BAKER’S DOZEN… Chapter 9

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A few months ago, a guy named Joe Owens asked me if I would like to join a group of writers in a collaborative story.  He writes Joe’s Musings.  I said yes.  He calls the story Baker’s Dozen, since there are 12 writers… he wrote the first chapter and will finish the story with the 13th.  Look for TedBook on the BD Logo, created by the ever so clever Jennifer Pendergast at Elmo Writes.  You may have read my chapters in the Fiction Relay  started by The Reclining Gentleman… that’s been going on for almost a year now, and lots of fun.

So now the Baker’s Dozen is up to Chapter 9… hey, that’s my turn…  here you go!

This is the story of a guy named Forrest.  He is caught in a series of escalating events started by a cryptic message on his computer screen and a strange medallion he has worn on his neck since youth.  He has escaped death with the beautiful Angie many times since the story started.  But is Angie who she seems or something else?  When last we saw Forrest, he was confined to a cell and knocked unconscious…

Chapter 9

The staccato click of high heels on tile reverberated down the hallway alerting the men sequestered in the situation room of a rogue unit of the RNC.  A phalanx of men entered and took up position, followed by a svelte figure dressed in a back pencil skirt, topped with a silk camisole and trademark red blazer, sporting the familiar rhinestone American flag pin on the lapel.  Piercing eyes behind the Kazuo Kawasaki eyewear locked on each man for a second.

“Have you heard from Ross yet?”

“Yes ma’am.  He briefed us an hour ago.”  A withering glance made the speaker wish he had lied, he quickly continued.  “Ross claims they are being held in the Pelosi/Reid compound outside Las Vegas.  His agent arranged to be held captive with the others to gain access.  Forrest was wearing the medallion when he entered, so there’s every reason to expect recovery should be ours.”

“I would like Forrest unharmed if possible, and the girl held captive too, save her.  What of Angie?  Has she shown her true colors yet?  Her father was none to happy.”

“She is not being held with the others, so Ross thinks Forrest must know by now.  He says the conditions are pretty brutal in the cells”

Sarah smoothed her skirt and blazed a look at the group.  “That’s the Dems for you!  They have become emboldened during his second term.  Gentlemen, there can be no failure if the GOP expects to beat Michelle in the next election.  We must have the medallion.  What does Ross plan to do?”

A senior aide stepped forward.  “Mr. Ross has assembled a crack team of Cirque de Soleil performers from the show at the Bellagio to infiltrate the complex.  A complete layout and the location of the cells, along with an escape route was furnished by Max Welton after he was expelled from the house and defected to our side.  He is Tea Party all the way now and has been most helpful.  Mr. Ross is awaiting the go.”

“Good.  Then green light it and have my helicopter ready in five minutes.”  A quick turn and the heels left the room.

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A nondescript white van left the bright lights of The Strip and headed toward the Wilson Cliffs.  The smell of rosin and makeup hung heavy in air.  Good thing they’re small, thought Ross, otherwise I’d have to get a larger vehicle.   After going over the plan and assigning roles, an excited silence fell over the group of men and women dressed in black.  The threat of world domination and the resulting chaos on their homelands had made for an easy recruitment.  Tranquilizer guns had been issued, and a switchblade in case the slitting of throats became necessary.  Ross hoped not, as he did not want to further ramp up hostilities.  The bombing by drones on Forrest’s building, and subsequent attacks had been unfortunate and showed the lengths they would go to win an election.  He wished he could have stayed to free Forrest from Angie’s grasp, but after that damn fool bolted with her, he had to make other plans. Sarah had not been happy.

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In Washington D.C., two powerful leaders meet in the back room of a small restaurant.  One leads a majority and the other a minority.  The clink of champagne glasses finishes the meeting.

“Has Renaissance been notified of the news from Nevada?”

‘Yes, I’m told she’s grateful.”

