Crime is a Girly Thing - Part 9
The conclusion.
An hour after being kidnapped the whole city knew of Nutmeg's abduction. A nearby store's surveillance camera filmed it and alerted the police, and the TV stations. The news, over and over, showed Nutmeg beating up the thugs and also her being clobbered over the head by Catgirl.
Catgirl had carried Nutmeg to the van and tossed her in, then had zoomed off. Twenty minutes later, if she had been conscious, Meg would have found herself on the floor of a speeding power boat.
I had seen the news, as had Cindy, and I rushed over to Wayne Manor now in my White Pearl identity. Cindy had secured Batman's receiver and was hunched over it when I arrived. The chip clipped to Meg's bra was beeping her location into the receiver so with a few minor calculations, we, the crime fighting duo, knew exactly where their friend was.
"Catgirl took her to Hager's Island," Young Batgirl announced.
"That island across the bay?" I remembered it as a secluded island a few miles off the mainland.
"Yep. It used to be a prison island but the state closed it and it was sold to an unknown party." Batgirl explained.
"Well let's go. Hey wait, we'll need a boat."
No problem. There's a boat dock off Morgan Street. The boat master, Ted, is a friend of my sister. I know he'll be glad to take us out to the island. He's a loyal citizen and no fan of Catgirl and her criminal kind."
The boat master was sweeping the pier when we reached him. It was a chore that gave him no pleasure apparently for when we told him our mission he flipped the broom aside without hesitation. "Follow me."
He led us to a speed boat tiled to the pier. It looked fast, sleek with a huge outboard motor. "Climb in gals. I'll untie us and we'll be at Hager's in a flash."
Batgirl and I settled down beside the driver seat and we were soon roaring across the water. It took half an hour to reach the island and it wasn't a pleasant arrival for the island was way to rocky to approach in a boat. Jagged rocks were all along its shore line. The boat master dropped the engine to a soft purr and we cautiously circled the island trying to find a place to land.
"Geepers," I said. "Those rocks are everywhere. Is it too dangerous?"
The boat master, Ted, nodded. "Haven't been out here in years. I've never heard of anyone coming here. Not for years. There used to be a landing pier built out from the shore and past those rocks so prisoners could be brought in. That's been long gone from wind and erosion of the wood."
"But Catgirl must have taken Nutmeg there," I said peering at the shore line. "Somehow she got in so there must be a way."
We circled the island slowly trying to find an opening between the rocks. We were about ready to give up when, by luck, I saw what we were looking for. A slip between three huge rocks, two six feet apart and the largest of the three hiding a small channel that led island, I hoped. It was hard to see because trees over hung the entry just behind the concealing rock. A small burst of wind had straightened the branches long enough for me to get a glimpse of what was beyond them.
"Can we get through there?" I asked the boat master.
He grinned. "Piece of cake. I'll have to take it slow but I can fit this baby in tighter quarters than that."
And he did. Soon Young Batgirl and I were on shore. "Ted. We're going further. We have to reach where Catgirl has Meg. Would you go back for the police?"
"I'm on it," Ted said pushing the boat off and steering it out again between the rocks. He soon disappeared out onto the lake.
Batgirl took my hand. "Let's hope that witch didn't hear us. Ted's boat wasn't the quietest I've ever heard."
She was right. But I was more worried about Nutmeg. And what fate Catgirl had in store for her. I feared the worse and hoped, fingers crossed, for the best.
We found a small path just down the way from where we had landed. A motor boat had been driven up on shore near the head of it. The sand revealed a lone set of footprints. Batgirl pointed to it. "There's only one set."
"Figures. Look how deep the prints sink into the sand. Meg must have been knocked out so Catgirl had to carry her."
"You're right. Let's follow the path."
Which is what we did. We had to go slow not wanting to make noise. The path was narrow with branches and twigs litered all over it. Batgirl's outfit included boots while I was barefoot so I was the more silent.
Ten minutes or so later we found a cinder block structure. It looked like an old holding pen for prisoners. I put my fingers up to my lips. "I bet they're in there," I whispered.
Batgirl nodded. "There's a door on the side. and a window up high near the roof."
They were the only openings of any kind in the gray structure. We wouldn't be able to see in, which was bad. We couldn't scope out what was inside. But, at the same time, whoever was inside couldn't see out either. Unless they opened the door.
