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Chapter 7
So now we knew what Jennings looked like, but we weren’t sure of his whereabouts. What we had done, however, was spread the word about Jennings and his tasks of blowing up the mailboxes of his teachers he hated, leading the nation to wonder if he was going to do this to everybody. USA Today continued covering the story (as did the national news of all networks with a national news outlet), with everybody coming to the conclusion that the whole proclamation of us losing our passports for the stupid reason of using the wrong method of travel was just a distraction.
“Did he honestly think people were going to fall for his lies?” Silver asked me. “Does anyone but him believe his lies?”
“He may have a few followers helping him blow up the mailboxes,” I said. “I’m amazed he hasn’t blown up any yet. Or has he?”
“We couldn’t find any damaged mailboxes where you had us stationed.”
“None down in Texas,” Rimfire added.
“And there weren’t any from where we were checking either,” Bodi concluded.
“Then we’d better find him fast,” Super C concluded. “The U.S. Postal Service does the nation a great service. They won’t be able to do their jobs if they don’t have mailboxes to put them mail in. I know we have e-mail and instant messages, but regular mail cannot go away. It’s a tradition!”
We didn’t notice until too late that the press was filming us, and Super C’s comment went viral as a result. One technical director for Fox News, however, made the comment, “If one of them begins whistling ‘Yankee Doodle’ or the ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic,’ I’m pulling the plug on this production!”
At about 11:43 a.m. the next day, however, the alarms on the G-52 began beeping like crazy. “Whoa; I think we found our suspect!” I exclaimed as I answered the call. “This is Cripto; go ahead.”
“Cripto; help me!” came the cry from the other end. Although I didn’t recognize the face, Sonic did, because it was one of the teachers they had spoken to in Oregon. “He’s planted a bomb at my mailbox, but he’s also taken me hostage! AUGH!” Her last “AUGH!” was directed towards the fact she dropped her phone when the suspect tackled her and began to whack her against the wall. Sonic and Shadow wasted no time racing towards the scene while I created portals for everybody else, since I felt this was too urgent for us to use transportation.
We weren’t able to cut the transmission off, however, before the criminal stared into the phone and shouted, “You {BLEEP} retards had better stay out of this, or the lady gets {BLEEP} up so bad, you’ll {BLEEP} regret you were even born! Then I will {BLEEP} you until you are so {BLEEP} up, you’ll die and go to hell!” (Again, my powers were bleep-censoring the profanities, but I think you can figure out how to fill in the blanks. CNG does that, though; it makes people so hateful, they start swearing because they refuse to use any other adjectives.)
At the White House, Leo and his administration got the message, and so they did us a favor by buzzing Super C on the app. “Commander, the suspect is in Oregon, and he’s beating the daylights out of one of his intended targets!”
“On my way!” Super C called as he changed into his battle uniform and flew to the scene. “Tell the local authorities about this!”
“Yes, sir!” Leo did so, and the police also got the C.I.D.F. involved.
When we got to the house in question, police had already surrounded the building. We could also see the bomb was a time bomb set for 15 minutes, and there was about 7:31 left on the clock. SWAT teams were working on disabling it, and so the SWAT Kats helped them do so. The rest of us, however, charged into the house with the police. It was locked, and the criminal had tampered with it in the hopes nobody would get inside. Knuckles, however, punched the door to bits, allowing us to charge in.
“YOU {BLEEP} IDIOTS!” he screamed as he dropped the woman to the ground, leaving her almost short of breath. Given the emergency, Super C allowed me to use my powers to clear the way for her so that the EMTs that came in could properly treat her, but I also put up a shield around all of them. Throttle and Modo, however, kept the criminal on the ground. “I OUGHT TO HAVE YOU ALL EXECUTED IN FRONT OF THE PRESIDENT!”
“I’m not so sure President Zanicchi would like that,” the commanding officer of the Biker Mice replied. “Besides, you’re a wanted man!”
“DIDN’T YOUR {BLEEP} PARENTS EVER TEACH YOU TO MIND YOUR OWN {BLEEP} BUSINESS?” The crook kicked Throttle in the face, sending him to the sofa with a loud “THUD!” Modo’s bionic eye began to glow in anger as he pointed his own weapon at the criminal, while Amy knocked him unconscious with her Piko Piko Hammer. It didn’t take long for him to regain consciousness, but no sooner had he did when the CNG decided to reveal itself. (It felt out of his pockets.) As a result, Modo forgot what he was going to say next. (It was black and blue CNG, by the way.)
