It's been two days since our trap was laid. Much time has been spent in prayer, reading the archives of Calvinistic Cartoons, and similar activities. The staff has been closely observed with no signs of trouble. However, our prime suspect has seemed to be acting a little strange for the past few hours. Coincidence, or setup?
"Homes, we're about to go out for some lunch," my colleague declares as he walks into the room given to me by Tesla, "would you like to join us?"
"Mmm, I'm not sure," I reply, rising to my feet. "I think I might stop by the lab...Maybe call up the local police inspector."
"Alright, we'll see you when we get back. Do you want us to bring anything back? Chinese buffet."
"Yes, that would be fine," I answer, smiling. "After all, you do know all of my favorites."
"Quite true," he laughs. "Godspeed until then, friend."
"Likewise."
As I watch my friend leave, I decide to set about my first order of business: contacting the local inspector.
"Initiate call to Inspector Calvin W. Lee," I order my in-ear communicator. It rings for only a brief moment until our new ally is ready to chat.
"Hello, Homes, what can I do for you?" he inquires.
"Greetings, Inspector Lee, I hope you are well," I answer, glancing down at my watch. "I was just wondering if our hidden cameras at the lab have picked anything up yet."
"None yet, and my men are constantly viewing the footage. No leads, either. This was the work of a professional."
Nodding, I stroke my chin. "So it would seem..."
-
"You bumbling idiot, why didn't you tell me that hidden cameras had been installed?!" Doctor Eddy Son screams, causing his minion, Thomas Alva, to shrink back.
"Because they were hidden, sir," he squeaks, peeking out from behind his raised hands. "Well, actually, they were already installed...But they were briefly off for maintenance. I stole the chain out from under the guards' noses..."
"I deserve professionals, and I am up with fools like you," the doctor sobs. "I need those notes soon. I want Tesla's and his colleagues' heads!"
"Isn't murder going a bit far?"
"It's a figure of speech, imbecile. How could an Arminian be so stupid?"
"I'm actually a Pelagian."
"I don't care what you are - get me those papers!"
The lab is empty at this time of day, I ponder as I drive one of Tesla's vehicles to his lab. Minus the guards - it's just less of them, to draw our little thief in, hopefully. But I wonder if he didn't steal during the day...
Arriving at the grand building, I notice a familiar vehicle - one of the employee's. This could be legit...Or it couldseemlegit. We're about to find out.
Stepping out, doors locking soundly behind me, I stride up to the entryway, almost jumping as I hear police cars in the distance - and it sounds like they're coming this way.
Should I pray, or should I go? I wonder as I look down at my passkey. With a smile, I glance at the vehicles in the distance, my right hand going for the laser pistol at my side. Definitely both.
"Initiate call to Thomas Watkins," I order my communicator as I dash for the door. "I think we've got our man!"
-
"Good work, Calvindrone 9000," Doctor Son praises his Calvin-faced drone, with cutting-edge cloaking capabilities. "Your invisibility combined with the little smoke plan of my incompetent assistant proved successful...All with him left looking innocent. Oh, there may be circumstantial evidence, but nothing substantial."
Rising to his feet, the madman laughs uproariously, casting darts at photos of Eddie Eddings, Sherwood Homes, Tom Watkins, Corky Velveeta, Nikola Tesla, and Inspector Calvin W. Lee. "Soon," he cackles, "you will all fear me!"
-
"Oh, hello, Homes," a gruff voice greets as the doors blast open before I can even reach them, revealing a detective whose name I barely know, Thomas Alva being led along by two policemen. "Nice of you to join us!"
"But Inspector Lee..." I stutter, perplexed.
"We had to keep the plan from him to prevent leaks," our ally, W.A. Fink, explains. "I'll fill you in as soon as the others arrive...I assume you've called them."
"Yes, yes," I reply, still stunned. "Well, thank God it's over...I assume."
