Croonford
Detectives Case 18: Santa Clause is coming to town
Author's
note: This story is inspired by Santa's
Little Helper - A Christmas Story by Moxx
of Balhoom on the old Girl
Detectives in Trouble site.
Please comment
on the story here.
I have no
detailed knowledge of how to diffuse an IED so there may be errors.
It was all Mrs.
Margaret Summers' decision, she was the one who decided Michelle and her
visiting cousin Stacey to be Santa's Little Helpers riding in some vehicle to
distribute presents to hospital staff, patients and the homeless in Croonford
to try to bring some festive cheer. Chelle wasn't against such acts of giving
during the correct holiday season. She was rather against the appearance of the
costume which despite being a little tight, the bigger worry was the dress
reach around five centimetres above her knee. She was fine with skirts and
dresses but was not the Lin Ling 'girly' type, liking such dress that would
produce an upskirt.
"Mum,"
she protested when she showed herself dressed in it. "I can't go out like
this, what will my friends say?"
"Nonsense,"
her mother remarked. "It's fine."
Chelle
protested again how the dress might cause a wardrobe malfunction but Mrs
Summers simply told her Stacey could help adjust the costume and reminded her
it was an act of charity. As Chelle headed back up listening to her sister
Catherine playing Jingle Bells in her room, she surmised that
her mother sent her on this to 'punish' her after disobeying Mrs. Pearlyn Chan,
Lin Ling's mother on their holiday in Penang.
Chelle's
thoughts were interrupted as she saw Stacey. Her outfit consisted of a dark red
sleeveless dress and the hem of which barely touched the top of her mid-thighs,
her legs cased in only 50 denier maroon tights. Stacey was about to zip up her
sharp-heeled red and patterned boots when Chelle entered.
"Stace,
won't you freeze dressed like that?!"
"Not
really, I wore clothes like this coming from Tedford. What..." Chelle
explained her need and Stacey swiftly adjusted Chelle's dress but with little
change. Chelle thus donned one of her few warmer 80 denier red tights and
zipped up her matching boots. This was just in time when the doorbell rang and
the pair found a rather fat man dressed wearing a bright red Santa suit. He
introduced himself as Henry and the girls raised their eyes at the transport.
It was a big brightly decorated fibreglass-wheeled sleigh, driven not by
reindeer but by two really decorated white horses.
"Exactly
what Santa would ride. And no pollution, saves the climate," he smiled
slightly under the fake white beard. Stacey boarded first with Chelle ensuring
she entered without any unintentional exposure.
"Have a
great day girls," Chelle's mother called. "Remember to return for
dinner on time."
Yeah, Michelle
thought as she waved. Unless I'll be freezing outside dressed like this, she
thought.
As the sleigh
moved with the 'clip clop' of the horses, Stacey learnt about what actually
happened during Chelle's trip to Penang. "Wow, stopping a nuclear
attack."
"More like
a dirty bomb," Chelle explained in detail what she learnt from Lin. As
Stacey mentioned she would like to meet the other Stacey, Chelle changed the
subject, asking her cousin why she suddenly changed her Facebook relationship
status from 'Single' to 'In a Relationship' and back to 'Single' within nearly
half a week. Stacey was about to answer when they heard a loud splash.
"Lucky the
dirty water didn't catch us, eh?" Henry turned. "You helpers want
something to warm yourselves up?" Chelle was the first to nod and both
girls got thick paper cups of black tea spiced with cinnamon. As Chelle blew
the cup to reduce the heat, she gestured for Stacey to answer.
"It's just
social media activity. I believe you have your own boyfriend?"
"You
didn't answer my question," Chelle replied although the second line was
correct. Stacey took a long drink then finally answered. "It was just a
fling."
"Just?
Come on Stacey, we've always been honest with each other."
"Well...he
had finished A Levels but with poor results. So, he tapped with fling ideas
which colleges he could and asked me, despite me not even at Year 13, to help
him gain entry even to the lowest-ranking universities." Stacey replied,
giving a brief description of his looks and took another drink. Chelle further
asked how it turned into a relationship.
"He wasn't
the generic guy to fall in love with but he showered me with beautiful gifts.
That started of fine until he started harassing me with messages on social
media and my phone. Even though I blocked him on all accounts, I still received
some calls from an unregistered number and after a report to the local police,
all contact with him disappeared. So, tell me about yours."
Chelle thought
it was a creepy fling but she started telling how she met Mark and as she was
getting to how Mark helped the girls with their adventures her arm suddenly
started shaking and the contents of the tea spilt on her tights. Chelle failed
to emit any sound as her eyes closed and body slouched down. She almost heard
the tune of Santa Claus Is Coming To Town before her eyes
closed.