“Oh, no; we need to get out of here!” the EMTs exclaimed.
“Take the woman with you so she doesn’t get affected by it!” I instructed, and they did. All the while, I kept my shield up.
“Lennart the Viking Lion!” the lady called, and the CNG melted into liquid. The C.I.D.F. used one of their vacuums to suck it up before it could do any more damage to the carpet.
“Who the {BLEEP} who?” the crook asked.
“Lennart the Viking Lion, President Zanicchi’s Swedish counterpart,” Super C replied. “Be glad he isn’t here, or he’d rip you to shreds.” Then he turned to us and said silently, “Of course, going berserk without warning is what’s going to lock him in that castle of his, so don’t give him any ideas.”
“Wait; why are you lying to me and saying Joe Biden isn’t the President?” (The man had voted for Joe Biden after believing all the lies about Donald Trump, but CNG prevented him from knowing about how Leo still won even without the CNG attack of guaranteeing him a win so that Biden didn’t get a single vote; instead, all votes of anybody other than Trump were votes of Leo.)
“Because we’re telling the truth,” Vector interrupted, pulling off the mask the criminal was wearing and revealing it to be the suspect we wanted to see: B. Ursula Jennings. “He didn’t win the election. Leo the Patriotic Lion did. And he has you on the nation’s top 10 most wanted list! Some nerve you got plotting revenge on those who didn’t wrong you!”
“You’re rotten!” Charmy echoed. “I am about ready to sting you!” He didn’t bother to actually sting, out of fear Super C might ding him with a demerit, but the Cat of Steel didn’t make a remark about the remark.
After the woman was put in an ambulance and taken to the nearest hospital, I came back in and went over to Throttle. “Are you all right?” I asked.
“A bit shaken, but not stirred, bro,” Throttle replied as he stood back up and brushed himself off. “I’ve faced a lot worse than this.” He adjusted his green sunglasses so that he could see better. “There we go.”
“DID I NOT TELL YOU MORONS I WOULD KILL YOU?!” Jennings shouted, continuing with his threats.
“You’re already going to jail for CNG smuggling,” Super C replied. “What good would it do killing us? Besides, you killing us means you’re putting an end to the world as we know it!” (He said this in an attempt to make the criminal regret everything.)
“I don’t care!”
“I think you do. Clearly you took the woman hostage so that she couldn’t call us for help, but you failed.”
Jennings continued to argue as the police handcuffed him, but we ignored his every remark. I even snapped my fingers and turned the volume of his voice down to nothing, almost as if I had a remote and pressed the MUTE button. (The MUTE button is one of the best inventions ever invented, believe me. If you don’t want to hear it, you don’t have to!) “There; that should do it,” I said.
“Thanks, buddy!” Bodi replied before knuckle-banging me. “Another few seconds of that guy, and I think I’d have gone cuckoo!”
“I think we all would have gone cuckoo,” Sonic put in. “I appreciate you censoring those words for us, buddy, but the more we hear that bleep sound, the more it irritates us.”
“Better than us hearing it uncensored,” Darma replied.
The C.I.D.F. then got to work cleaning and sanitizing the place. Some of us stayed behind so we could help explain this to the lady’s husband when he came home and saw there was a crime scene. “Why am I not surprised?” he lamented. “I think he waited until I was gone before he decided to attack. If he got in the house, and the door was locked, then he must have gotten my wife outside, because she always goes outside to check the mail.” He opened the mailbox and grabbed the mail inside, which included a ton of bills. “Had he succeeded, I wouldn’t have paid these bills, nor would we have gotten our tax refunds.”
“Do you know this creep?” Vinnie asked.
“Actually, yes. I was an Army drill instructor once upon a time.” The SWAT Kats saluted him. “Thank you. Lower arms.” They did so. “At ease.” They relaxed. Then they took notes. “Anyway, his parents tried to send him to boot camp to get him to behave, but what good are we going to do if everything they tried themselves would fail? In any event, I rejected him for showing signs of unnecessary roughness. He didn’t even make it to boot camp; instead, I gave him the boot. Know what I mean?”
“Absolutely,” Throttle replied. “We’re just lucky we got here when we did. He hadn’t blown up any mailboxes yet. If he had any cronies helping him, and that’s possible, they didn’t blow up any either.”
