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After all this, enough was enough
The case had been extremely tough
I needed to take a vacation
Far away from the station
Somewhere that wasn’t so rough

~M was gone now, the case had been closed
They didn’t need us, so I left, unopposed
Packed my bags in my trunk
To get away from this funk
But whereto, I would leave, undisclosed

Far away, from the city and grime
Of having to fight all this crime
Had enough of the dirt
And that lemon dessert
Need to just relax for some time

Managed to survive Fred and Cory
And Mildred, well she’s another story
Then there’s Walt with the flame
That’s the name of his game
Now, cooking things in his own laboratory

Penelope, thank God, flew back to Perth
Michael has finally gotten rid of his girth
Swore off lemons for life
Gave them all to his wife
No longer looks like he’s about to give birth

Sarah’s back at the office, what a gal
She’s really become quite a pal
Saved me from those awful chains
By simply throwing her planes
Take her with me, on vacation, I shall

As for ~M and her girls, they disappeared
When the time for their trials had neared
Left a note, an inky indenture
“See you soon, on our next adventure!”
Three masterminds on the loose, oh dear!

And so ends this case, rather grand
Though nothing went as we planned
Still, there may come a day
But now, there’s nothing more to say
Let me be, with my feet in the sand

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Until next time, this is N. Owl, signing off   🙂

July Writing Prompt – Inky Adventures – Day 31/31 – The entire 31 days can be found HERE

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Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice!  If you’ve  missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!

Making my getaway only proved more of hazard than a Godsend. Walt floored the gas pedal to get us away from there as fast as possible. I think I left my stomach about a mile or so back. Actually, it felt more like death dangling in front of me. It didn’t matter, though. The police were coming up fast, siren’s getting louder as they gained on us. Making a sharp turn, Walt pulled in to a parking garage, turned off the car, and we ducked out of sight. The cars whizzed right by us. Pfft, dopes.

Catching my breath, I thanked Walt for his bravery, and said we should split up. This way, even if they did catch up to us, we wouldn’t both be thrown in jail. I had had enough of it already, and didn’t want a repeat performance. Looking around, I exited the car and began walking. I had no idea where I was heading, until I found myself smack in front of ~M’s house. I’ll never learn.

Looking up, I could see a young girl’s head peeking through the curtain. I was guessing it was ~M’s littlest one. I had seen her by the window before. I had to be on the lookout for her older daughter. If one was in the house, the other was out, and that made me nervous. And where was ~M? I continued walking, hoping the little girl didn’t see me. Silly me. These were ~M’s girls. Of course she saw me. Not to mention I was the only one on the street.

I threw my hands up in the air, as if in defeat, and smiled. The front door opened, and the youngest made her way down the path. I waited until she got close enough to me, and then put my hand up to stop her. She did, with a very quizzical look on her face. There was no denying she was ~M’s. I imagined it was how ~M looked at this age. An ever scheming mind hidden in a veil of innocence.

“Where’s your mother?” I asked.

“She’s not home” she replied. “She’s out with my sister. You can wait inside if you like.”

I wasn’t falling for that. I shook my head no, and proceeded, “I know you know who I am, and that I’ve been after your mom for some time now.” She nodded. “But I need to find her and bring her to justice. She can’t keep getting away with these challenges of hers. It’s causing perpetual pandemonium! And those poor pigeons. They’ve be deplumed! (Is that a word?). I’ve been down cobblestone passages, gotten stuck in a parade, dealt with a firebug, lost track of time, had to move mutts and a pesky milkman, and deal with a food fight consisting of lemon mush! I’m exhausted. Please, ask her to come out.”

The little girl looked amused, turned on her heels and went back into the house. It felt like an eternity had passed and still no sign of ~M. I imagined the three of them were in there, laughing away. And I wouldn’t blame them. They had outsmarted my crew and me over and over again. The only thing left was to plead my case and hope for the best. I didn’t get it. A loud roar from the back of the house indicated something was happening. Suddenly, a helicopter was hovering above me, with no other than ~M at the controls. Damn, she’s a pilot, too? That was the end. They waved goodbye and the bird was gone in a whoosh, and a crap load of dirt, flying everywhere, that sent me toppling backwards and plum on my ass. Serves me right.

I picked myself up, booked my flight home and waited for the bashing of a lifetime. I figured my days at the bureau were over. And once again, I was wrong. Chief was waiting for me when I landed, congratulated me for making it back alive, and said “see ya in the morning.” Apparently, other agents hadn’t been so lucky. Even though I had failed the task put before me, he didn’t let me go. Breathing in a welcome breath of air, and sneezing my brains out (I’ll never learn), I headed home. By this time, I realized I was really pooped from all the running around. I chased after a woman who had no intentions of ever being caught. Still…

~M was good, but not that good. Even though she took off with the girls, she left behind the one thing she was never without. Her plume. I knew she’d be back for it, and I’d be waiting for her, but this time, on my turf.

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July Writing Prompt – Death Dangled – Day 30/31

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~M was routinely ravished by her evil doings. She delighted in the fact that no one could ever figure out what she was up to. She could be right in front of you and you’d never know it. And she had her daughters up to no good, too. They took great pride in outsmarting any unsuspecting person who happened to cross their paths. They had learned well from dear mom.

The three of them together, ~M, Bri and Auti, were a force to be reckoned with. A trio of masterminds was surely more than a group of bumbling agents could even imagine to tackle. That’s what I was always afraid of. There were now seven of us, and no one had any clue as to where ~M could be. To make matters worse, Walt was missing.

I decided to take it upon myself to go looking for him. There was less of a chance of things being screwed up. Too many chiefs, you know the rest. Getting into my car, I started the engine, hearing a rather odd noise coming from the rear of the car. Thinking the rental was having an issue, I put the car back into park and listened to it idle. The noise wasn’t coming from the car itself. The longer I sat there, the louder it became. I realized, at that point, it was a moan, a human moan! Who? What? WALT!

“OMG, Walt? I hear you. Where are you?” I yelled out.

What I heard was a very muffled “Trun….” And then it was silent again. The trunk! I shut off the car, hit the trunk release, but it was jammed! I grabbed the keys, and tried to manually unlock the trunk. The key hole had been tampered with. I desperately looked around to see if there was something I could use to pry open the trunk. The crowbar was in the trunk. I always thought that kind of odd. What good would it do you if you needed to pry open something quickly? I mean, it’s kind of stupid not to keep it nearer to you, IN the car, right?

Oh sorry, I’m rambling. I do this when I’m upset, overwhelmed, angry, basically any emotion other than calm.

Signaling to the car valet, I asked if he had a crowbar. I explained that Walt was trapped in the trunk and there was no time to lose. He ran to the little hut they had for the valets, grabbed a crowbar and began working on opening the trunk, It wasn’t working. By that time, a crowd was gathering, including my crew. I shot them a look, basically telling them to find ~M, once and for all. She could not get away with this. Playing jokes was one thing, but almost taking a life is quite another.

The cops arrived, CSU in tow, and immediately got the latch opened. There was Walt, tied up, duct taped, and barely breathing. How long had he been in there? I started towards him, and found myself being pinned against the patrol car, and handcuffed. Trying to explain what had happened, and who I was, I was then read my rights and arrested for kidnapping and attempted murder. It was ~M. She called in an anonymous tip, and the cops assumed I was behind all of this.

I was not looking forward to jail. I don’t look good in stripes…

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July Writing Prompt – Routinely Ravished – Day 28/31

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