We carefully, very carefully, made or way up to the door.
Young Batgirl got to one side of the door and I positioned myself to the other. "We'll have to kick the door down and rush her." I again kept my voice low. "You rush to the left and I'll rush to the left. One of us has to grab her before she can find a weapon to use. She'll be caught by surprise so that will work in our favor."
"Gotcha," Batgirl said in a hushed voice, "On the count of three I'll kick the door down. Good luck."
My heart was racing. Crime fighting tends to give a girl a rush of adrenalin. Batgirl flashed a one with her finger, then a two. I tensed and she slipped in front of the door. I only hoped Nutmeg was still safe and sound. And would remain so.
Batgirl flashed three and POW! Her booted foot slammed the door and the powerful kick busted the door open!!
We kind of expected it would be dim inside because the only light would come from the lone window and the smashed open door. But it was quite bright inside. An overhead sky light illuminated the room from the bright sunlight.
We sprung inside ready for combat. Instead the sight before us stopped us in our tracks. Catgirl was in the center of the room, seemingly hugging a vertical support column. The look on her face was one of anger, surprise and embarrassment. To the back of her was a desk against the far wall. Sitting at a swivel chair was Nutmeg.
She was casually eating an apple with her feet up on the desk. This despite the fact she was wearing a short skirt!!
Nutmeg and the blue streak in her hair highlighted by the streaming light through the skylight. She looked at Batgirl and I with a slight. amused smile cross her lips. She waved her fingers at us. "Hi guys."
Another look at Catgirl revealed she wasn't really hugging the column. Her body was on one side against it. Her hands were on the other locked together by handcuffs.
"What took you so long?" Nutmeg inquired as she rose. "Got tired of waiting so I handled it myself." Nutmeg jabbed her thumb in Catgirl's direction. "She tied me up before I came to but.......well.....she's not good at knots I guess. Got free right away. Had to trash her a little bit, just to show her who's boss. And there she is ready for delivery."
Batgirl and I had to laugh. It was clear Nutmeg could handle herself and was in no need of being rescued. We gathered in a group hug while the contrite Catgirl glared menacingly at us.
"I guess," I said not hiding my happiness, "you'll be seeing your mother a lot sooner than you thought."
THE END
Catgirl had carried Nutmeg to the van and tossed her in, then had zoomed off. Twenty minutes later, if she had been conscious, Meg would have found herself on the floor of a speeding power boat.
I had seen the news, as had Cindy, and I rushed over to Wayne Manor now in my White Pearl identity. Cindy had secured Batman's receiver and was hunched over it when I arrived. The chip clipped to Meg's bra was beeping her location into the receiver so with a few minor calculations, we, the crime fighting duo, knew exactly where their friend was.
"Catgirl took her to Hager's Island," Young Batgirl announced.
"That island across the bay?" I remembered it as a secluded island a few miles off the mainland.
"Yep. It used to be a prison island but the state closed it and it was sold to an unknown party." Batgirl explained.
"Well let's go. Hey wait, we'll need a boat."
No problem. There's a boat dock off Morgan Street. The boat master, Ted, is a friend of my sister. I know he'll be glad to take us out to the island. He's a loyal citizen and no fan of Catgirl and her criminal kind."
The boat master was sweeping the pier when we reached him. It was a chore that gave him no pleasure apparently for when we told him our mission he flipped the broom aside without hesitation. "Follow me."
He led us to a speed boat tiled to the pier. It looked fast, sleek with a huge outboard motor. "Climb in gals. I'll untie us and we'll be at Hager's in a flash."
Batgirl and I settled down beside the driver seat and we were soon roaring across the water. It took half an hour to reach the island and it wasn't a pleasant arrival for the island was way to rocky to approach in a boat. Jagged rocks were all along its shore line. The boat master dropped the engine to a soft purr and we cautiously circled the island trying to find a place to land.
"Geepers," I said. "Those rocks are everywhere. Is it too dangerous?"
The boat master, Ted, nodded. "Haven't been out here in years. I've never heard of anyone coming here. Not for years. There used to be a landing pier built out from the shore and past those rocks so prisoners could be brought in. That's been long gone from wind and erosion of the wood."