Later, we brought the man to the hospital so he could check on his wife. When his kids (one boy and one girl) heard about it, it upset them, and their dad got permission to get them out of school early so they could go with him to the hospital. Naturally, they were crying, and the boy wanted to beat the crap out of Jennings. Fortunately, we talked him out of it.
Being who I was, I offered to pay for the hospital bills and repairs to the house, and the couple accepted. “Money is tight, even though we work hard to pay all bills on time without the need for debt consolidation,” said the husband, “so we appreciate this gesture, Cripto.”
“Not a problem,” I said. “It’s how we look out for one another.”
Over in Washington, D.C., Leo and Tom were in the middle of speaking to Congress on the Senate floor about some other possible bills he could sign into law when they got word of us apprehending Jennings, and the police making arrest. Congress had been asking about the suspect since he was one of the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted for his outstanding record involving CNG smuggling. “Mission accomplished! They got him!” the lion announced, and everyone in the building arose into a standing ovation that seemed to last forever.
Everybody was expecting this man to die from the CNG, but to our surprise, that didn’t happen. There was a fighting chance he’d live to see the consequences of his actions, and that we’d have to testify against him.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chapter 7
So now we knew what Jennings looked like, but we weren’t sure of his whereabouts. What we had done, however, was spread the word about Jennings and his tasks of blowing up the mailboxes of his teachers he hated, leading the nation to wonder if he was going to do this to everybody. USA Today continued covering the story (as did the national news of all networks with a national news outlet), with everybody coming to the conclusion that the whole proclamation of us losing our passports for the stupid reason of using the wrong method of travel was just a distraction.
“Did he honestly think people were going to fall for his lies?” Silver asked me. “Does anyone but him believe his lies?”
“He may have a few followers helping him blow up the mailboxes,” I said. “I’m amazed he hasn’t blown up any yet. Or has he?”
“We couldn’t find any damaged mailboxes where you had us stationed.”
“None down in Texas,” Rimfire added.
“And there weren’t any from where we were checking either,” Bodi concluded.
“Then we’d better find him fast,” Super C concluded. “The U.S. Postal Service does the nation a great service. They won’t be able to do their jobs if they don’t have mailboxes to put them mail in. I know we have e-mail and instant messages, but regular mail cannot go away. It’s a tradition!”
We didn’t notice until too late that the press was filming us, and Super C’s comment went viral as a result. One technical director for Fox News, however, made the comment, “If one of them begins whistling ‘Yankee Doodle’ or the ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic,’ I’m pulling the plug on this production!”
At about 11:43 a.m. the next day, however, the alarms on the G-52 began beeping like crazy. “Whoa; I think we found our suspect!” I exclaimed as I answered the call. “This is Cripto; go ahead.”
“Cripto; help me!” came the cry from the other end. Although I didn’t recognize the face, Sonic did, because it was one of the teachers they had spoken to in Oregon. “He’s planted a bomb at my mailbox, but he’s also taken me hostage! AUGH!” Her last “AUGH!” was directed towards the fact she dropped her phone when the suspect tackled her and began to whack her against the wall. Sonic and Shadow wasted no time racing towards the scene while I created portals for everybody else, since I felt this was too urgent for us to use transportation.
We weren’t able to cut the transmission off, however, before the criminal stared into the phone and shouted, “You {BLEEP} retards had better stay out of this, or the lady gets {BLEEP} up so bad, you’ll {BLEEP} regret you were even born! Then I will {BLEEP} you until you are so {BLEEP} up, you’ll die and go to hell!” (Again, my powers were bleep-censoring the profanities, but I think you can figure out how to fill in the blanks. CNG does that, though; it makes people so hateful, they start swearing because they refuse to use any other adjectives.)
At the White House, Leo and his administration got the message, and so they did us a favor by buzzing Super C on the app. “Commander, the suspect is in Oregon, and he’s beating the daylights out of one of his intended targets!”
“On my way!” Super C called as he changed into his battle uniform and flew to the scene. “Tell the local authorities about this!”
“Yes, sir!” Leo did so, and the police also got the C.I.D.F. involved.
When we got to the house in question, police had already surrounded the building. We could also see the bomb was a time bomb set for 15 minutes, and there was about 7:31 left on the clock. SWAT teams were working on disabling it, and so the SWAT Kats helped them do so. The rest of us, however, charged into the house with the police. It was locked, and the criminal had tampered with it in the hopes nobody would get inside. Knuckles, however, punched the door to bits, allowing us to charge in.