"The police can do things right every now and then, Mister Homes," Fink tells me with a wink as the rest of the group arrives, including some police vehicles, one a high-security transport one.
Hahahaha, I wrap it up in a way that both surprises and pleases me, and then I forget about the word challenge. X-D Sorry. So, this is a bonus...
You can search high and low After an explosion Or with an Eskimo But you won't find it, no, no It's not a matter of confusion Your head you better be using A Bible verse about losing your salvation It ain't in there Nope, it ain't in there
(Chorus) Rarer than real map to Narnia 'Cause Narnia doesn't exist No matter how long your quiet time is I'll just smile and shake my head at ya God keeps those who are His To the very end Yeah, to the very end
When I talk to y'all about this You sometimes jump like frogs in a fire You shake, and bite your lip 'Cause you can't find it It's such a central desire But you could do it until you die And no mater hard you try It ain't in there Thank God, it's not in there
(Chorus) Rarer than real map to Narnia 'Cause Narnia doesn't exist No matter how long your quiet time is I'll just smile and shake my head at ya God keeps those who are His To the very end Yeah, to the very end
God will finish His work 'Cause even though we weren't worth It He died to make us worth it The debt's already paid The future's already laid We'll be with Him We're conforming to Him One day at a time One day at a time
(Chorus) Rarer than real map to Narnia 'Cause Narnia doesn't exist No matter how long your quiet time is I'll just smile and shake my head at ya God keeps those who are His To the very end Yeah, to the very end
Apologies for kinda breaking the rules...This isn't a story, and it's not super comical. But hopefully the two combined will be close enough. :-P
I shall do this...Once I do number sixty eight. X-D Sorry, been feeling really awful. Tired, too. Prayers appreciated.
ReplyDeleteNumber sixty eight and part two of the story done. Part one is on sixty seven. Will do this one shortly.
ReplyDeleteThe Case of Tesla's Missing Chain - Part Three
ReplyDeleteIt's been two days since our trap was laid. Much time has been spent in prayer, reading the archives of Calvinistic Cartoons, and similar activities. The staff has been closely observed with no signs of trouble. However, our prime suspect has seemed to be acting a little strange for the past few hours. Coincidence, or setup?
"Homes, we're about to go out for some lunch," my colleague declares as he walks into the room given to me by Tesla, "would you like to join us?"
"Mmm, I'm not sure," I reply, rising to my feet. "I think I might stop by the lab...Maybe call up the local police inspector."
"Alright, we'll see you when we get back. Do you want us to bring anything back? Chinese buffet."
"Yes, that would be fine," I answer, smiling. "After all, you do know all of my favorites."
"Quite true," he laughs. "Godspeed until then, friend."
"Likewise."
As I watch my friend leave, I decide to set about my first order of business: contacting the local inspector.
"Initiate call to Inspector Calvin W. Lee," I order my in-ear communicator. It rings for only a brief moment until our new ally is ready to chat.
"Hello, Homes, what can I do for you?" he inquires.
"Greetings, Inspector Lee, I hope you are well," I answer, glancing down at my watch. "I was just wondering if our hidden cameras at the lab have picked anything up yet."
"None yet, and my men are constantly viewing the footage. No leads, either. This was the work of a professional."
Nodding, I stroke my chin. "So it would seem..."
-
"You bumbling idiot, why didn't you tell me that hidden cameras had been installed?!" Doctor Eddy Son screams, causing his minion, Thomas Alva, to shrink back.
"Because they were hidden, sir," he squeaks, peeking out from behind his raised hands. "Well, actually, they were already installed...But they were briefly off for maintenance. I stole the chain out from under the guards' noses..."
"I deserve professionals, and I am up with fools like you," the doctor sobs. "I need those notes soon. I want Tesla's and his colleagues' heads!"
"Isn't murder going a bit far?"
"It's a figure of speech, imbecile. How could an Arminian be so stupid?"