"But Catgirl must have taken Nutmeg there," I said peering at the shore line. "Somehow she got in so there must be a way."
We circled the island slowly trying to find an opening between the rocks. We were about ready to give up when, by luck, I saw what we were looking for. A slip between three huge rocks, two six feet apart and the largest of the three hiding a small channel that led island, I hoped. It was hard to see because trees over hung the entry just behind the concealing rock. A small burst of wind had straightened the branches long enough for me to get a glimpse of what was beyond them.
"Can we get through there?" I asked the boat master.
He grinned. "Piece of cake. I'll have to take it slow but I can fit this baby in tighter quarters than that."
And he did. Soon Young Batgirl and I were on shore. "Ted. We're going further. We have to reach where Catgirl has Meg. Would you go back for the police?"
"I'm on it," Ted said pushing the boat off and steering it out again between the rocks. He soon disappeared out onto the lake.
Batgirl took my hand. "Let's hope that witch didn't hear us. Ted's boat wasn't the quietest I've ever heard."
She was right. But I was more worried about Nutmeg. And what fate Catgirl had in store for her. I feared the worse and hoped, fingers crossed, for the best.
We found a small path just down the way from where we had landed. A motor boat had been driven up on shore near the head of it. The sand revealed a lone set of footprints. Batgirl pointed to it. "There's only one set."
"Figures. Look how deep the prints sink into the sand. Meg must have been knocked out so Catgirl had to carry her."
"You're right. Let's follow the path."
Which is what we did. We had to go slow not wanting to make noise. The path was narrow with branches and twigs litered all over it. Batgirl's outfit included boots while I was barefoot so I was the more silent.
Ten minutes or so later we found a cinder block structure. It looked like an old holding pen for prisoners. I put my fingers up to my lips. "I bet they're in there," I whispered.
Batgirl nodded. "There's a door on the side. and a window up high near the roof."
They were the only openings of any kind in the gray structure. We wouldn't be able to see in, which was bad. We couldn't scope out what was inside. But, at the same time, whoever was inside couldn't see out either. Unless they opened the door.
We carefully, very carefully, made or way up to the door.
Young Batgirl got to one side of the door and I positioned myself to the other. "We'll have to kick the door down and rush her." I again kept my voice low. "You rush to the left and I'll rush to the left. One of us has to grab her before she can find a weapon to use. She'll be caught by surprise so that will work in our favor."
"Gotcha," Batgirl said in a hushed voice, "On the count of three I'll kick the door down. Good luck."
My heart was racing. Crime fighting tends to give a girl a rush of adrenalin. Batgirl flashed a one with her finger, then a two. I tensed and she slipped in front of the door. I only hoped Nutmeg was still safe and sound. And would remain so.
Batgirl flashed three and POW! Her booted foot slammed the door and the powerful kick busted the door open!!
We kind of expected it would be dim inside because the only light would come from the lone window and the smashed open door. But it was quite bright inside. An overhead sky light illuminated the room from the bright sunlight.
We sprung inside ready for combat. Instead the sight before us stopped us in our tracks. Catgirl was in the center of the room, seemingly hugging a vertical support column. The look on her face was one of anger, surprise and embarrassment. To the back of her was a desk against the far wall. Sitting at a swivel chair was Nutmeg.
She was casually eating an apple with her feet up on the desk. This despite the fact she was wearing a short skirt!!
Nutmeg and the blue streak in her hair highlighted by the streaming light through the skylight. She looked at Batgirl and I with a slight. amused smile cross her lips. She waved her fingers at us. "Hi guys."
Another look at Catgirl revealed she wasn't really hugging the column. Her body was on one side against it. Her hands were on the other locked together by handcuffs.
"What took you so long?" Nutmeg inquired as she rose. "Got tired of waiting so I handled it myself." Nutmeg jabbed her thumb in Catgirl's direction. "She tied me up before I came to but.......well.....she's not good at knots I guess. Got free right away. Had to trash her a little bit, just to show her who's boss. And there she is ready for delivery."
Batgirl and I had to laugh. It was clear Nutmeg could handle herself and was in no need of being rescued. We gathered in a group hug while the contrite Catgirl glared menacingly at us.
"I guess," I said not hiding my happiness, "you'll be seeing your mother a lot sooner than you thought."
THE END
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