“YOU {BLEEP} IDIOTS!” he screamed as he dropped the woman to the ground, leaving her almost short of breath. Given the emergency, Super C allowed me to use my powers to clear the way for her so that the EMTs that came in could properly treat her, but I also put up a shield around all of them. Throttle and Modo, however, kept the criminal on the ground. “I OUGHT TO HAVE YOU ALL EXECUTED IN FRONT OF THE PRESIDENT!”
“I’m not so sure President Zanicchi would like that,” the commanding officer of the Biker Mice replied. “Besides, you’re a wanted man!”
“DIDN’T YOUR {BLEEP} PARENTS EVER TEACH YOU TO MIND YOUR OWN {BLEEP} BUSINESS?” The crook kicked Throttle in the face, sending him to the sofa with a loud “THUD!” Modo’s bionic eye began to glow in anger as he pointed his own weapon at the criminal, while Amy knocked him unconscious with her Piko Piko Hammer. It didn’t take long for him to regain consciousness, but no sooner had he did when the CNG decided to reveal itself. (It felt out of his pockets.) As a result, Modo forgot what he was going to say next. (It was black and blue CNG, by the way.)
“Oh, no; we need to get out of here!” the EMTs exclaimed.
“Take the woman with you so she doesn’t get affected by it!” I instructed, and they did. All the while, I kept my shield up.
“Lennart the Viking Lion!” the lady called, and the CNG melted into liquid. The C.I.D.F. used one of their vacuums to suck it up before it could do any more damage to the carpet.
“Who the {BLEEP} who?” the crook asked.
“Lennart the Viking Lion, President Zanicchi’s Swedish counterpart,” Super C replied. “Be glad he isn’t here, or he’d rip you to shreds.” Then he turned to us and said silently, “Of course, going berserk without warning is what’s going to lock him in that castle of his, so don’t give him any ideas.”
“Wait; why are you lying to me and saying Joe Biden isn’t the President?” (The man had voted for Joe Biden after believing all the lies about Donald Trump, but CNG prevented him from knowing about how Leo still won even without the CNG attack of guaranteeing him a win so that Biden didn’t get a single vote; instead, all votes of anybody other than Trump were votes of Leo.)
“Because we’re telling the truth,” Vector interrupted, pulling off the mask the criminal was wearing and revealing it to be the suspect we wanted to see: B. Ursula Jennings. “He didn’t win the election. Leo the Patriotic Lion did. And he has you on the nation’s top 10 most wanted list! Some nerve you got plotting revenge on those who didn’t wrong you!”
“You’re rotten!” Charmy echoed. “I am about ready to sting you!” He didn’t bother to actually sting, out of fear Super C might ding him with a demerit, but the Cat of Steel didn’t make a remark about the remark.
After the woman was put in an ambulance and taken to the nearest hospital, I came back in and went over to Throttle. “Are you all right?” I asked.
“A bit shaken, but not stirred, bro,” Throttle replied as he stood back up and brushed himself off. “I’ve faced a lot worse than this.” He adjusted his green sunglasses so that he could see better. “There we go.”
“DID I NOT TELL YOU MORONS I WOULD KILL YOU?!” Jennings shouted, continuing with his threats.
“You’re already going to jail for CNG smuggling,” Super C replied. “What good would it do killing us? Besides, you killing us means you’re putting an end to the world as we know it!” (He said this in an attempt to make the criminal regret everything.)
“I don’t care!”
“I think you do. Clearly you took the woman hostage so that she couldn’t call us for help, but you failed.”
Jennings continued to argue as the police handcuffed him, but we ignored his every remark. I even snapped my fingers and turned the volume of his voice down to nothing, almost as if I had a remote and pressed the MUTE button. (The MUTE button is one of the best inventions ever invented, believe me. If you don’t want to hear it, you don’t have to!) “There; that should do it,” I said.
“Thanks, buddy!” Bodi replied before knuckle-banging me. “Another few seconds of that guy, and I think I’d have gone cuckoo!”
“I think we all would have gone cuckoo,” Sonic put in. “I appreciate you censoring those words for us, buddy, but the more we hear that bleep sound, the more it irritates us.”
“Better than us hearing it uncensored,” Darma replied.