"Heemmm,
Mppph..." She called later, regaining consciousness and knew she was once
again gagged. It was a pretty strong adhesive and the next feeling told her it
was a wraparound tape gag, adhering her nicely-combed hair to the back of her
head and her cheeks. And I'm bound with cable ties... no it was bands around
her wrists and ankles - these were plastic handcuffs. Those bindings above her
knees were definitely cable ties. She was lying sideways and also felt like
there was a concrete block resting on her head. She had drugged before by that
evil Cat girl so attributed the sharp head ache to that. There was however
something further - some blocks that she assumed were stuffed presents were
wrapped across her breasts.
"Stacmmm..."
She called through the gag, trying to twist her body but still felt weak and
the pain in her head was still there.
"Ah, my
sleeping beauty awakes," Chelle heard a new voice then a figure entered in
sight. She blinked and saw the Santa towering over her. His fake beard, and hat
were removed and he appeared slimmer than she first saw him. He looked exactly
like Stacey's description of...
"Your
parents never taught you not to accept a drink from a stranger? Got you and
your cousin damn easy." Chelle was about to respond, instead, he picked
her up and she struggledas best as she could, asking, "whemmr
Stacmmy??"
"Oh, shut
your gap," he growled now, drawing a serrated knife and pressed it against
her neck. Chelle had faced other deadly weapons before, but with the still
throbbing head and her weak body, she fell silent. He made hop more than ten
metres, helping her up a spiral staircase. She was greeted with a blast of
chilly wind, finding herself on the top of the building. With little
resistance, the fake Santa dragged her to the middle where a flagpole stood.
Chelle was quickly lashed not with plastic handcuffs or cable ties, but with
thick leather bands which Chelle didn't know how they were secured. She assumed
that was it then; leaving me to freeze on top of a building. Instead, he
widened a slip near her breasts and bending down, she saw it was some device
and after clicking some buttons, he re-sealed the slit.
"Now, my
dear, enjoy the view, my little helper, or should I say 'helpless.'" he
laughed ignoring Chelle's muffled cries of protest and questioning the
whereabouts of Stacey. "You will either become an 'Ice Queen' or try not
to move hun because you've bomb strapped to your boobs and in an hour,
boom!" Chelle shrieked upon hearing she will explode into pieces shortly.
As he turned, he added, “got to spend some proper time with Stacey. Oh, nice
knickers by the way. Happy Christmas!"
Chelle's mind
was in a frenzy with the threat from the ticking bomb around her chest and the
knowledge her cousin was kidnapped by her former boyfriend. In additional to
know the kidnapper looked up her costume. With the mention that she could not
move, she started to scream as best as she could through her gag. From her
view, she could she one of the main streets of the town, and continued to cry
as loud as she could, trying to attract pedestrians or even passing vehicles. A
minute or so later, she spied a pedestrian and as the figure came closer, she
saw her classmate, Heather Smiths.
"Heammmth!
Heammmth!" She cried in Heather's direction. Heather initially continued
walking then Chelle continued to cry until she saw Heather stop. Heather
twisted her head and shook it as if clearing it then spotted the figure perched
on top of the abandoned building.
"Hey
...who's, oh my gosh, Chelle, what on earth are you doing up..." Heather
drew closer and laughed. "On one of your detective adventures again? You
kind of deserve it after trussing me up, remember?"
"Heammmth!
Sommry! Therm's um bmmb!" Chelle cried back, apologising again for what
she was forced to do. Chelle saw Heather stop then draw out her mobile phone.
Police sirens next roared and the wider area was secured with more than a dozen
police vehicles. During any improvised explosive device (IED) or bomb threat,
the police might call in the army explosive ordnance disposal (EOD) unit since
they are specialising in disarming such devices. However, the nearest army EOD
unit was far away and was on notice for a larger IED threat. The area police
did have its own police EOD team which arrived almost at the same time as the
normal police vehicles. They quickly scanned the building before they headed up
to the roof. Chelle was still crying out through her gag and trying not to
shiver as the EOD or 'Expo' team appeared.
A single 1.72m
female officer in a thick suit approached Chelle and slowly snipped away the
red tape around her hair and cheeks. The teenage detective started yelling
about Stacey missing and the bomb continuing to count down.
"Michelle,
right? My name is Helen, I need you to calm down, can you?" Chelle did so.
"Tell me what you know about the device."
"The
captor told me not to move, that's all. I was knocked out for a long time and I
only felt it wrapped around me. Please..."
