sneaking round the corner of the main lobby. His brown suit more disheveled than usual. “But wait...where’s...um...Alex?”

“She’s on her way and should be here soon,” answered Sam. She sensed that something about Jerry didn’t seem quite right. And as the girls were bade to follow him, she gave Clover a questioning glance that said, “I wonder what’s wrong, he doesn’t seem himself.” To which Clover just shrugged her shoulders in a “Beats me!” kind of response.

The trio entered into a room that reminded Sam of a conference room, except that it was completely empty. Just bare, cement floors and drywall. Even the ceiling tiles were missing. Duct-work hung all about the metal rafters, some hanging down like giant metal worms. The massive room was thirty metres wide and twenty metres deep. The far wall opposite the door was made almost entirely of heavy glass panels, which ran from the ceiling down to about ninety centimetres from the floor, creating a sort of knee-wall, the top of which one could sit upon and stare out at the view. The view it offered of the city outside was incredible. “This is...or will be soon...the new training facility,” said Jerry, as his wrist-com beeped. “Oh do please excuse me for a moment...be back in a tic. Enjoy the view.” He quickly exited the room, the door automatically shutting and locking behind him.

“He’s acting weird,” said Sam.

Too weird,” agreed Clover. Both girls had an uneasy feeling that was confirmed, when a pale-blue, gaseous cloud started to emit from one of the air-vents. In mere micro-seconds, the same type of gas was bellowing out of all the vents in the room, quickly filling it up. “Wh-what’s happening?!” said Clover as Sam stumbled across to the door. Finding it securely locked, she went for her laser lipstick in the secret compartment, in the heel of her left shoe. But she was too late as the fast-acting gas over-powered both girls. But before she passed out completely, Clover managed to send a distress signal to Alex through her wrist-com, alerting her to the danger at hand. A mere two seconds later, both girls sank to the floor...unconscious.

A good five minutes later, the room was evacuated of all traces of the knock-out gas. Jerry re-entered carrying a roll of duct-tape and two pairs of handcuffs. He quickly pulled Sam’s arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists, none to gently. He then turned her over and tore off a long strip of the shiny, gray tape, and sealed it tightly over her lips. He repeated the entire process with Clover, after which he bodily picked her up with one hand and, with no effort what-so-ever, carried her over to the glass wall. He propped her up in a sitting position, her head drooped down to the left, and went back to collect Sam. Depositing her in a like position next to Clover, Jerry then touched a secret panel in the top of the knee-wall, just to his left. A small door slid open to reveal a small monitor-type screen. Jerry tapped the screen to bring up a command menu, then tapped again. In moments the heavy glass walls started to slowly move. It took only twenty seconds for the windows to retract into the side walls. A slight breeze came rushing in from the late after-noon. Even at that altitude, the wind seemed calm...at least for now.

It was a long drop to street-level. Jerry picked up Clover by the rear of her utility belt in his left hand; she was light as a feather. The inrush of air revived her somewhat and she groggily became aware that she was cuffed and gagged. Panic hit her, as she suddenly realised the true danger she and Sam were in. “How did Jerry all-of-a-sudden get ‘super powers’?” she thought to herself. Clover started to struggle in an effort to get free from Jerry’s grasp, but to no avail. Even her back-kicks did nothing to dissuade him from his evil and deadly task. Her legs flailing all about, Clover, terrified, tried to scream for help through her tape-gag as Jerry lifted her above the height of the knee-wall. Just as he was about to toss Clover out the window, there came a shout of, “Hold it, you mechanical monster!” It was Alex, donned up in her yellow latex, super-suit. By all appearances the suit looked just like her normal one, except this one one had special cybernetic circuitry built in, for added strength, which could come in handy in situations like this current one.