"I'm actually a Pelagian."
"I don't care what you are - get me those papers!"
"Yes, sir," Alva replies. "Whatever you say."
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ReplyDeleteThe lab is empty at this time of day, I ponder as I drive one of Tesla's vehicles to his lab. Minus the guards - it's just less of them, to draw our little thief in, hopefully. But I wonder if he didn't steal during the day...
Arriving at the grand building, I notice a familiar vehicle - one of the employee's. This could be legit...Or it couldseemlegit. We're about to find out.
Stepping out, doors locking soundly behind me, I stride up to the entryway, almost jumping as I hear police cars in the distance - and it sounds like they're coming this way.
Should I pray, or should I go? I wonder as I look down at my passkey. With a smile, I glance at the vehicles in the distance, my right hand going for the laser pistol at my side. Definitely both.
"Initiate call to Thomas Watkins," I order my communicator as I dash for the door. "I think we've got our man!"
-
"Good work, Calvindrone 9000," Doctor Son praises his Calvin-faced drone, with cutting-edge cloaking capabilities. "Your invisibility combined with the little smoke plan of my incompetent assistant proved successful...All with him left looking innocent. Oh, there may be circumstantial evidence, but nothing substantial."
Rising to his feet, the madman laughs uproariously, casting darts at photos of Eddie Eddings, Sherwood Homes, Tom Watkins, Corky Velveeta, Nikola Tesla, and Inspector Calvin W. Lee. "Soon," he cackles, "you will all fear me!"
-
"Oh, hello, Homes," a gruff voice greets as the doors blast open before I can even reach them, revealing a detective whose name I barely know, Thomas Alva being led along by two policemen. "Nice of you to join us!"
"But Inspector Lee..." I stutter, perplexed.
"We had to keep the plan from him to prevent leaks," our ally, W.A. Fink, explains. "I'll fill you in as soon as the others arrive...I assume you've called them."
"Yes, yes," I reply, still stunned. "Well, thank God it's over...I assume."
"The police can do things right every now and then, Mister Homes," Fink tells me with a wink as the rest of the group arrives, including some police vehicles, one a high-security transport one.
Smiling, I laugh. "I guess so."
Hahahaha, I wrap it up in a way that both surprises and pleases me, and then I forget about the word challenge. X-D Sorry. So, this is a bonus...
ReplyDeleteYou can search high and low
After an explosion
Or with an Eskimo
But you won't find it, no, no
It's not a matter of confusion
Your head you better be using
A Bible verse about losing your salvation
It ain't in there
Nope, it ain't in there
(Chorus)
Rarer than real map to Narnia
'Cause Narnia doesn't exist
No matter how long your quiet time is
I'll just smile and shake my head at ya
God keeps those who are His
To the very end
Yeah, to the very end
When I talk to y'all about this
You sometimes jump like frogs in a fire
You shake, and bite your lip
'Cause you can't find it
It's such a central desire
But you could do it until you die
And no mater hard you try
It ain't in there
Thank God, it's not in there
(Chorus)
Rarer than real map to Narnia
'Cause Narnia doesn't exist
No matter how long your quiet time is
I'll just smile and shake my head at ya
God keeps those who are His
To the very end
Yeah, to the very end
God will finish His work
'Cause even though we weren't worth
It
He died to make us worth it
The debt's already paid
The future's already laid
We'll be with Him
We're conforming to Him
One day at a time
One day at a time
(Chorus)
Rarer than real map to Narnia
'Cause Narnia doesn't exist
No matter how long your quiet time is
I'll just smile and shake my head at ya
God keeps those who are His
To the very end
Yeah, to the very end
Apologies for kinda breaking the rules...This isn't a story, and it's not super comical. But hopefully the two combined will be close enough. :-P
Joel, if there was an award for "Most Time Taken on Commenting" you would certainly win the prize!
ReplyDeleteThat's reward enough.
ReplyDelete