"Try to
stay still," Helen odered then cut away the middle of her costume and her
raised eyes could be seen through her googles. Turning, she shouted to the
other officers, "Widen the cordon and cut off all radio and network
transmissions here1" Chelle nearly responded at the knowledge that
transmissions could set of the IED but fell silent only to have a gush of wind
chill her even more.
"It's ok
Michelle, you're going to be fine. Now, I have to perform an all-around examination
of the device." She drew closer then moved behind with Chelle expecting
her to cut away all the bindings, however that was not the case. "I'm
sorry Michelle, the device is as stated: if you move a limb or you’re released
one bit, it may go off. It has some really sensitive components and if a human
hand touches it, it will also go off. I will be using a robot to disarm it but
still will be with you, ok?" Chelle watched as Helen moved backwards and
tried not to panic as she heard the device count down. There's no way I'm going
to die on this Christmas Season, she thought.
Quickly, a
tracked robot rolled up in front of her and extended several arms with claws.
"Michelle, it's alright," Chelle saw Helen holding a portable
non-electric megaphone. "My robot will unscrew the timer to reveal the
interior," Chelle lowered her eyes and saw the timer's panel was removed,
placed in a bag and bundles of wires protruded out. The robot's arms separated
the various wires reveal red, white, blue and purple. Another robotic arm
extended and along with the interior, other arms, the outer rubber coating of
the purple wire was removed. The arms stopped then a sharp razor cut away the
exposed wire, finally stopping the timer.
Chelle yelped
in excitement but then Helen announced there still was a motion sensor to
tackle. "You're doing great Michelle," she called. The various arms
of the robot shift from disabled timer and worked their way across the exposed
device and a camera shot out from the top of one of the arms. It extended the
telescopic piece, zooming in on Chelle's left side. The arms carefully avoided
from touching Chelle's clothing and then the camera suddenly swirled towards
just below her left armpit.
That area of
her costume was also sliced open, making Chelle really shiver in response to
the blast of cold air. The robot's arms kept widening the gap then after four
minutes, the arms stopped and a smaller and thinner needle-like arm protruded
and a small disk was swiftly lifted up with the new arm and with a loud
'click', it was inserted inside the gap with Chelle feeling only a gentle
touch.
Was that the
end? The robot's arms started to retract back down until there was a series of
beeps, startling Chelle, thinking it was the end of her of her life. "It's
ok, it's ok, just an alarm not connected to the motion senor. No harm
Michelle," That's just a little comfort, Chelle grimaced, still wishing
her bonds could be removed and wondered where her cousin was taken by that fake
Santa. The arms from the EOD robot extended once more and after much probing,
the rattling alarm finally stopped.
One arm slowly
yanked out a pretty small device and dumped it in a second disposal bag. Only
then did the robot retreat and Helen ran forward as fast as her suit allowed
and after much cutting and sawing, Chelle was freed from the flag pole.
"Michelle!"
her mother ran towards her as Chelle passed the police barrier. There was a
tight hug before a police officer pulled her aside for medical check-ups and
evidence swapping. It was just before 7 pm when she finally arrived home and as
usual, her mother barred her from heading out for any detective work. Chelle
indeed was full of lethargy to head back out. She still wanted to discuss about
how her mother arranged for the Santa's Little Helper giving and the kidnapping
of Stacey but instead locked herself in her bedroom.
"Wow, an
IED, I’ve always what to see one. I've thought of building..."
"Lin! It
was real, I thought I was really get blown up," Chelle interrupted her
classmate and fellow detective.
"Sorry,
you caught me up early morning. I saw the news clip."
"Yeah, me
as well," Jennifer Thompson added from Paris. Lin was in Hong Kong with
her parents with her father on last minute business while Jenn was in Paris
with her mother for her French studies project, also enjoy the Christmas season
there.
Before Chelle
could reply, she received a WhatsApp message from her long-time police ally
Detective Chief Inspector (DCI) Nicola Heath.
'Patrolling
PCs found the actual Santa Claus that was supposed to take you and Stacey to
distribute gifts, calling it an actual kidnapping case. Have ordered police
checkpoints at all borders, DS Ransom leading the case. Forensics still
checking the IED and costume you wore. Will try to keep you updated but it's a
very busy time. Nikki.'
Chelle
immediately shared it with her friends, having to type it out to Jenn since her
hotel Wi-Fi connection wasn't strong. "Ransom, she's never that friendly
when we bring cases to her."
There were
several beeping noises as the male members of the team, Mark Cadvish and
Reinhard Tomas joined the Skype conversation.