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Later that evening, the captives find themselves tied to metal folding chairs against a stone wall in an open courtyard.  The girl next to Forrest watched as the woman the others called Angie crushed a capsule under Forrest’s nose.  Jolting awake, he was disoriented and fought his bonds.  Waste of good Amyl, thought Angie, but it did the trick.  “Forrest, can you hear me?  I am going to say good-bye to you and your friends now.”  This announcement and the men with the M-27’s seemed worrisome to them, as the guards had not been seen carrying machine guns before.

Sleep in the cells had been hard to come by, and the girl thought she was seeing things as if there were people sliding down ropes in the gloom on the other side.  A sudden flash of light and a deafening roar caught everyone by surprise.  There was no time to react as figures came cascading across the stones in a dizzying array of cartwheels, handsprings, and somersaults.  The guards were quickly subdued, but it took 3 tranquilizer darts to put Angie down.  The group was rushed to the center of the yard as lights started flooding the compound.

Then, blades of a helicopter so silent they could barely be heard, and the rush of air seemed heaven-sent to the captives.  The girl crushed against Forrest asked how he had been.  Looking at her he could only say…

“Christina?”

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Thanks for reading… to start at the beginning, click on the Baker’s Dozen link at the top.  Would love to hear how you liked my chapter.

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I just realized, I may have lost some of my ‘international’ readers.  So, a glossary of sorts:

RNC… Republican National Committee ~ GOP… Grand Old Party ~ Sarah… Sarah Palin, the darling of the Tea Party (a radical conservative faction of the GOP) ~ Pelosi and Reid… the Minority Leader of the House of Representatives and the Majority Leader of the Senate… The leaders of the Democratic Party ~Renaissance… the secret service code name for Michelle Obama

15 responses

  1. what a cool collaborative project )

    1. It is a lot of fun. And a bit daunting… but lots of different writing styles coming together. The first time I ever saw anything like this was “Naked Came the Manatee”… as super fun read by Dave Barry, Carl Hiaasen, Elmore Leonard, and a bunch of like minded (famous) writers, each inserting their own character into the story. I can’t remember who I gave my copy to, but I want it back!

  2. Oh dear, I’m lost….

    1. How so, Franny dear?

      1. I see characters that I’ve never seen before all thrown into the story and some things like RNC and GOP I don’t know the meaning of! But then again, as I said, I might wait for my turn, re-read everything and then try to figure out what I have to do! I’m aware to be extremely ignorant!

  3. […] and took up position, followed by a svelte figure dressed in a back pencil skirt, topped with a silk camisole and trademark red blazer, sporting the familiar rhinestone American flag pin on the lapel.  […]

  4. Quite a challenge. Looks like fun.

  5. I can hardly wait to see what comes next…….anything is possible in our
    current political climate.

    1. Yes, for sure… the Tea Party and their Princess never cease to amaze.

  6. Thank God for the Cirque de Soleil.

  7. Next week when I have some free time I’m going to have to start at the beginning. I’m only working with Alastair on the Vamp story…I can’t imagine working with so many other folks…and how will it all tie up in that last chapter.

    Well, I liked it enough to go and see what the rest of it is about… Much easier to write when you aren’t restricting yourself to 100 or 150 words. Let me know if you like sci/fi fantasy as I’ve a story I’ve been piecing together for about a year now (once a week) in verse. That’s on a different site. I also have other stories on my Flash Fiction site. So much to read so little time.

    I like the tie in of the circus with politics. 😉 It really is a bit of a fantsy, politics, isn’t it? 🙂

    1. I do like sci/fi… maybe a little fantasy, depends.

      Yes, “So much to read so little time.” I usually write flash, but have been trying some longer things lately. Unfortunately, this time of year it’s ‘so much want to write so little time.

  8. Ah, a glossary, thank heavens. Although I like to think I got most of the references, I probably didn’t!! You’ve brought us back to the real world with this one, Ted, and like you I can’t wait to see how Joe ties it all back together.

  9. […] and took up position, followed by a svelte figure dressed in a back pencil skirt, topped with a silk camisole and trademark red blazer, sporting the familiar rhinestone American flag pin on the lapel.  […]

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