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Rarity, detective extraordinaire, had gotten a tip that several paintings that had been recently stolen from local museums were being held a few miles outside of town where an insane asylum used to be. Were those tips totally true? She was determined to find out.
Stepping inside, Rarity shone a flashlight around. Nothing suspicious in the abandoned lobby, save for the numerous layers of dust that surrounded the area (Sure, the place was abandoned. But would it kill someone to show up with a feather duster at some point?!). She crept down several winding hallways, carefully stepping over broken wheelchair parts and opened pill bottles. She finally found something to investigate when, after tiptoeing up a flight of stairs, she heard voices coming from what appeared to be the room where the asylum owner used to operate from.
“So, Two-Shoes, what painting are we swipin’ next?” a masculine (yet slightly dainty) voice asked
“I don’t know, Bugsy,” another (deep) voice replied. “What say you, Boss?”
“I dunno,” a third voice (that carried a strong Italian accent) responded. “We’ll just go to that art museum Sammy Slimfish was talkin’ ‘bout last week and just swipe whatever pic looks the best.”
A conniving conversation about pinching paintings?! Rarity quickly whipped out her tape recorder and clicked on the “record” button, hoping to get the crooks to accidentally implicate themselves on tape.
“But let’s talk about them paintings we got from the Maretropolis,” Bugsy said. “Just look at the Venus de Mylittle!”
Rarity was nodding in satisfaction about the information that was flowing forth. But the dust cloud in the lobby had apparently followed her up the staircase, for the detective felt a sneeze a-coming!
“Would ya zip it, Bugsy?” Boss chided. “Could ya not discuss the major painting we illegally borrowed out loud?”
“Ah come on, Boss,” Two-Shoes replied. “No one’s around these parts.”
Rarity tried her darndest to stifle the sneeze that would most certainly give her snooping away, but that sneeze was a stubborn one! Knowing that there was no way to stop it, Rarity dug into her pocket for her handkerchief, hoping that it’d muffle her sneeze as much as possible.
“He’s got a point,” Bugsy said. “No one, wackjob or otherwise, has been ‘round here in years, decades prob’ly.”
“AH-AH-AH-CHOO!!!”
“Bless you,” all three crooks stated in unision before Boss realized something: no one in the room had sneezed...
Damn dust! Despite pretty much burying her face in the handkerchief, Rarity’s sneeze might as well have been a gunshot inside the nearly-abandoned building. Realizing her cover was most definitely blown, Rarity turned to run. But the crooks must’ve been staunch believers in cardio, for all three crooks had caught up to the detective in record time and surrounded her..
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“Get in there, ya nosy broad!” Boss shouted as he tossed the bound Rarity inside the padded cell.
After they caught the fleeing female, the three crooks used the resources they found scattered around the asylum to restrain her. They placed her in a straitjacket (at least they didn’t tighten the crotch strap that much), bound her ankles and knees with rope and gagged her with a cloth stuffed in her mouth that was secured with a white cloth tightly tied over her mouth. After she was secured, the three carried her to the basement floor where patients used to be held.
“That’ll learn ya to eavesdrop in on conversations that don’t concern ya,” Boss said with a smirk as he slammed the cell door shut.
“Uh, Boss, what are we gonna do with her?” Two-Shoes asked.
“I dunno. But we’ll be keepin’ her here for a while so she doesn’t spill the beans ‘bout our little art collection.”
“But how long is ‘a while’?” Bugsy asked.
“Relax! We’ll feed her! It’s not like I plan on lettin’ her die.”
“‘Cause you don’t want a manslaughter charge with the thievery charges?”
“Exactly. Let’s get back upstairs.” With that, Rarity heard footsteps head away from her cell.
As soon as the footsteps were inaudible, Rarity slowly made her way to her knees and tried to free herself from the canvas contraption. But all of the straps were way too tight to overcome for her.
Frustrated, Rarity threw herself on her back (at least the padding of the cell was still in decent shape, so the impact barely hurt) and screamed into the cloth that was crammed into her mouth. She vowed to escape and bring those ne’er-do-wells to justice. Rarity also vowed that her next investigation would be about an escapology class...