Jerry (the real Jerry), entered behind Alex carrying what looked like a small pistol. It turned out to be an electrical disruptor. But by the time he discharged the weapon, the “other” Jerry had “flicked” Clover out the window with his left hand...just as one would flick a cigarette butt into the street. “Ooops,” he said with no emotion what-so-ever. Alex lost no time in deploying her “super-plunger” from the small pod on her left wrist as Clover went into free-fall...her eyes wide in frightful horror...her muffled and terrified screams ringing in Alex and Jerry’s ears as she fell. It all happened so fast, as Alex ran over to the open wall of windows...her super-plunger gizmo rapidly expanding as it hurtled down toward Clover. Meanwhile, Jerry had succeeded in subduing his mechanical self...the disruptor shorting-out the robot’s circuits, effectively shutting it down. “That’s that,” he said. “I do hope that gizmo of yours works, Alex. It’s never been tested before.”

“You picked a great time to tell me that!” exclaimed Alex through clenched teeth as she watched the plunger zoom ever faster. She wished she could make it go faster and prayed it would do the job it was designed to do, ”super suction”. ”Hang on Clover! I’ll get you!” shouted Alex. “I hope,” she added in a whisper.

...Seventy-first floor...

...Sixty-second floor...

...Fiftieth floor...

Clover continued to pick up speed as she fell head first, screaming into her gag the whole way down. She at least had been able to angle her body into a somewhat awkward dive, given she was handcuffed. She tried and failed to shut her eyes against the rushing air and was totally unaware that help was at hand...almost...

...Forty-third floor...

...Thirty-ninth floor...

“Thiscan’tbehappeningthiscan’tbehappeningthiscan’tbehappening!!” thought Clover as she continued her rapid descent; her short-lived life flashing before her frightened, blue eyes...

...Twenty-seventh floor...

...Eighteenth floor...

...Tenth floor...

Clover could see the sidewalk rapidly approaching...her struggles useless...

...Fifth floor...

The super-plunger had reached its full expansion of thirty centimetres in diametre, as the super-strong steel line continued to pay out. Alex braced herself for the impact the plunger would make (hopefully), on Clover’s arse...

...Fourth floor...

Clover could now make out faces on the few people that had gathered round to witness her possible demise. But, they left a clear path on the sidewalk, just in case the plunger failed to do its job...

...Third floor...

...Second floor...

Clover finally managed to shut her eyes as tight as she could, not wanting to see the looming sidewalk cement...

...First floor...

...THWAAAP! TOINNNN-GGG! went the plunger as it slammed into Clover, nearly covering her entire rear-end. The sudden and violent jerking motion caught her by complete surprise, and she stopped moving. Clover, cautiously and slowly, opened her eyes. She looked down at the sidewalk so close to her nose and shuddered. She’d had no clew she was being rescued. Thanks to Alex and her super-suit and to Jerry for added support (by holding on to her at her waist and bracing himself against the wall), the duo was able to halt Clover’s fall, merely five centimetres from the sidewalk. Talk about your close calls! Clover breathed an over-whelming sigh of relief, as a cute, younger, male by-stander helped to lower her. After which, Clover passed out from sheer relief.


EPILOGUE:


The techie geeks in the lab had constructed a super-robot in Jerry’s exact image (with his approval, of course.) Unfortunately, the ‘net-shielding hadn’t been properly installed and the robot’s onboard wi-fi system was hacked by enemy agents. How they found out about the robot project in the first place, remains under investigation. At any rate, the enemy agents issued commands for the robot to eliminate the TS team. Duping the real Jerry into another unused part of the massive HQ building, just off the main lobby, the robot knocked him out with a swift blow to the back of his head. By the time Alex arrived, Jerry was just coming round and the two met up in the lobby and quickly proceeded to the lift. To say either arrived just in time was an understatement.

The robot was completely dismantled...its parts used for other pending projects.

Clover and Sam both made a full recovery from the after-effects of the gas. And for some strange, unexplained reason, Clover has taken up the sport of hang-gliding.

Das Ende

T. Slater (a.k.a. Torpedo585) 8 February, 2012


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