"Sorry,
was busy with rugby friends. What did I miss?"
Chelle
recounted and both boys replied it was 'cool' and Reinhard commenting how he
played a computer game where the player had to diffuse IEDs and land mines.
"Stop,
stop, stop! Your girlfriend nearly blew up into pieces and probably along with
part of Croonford! And my cousin is missing and may also really get
killed!"
Both boys
quickly apologised then everyone fell silent. "When can you two return
here?"
Lin said her
dad won't change flights for reasons until it was really critical and Jenn
similarly replied -- changing travel from France out was hard during the
winter.
"It's up
to you two then," Chelle pointed at the boys on her screen.
"What can
we do for a kidnapping?" Reinhard would get regret asking that.
"Anything!
Just get Stacey back!" Chelle roared.
"Reinhard,
get to the headquarters, sort through the gadgets and items and get something
made. Mark..." Lin suggested.
"I'll do
research on this fake Santa." Mark completed the sentence.
Chelle yawned
loudly, said she had to sleep and the conversation ended.
In some unknown
location, the sound of duct tape being slowly removed. Once fully removed, a
water tumbler was pressed against the lips. Instead of taking a drink, the
victim spat out what she could at the captor. A huge argument ensued then
finally her messed-up hair was yanked up, and a voice groaned, "open your
mouth, my love." The finally mouth parted and something thick was shoved
inside. Tape was wound rudely around the cheeks, trapping the item in the
victim’s mouth. As the captor walked away pondering what to do next, Stacey
Summers yelled,
"Chemmmlle!
Chemmmlle!Chemmmlle!"
Chelle woke up
with strong recollections of nearly being blown up and drinking the laced tea.
After a quick shower and breakfast, she went back online. "Morning hun, I
can't find much," Mark greeted his girlfriend, "about that Santa but
he sure knew much about creating an IED."
"Exact...ly,"
came the reply from Reinhard. He cursed in German, then continued,
"Sorry,
the Wi-Fi signal in the HQ suddenly dropped. Yeah, no student would have
invented a complex device like that."
Chelle pointed
out the seniors she first encountered students trapping her with also a IED at
the old school science lab, but then remembered that their device was faulty.
"I'll be
heading to a store in Telford that sells pyrotechnics stuff. It's not really a
place to make a sophisticated..." Reinhard's voice dropped then
returned."...device but could be worth a look. I'll be there shortly after
I finish up with my new device."
Both Chelle and
Mark questioned what that was but Reinhard just smiled.
At Croonford
police Criminal Investigation Department (CID), DS Bluebell Ransom was stuck.
None of the roadblocked turned up the fake Santa and the missing teenager. She
checked again with the various details, but received the constant, 'no joy.'
Damnit, she thought, where could they be?
"Ok, at
least he's onto something," Mark remarked. "Tell me what Stacey said
about this captor." Chelle reiterated Stacey's description of the guy and
as much as she remembered what he looked like.
"That
could still be a disguise. We rugby players look different with our uniform and
gear on. You do have access to her Facebook account?"
Chelle nodded
so and started looking through the pictures her cousin posted in the last two
weeks. They were typical teenaged girly pictures. "Nothing at first
glance, oh someone changed her Facebook status to in a relationship?!"
Back in the
unknown location, Stacey was ungagged again with her captor showing her various
branded items. She shouted back she didn't need any of these luxury gifts; she
wanted to be released and home. "Oh, this home for you, darling," he
reached out and stroke her check. Stacey spat again with what saliva she had
left but missed him. "It's just you and me," he purred.
"The
police will get you! Chelle will find you!" Stacey roared as best as she
could.
"Oh, she's
lucky not be blown up. Be lucky you're here." Stacey yelped as she was
re-gagged in the same way as before.
"That's
some good evidence," DS Ransom remarked after Chelle and Mark presented
the sudden change in Stacey's Facebook status. Despite having previously given
her statement to the immediate officers, Chelle repeated what she heard about
Stacey's recent love life to the junior police detective.
"Can I
have acccess to the full Facebook account? Our digital team within forensics
may be able to trace the digital footprint." Chelle thought and agreed. She
then queried about the results of the examination of her costume and the IED.
"Progress but no clear results yet. Your team working on any leads?"
This was a
change of Ransom's character but Chelle just shook her head and thank the
detective. "Just in time;" she told Mark. "Got to head home less
mum catches breaking the rules." She did manage to sneak back in, hearing
Cliff Richard's version of Mistletoe and Wine as she slid
carefully into her bedroom.
Reinhard
finally made it to the store after taking the wrong train route - he was more
used to European railways.