The End
Stepping inside, Rarity shone a flashlight around. Nothing suspicious in the abandoned lobby, save for the numerous layers of dust that surrounded the area (Sure, the place was abandoned. But would it kill someone to show up with a feather duster at some point?!). She crept down several winding hallways, carefully stepping over broken wheelchair parts and opened pill bottles. She finally found something to investigate when, after tiptoeing up a flight of stairs, she heard voices coming from what appeared to be the room where the asylum owner used to operate from.
“So, Two-Shoes, what painting are we swipin’ next?” a masculine (yet slightly dainty) voice asked
“I don’t know, Bugsy,” another (deep) voice replied. “What say you, Boss?”
“I dunno,” a third voice (that carried a strong Italian accent) responded. “We’ll just go to that art museum Sammy Slimfish was talkin’ ‘bout last week and just swipe whatever pic looks the best.”
A conniving conversation about pinching paintings?! Rarity quickly whipped out her tape recorder and clicked on the “record” button, hoping to get the crooks to accidentally implicate themselves on tape.
“But let’s talk about them paintings we got from the Maretropolis,” Bugsy said. “Just look at the Venus de Mylittle!”
Rarity was nodding in satisfaction about the information that was flowing forth. But the dust cloud in the lobby had apparently followed her up the staircase, for the detective felt a sneeze a-coming!
“Would ya zip it, Bugsy?” Boss chided. “Could ya not discuss the major painting we illegally borrowed out loud?”
“Ah come on, Boss,” Two-Shoes replied. “No one’s around these parts.”
Rarity tried her darndest to stifle the sneeze that would most certainly give her snooping away, but that sneeze was a stubborn one! Knowing that there was no way to stop it, Rarity dug into her pocket for her handkerchief, hoping that it’d muffle her sneeze as much as possible.
“He’s got a point,” Bugsy said. “No one, wackjob or otherwise, has been ‘round here in years, decades prob’ly.”
“AH-AH-AH-CHOO!!!”
“Bless you,” all three crooks stated in unision before Boss realized something: no one in the room had sneezed...
Damn dust! Despite pretty much burying her face in the handkerchief, Rarity’s sneeze might as well have been a gunshot inside the nearly-abandoned building. Realizing her cover was most definitely blown, Rarity turned to run. But the crooks must’ve been staunch believers in cardio, for all three crooks had caught up to the detective in record time and surrounded her..
______________________________________
“Get in there, ya nosy broad!” Boss shouted as he tossed the bound Rarity inside the padded cell.
After they caught the fleeing female, the three crooks used the resources they found scattered around the asylum to restrain her. They placed her in a straitjacket (at least they didn’t tighten the crotch strap that much), bound her ankles and knees with rope and gagged her with a cloth stuffed in her mouth that was secured with a white cloth tightly tied over her mouth. After she was secured, the three carried her to the basement floor where patients used to be held.
“That’ll learn ya to eavesdrop in on conversations that don’t concern ya,” Boss said with a smirk as he slammed the cell door shut.
“Uh, Boss, what are we gonna do with her?” Two-Shoes asked.
“I dunno. But we’ll be keepin’ her here for a while so she doesn’t spill the beans ‘bout our little art collection.”
“But how long is ‘a while’?” Bugsy asked.
“Relax! We’ll feed her! It’s not like I plan on lettin’ her die.”
“‘Cause you don’t want a manslaughter charge with the thievery charges?”
“Exactly. Let’s get back upstairs.” With that, Rarity heard footsteps head away from her cell.
As soon as the footsteps were inaudible, Rarity slowly made her way to her knees and tried to free herself from the canvas contraption. But all of the straps were way too tight to overcome for her.
Frustrated, Rarity threw herself on her back (at least the padding of the cell was still in decent shape, so the impact barely hurt) and screamed into the cloth that was crammed into her mouth. She vowed to escape and bring those ne’er-do-wells to justice. Rarity also vowed that her next investigation would be about an escapology class...
The End