The C.I.D.F. then got to work cleaning and sanitizing the place. Some of us stayed behind so we could help explain this to the lady’s husband when he came home and saw there was a crime scene. “Why am I not surprised?” he lamented. “I think he waited until I was gone before he decided to attack. If he got in the house, and the door was locked, then he must have gotten my wife outside, because she always goes outside to check the mail.” He opened the mailbox and grabbed the mail inside, which included a ton of bills. “Had he succeeded, I wouldn’t have paid these bills, nor would we have gotten our tax refunds.”
“Do you know this creep?” Vinnie asked.
“Actually, yes. I was an Army drill instructor once upon a time.” The SWAT Kats saluted him. “Thank you. Lower arms.” They did so. “At ease.” They relaxed. Then they took notes. “Anyway, his parents tried to send him to boot camp to get him to behave, but what good are we going to do if everything they tried themselves would fail? In any event, I rejected him for showing signs of unnecessary roughness. He didn’t even make it to boot camp; instead, I gave him the boot. Know what I mean?”
“Absolutely,” Throttle replied. “We’re just lucky we got here when we did. He hadn’t blown up any mailboxes yet. If he had any cronies helping him, and that’s possible, they didn’t blow up any either.”
Later, we brought the man to the hospital so he could check on his wife. When his kids (one boy and one girl) heard about it, it upset them, and their dad got permission to get them out of school early so they could go with him to the hospital. Naturally, they were crying, and the boy wanted to beat the crap out of Jennings. Fortunately, we talked him out of it.
Being who I was, I offered to pay for the hospital bills and repairs to the house, and the couple accepted. “Money is tight, even though we work hard to pay all bills on time without the need for debt consolidation,” said the husband, “so we appreciate this gesture, Cripto.”
“Not a problem,” I said. “It’s how we look out for one another.”
Over in Washington, D.C., Leo and Tom were in the middle of speaking to Congress on the Senate floor about some other possible bills he could sign into law when they got word of us apprehending Jennings, and the police making arrest. Congress had been asking about the suspect since he was one of the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted for his outstanding record involving CNG smuggling. “Mission accomplished! They got him!” the lion announced, and everyone in the building arose into a standing ovation that seemed to last forever.
Everybody was expecting this man to die from the CNG, but to our surprise, that didn’t happen. There was a fighting chance he’d live to see the consequences of his actions, and that we’d have to testify against him.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chuong: I thought 'retard' was a profanity.
Zax: It's a slur and not necessarily a profanity. As you already know, the new ICD and DSM has the diagnosis of "intellectual disability" instead of "mental retardation".
Juno: I'm still amazed how Lyaksandro kept his cool when Ukrianian politicians were totally okay with not only using profanity against Putin and Kadyrov but even encouraging this too. Even more amazing is that the Ukrainian media seems to allow this uncensored as well.
Kostyantyn: Our priests did show opposition to this and said that we are setting a terrible example to Ukrainian society if we allow and encourage this.
Psycho Blade: Getting into special group formations to spell out profane language is also unacceptable as well. I got tricked into it so I didn't know at the time. Next time people ask you to get into groups in funny formations and you feel like something is off, say something.
Zax: It's a slur and not necessarily a profanity. As you already know, the new ICD and DSM has the diagnosis of "intellectual disability" instead of "mental retardation".
Juno: I'm still amazed how Lyaksandro kept his cool when Ukrianian politicians were totally okay with not only using profanity against Putin and Kadyrov but even encouraging this too. Even more amazing is that the Ukrainian media seems to allow this uncensored as well.
Kostyantyn: Our priests did show opposition to this and said that we are setting a terrible example to Ukrainian society if we allow and encourage this.
Psycho Blade: Getting into special group formations to spell out profane language is also unacceptable as well. I got tricked into it so I didn't know at the time. Next time people ask you to get into groups in funny formations and you feel like something is off, say something.
Leo: I take it you were upset by that, Levon?
Levon: About the priests? Yes. But all I could do was ask my people to pray for forgiveness for those folks, and so we did.
Super C: I did say I was holding all the parallels to a much higher standard, and Lyaksandro knows this. I may have been overreacting, but I can't have you lions blowing up again.
Leo: Especially when stuff like that happens?
Levon: About the priests? Yes. But all I could do was ask my people to pray for forgiveness for those folks, and so we did.
Super C: I did say I was holding all the parallels to a much higher standard, and Lyaksandro knows this. I may have been overreacting, but I can't have you lions blowing up again.
Leo: Especially when stuff like that happens?
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