"No son we
don't sell anything beyond fireworks stuff," the heavily tattooed and
burly store owner replied with Reinhard having some trouble comprehending due
to the thick accent and bushy moustache. "You want to buy some fireworks?
Thought it's way past Guy Fawkes." The latest teen detective just asked to
see the full range of items on sale. Every firework or even party poppers
appeared to look normal in appearance. "Sure, you not interested in buying
anything?" Suddenly, they both heard a slight bump. "My pet. Now go
back home. Happy Christmas."
"Nothing
unusual about that place," Reinhard reported to Chelle via a WhatsApp
call.
"Everything
so neatly arranged.Managed only by one person."
"Did you
see anything unusual?" Chelle queried. Reinhard shook his head.
"Nah but I
could go back and probably ask to work for him?"
Chelle shook
her head in response and updated him, wondering where Mark was. A minute later,
he joined the conversation. "Had to shift to an outside table less I get
kicked out of the cafe," Mark called and added he was still looking
through Stacey's recent Facebook photos.
"Photos?"
Reinhard wondered then was updated on that. "May I have the same copies? I
can enlarge or rotate them with Photoshop." He got his request made.
"Not a
single sight?" DS Ransom roared as she slammed the phone down and pushed
her computer mouse away and locked her screen. She intended to call in more
officers but that would require higher authority approval and make the town
like a mini-dictatorship - not exactly the greeting for the Christmas season.
"What's with the examination on the IED and the girl's costume or the
victim's Facebook account?" She called the forensic team.
"Still
working on it ma'am," came the Brummy accent.
"Well give
me something fast!" Ransom shouted.
Reinhard wasn’t
one who liked puzzles but the hordes of pictures from Chelle's was one
exception. He enjoyed cropping and exception altering the various picture of
Stacey. Girls’ nights' out girly shopping, parties with girls and boys. All
normal teenaged girl pictures. He zoomed in on two particular pictures,
enhanced their quality and tapped on them.
Stacey had one
last argument with her captor or ex-boyfriend then suffered the stuff gag which
was void of the stuffing. Through the darkness, she saw him hunch over
something that looked like a plastic package. Immediately knowing what she was
going to get, she started yelping like a dog. It was only after the threat of
his shouts and the feeling of a knife against her throat did she fall silent,
wishing she could be rescued now.
Reinhard
enlarged a particular picture where Stacey was smiling. He zoomed in on a
particular area on her left wrist which was a little blurry. After several
minutes, he managed to enhance that section and gasped.
"Chelle,
your cousin got luxury gifts from that kidnapper?" Reinhard called and
Chelle nodded.
"Well,
there's a lady's Rolex in one of her left lower wrist above her own watch. I
saw the same watch, exactly the same model lying behind the counter in that
pyrotechnics shop. And oh, I now do remember there was a gold necklace there
which matches, well almost matches one she wore in a birthday party
picture," he shared the cropped and enhanced photos with her.
"Go back
down there! It's either him or an accomplice! Wait, get Mark to..."
Reinhard had ended the call as he dashed back to the detective's headquarters
then ran to take the first train direct to that store.
"Back so
fast, son?" The store owner asked. "Decided to buy one of my
goodies?"
"I'd like
to ask you about..." Reinhard leaned over the counter due to his height
and pointed, "about that nice watch and the necklace over there."
"Not for
sale. Those belong to me for a private friend."
"How does
a single store owner come to own such expensive items?"
"Oh, piss
off boy," The store owner replied in an increasingly annoyed tone.
"Buy something or get lost."
Reinhard pulled
out his phone and remarked. "This picture exactly match the watch while
this other picture is similar to the neck..."
The owner
bolted and closed a door but Reinhard managed to jump over the counter a second
try. Luckily, the door wasn't closed and he found himself in a dirty and
crowded with furniture room. The owner now was sprinting across this smaller
room so Reinhard reached into his other pocket. Within seconds, the owner was
trapped in a large net, screaming and struggling.
DS Ransom
frowned after receiving the frantic call from Chelle. She now trusted these
teen detectives but the information of expensive gifts and some shop wasn't
exactly an actual lead she would pursue. Nevertheless, she still noted it down.
"Get off
me! Get off!" The man struggled against the newest gadget and Reinhard who
caught his legs. The two of them struggled and the store owner won, getting out
of the net.
Meanwhile,
Stacey now couldn't see anything in the darkness of the room since the thug cut
off all lighting. She knew from previous experience that resisting was possible
but she was lethargic, hungry and more importantly, thirsty. Suddenly, the
captor approached and ripped away her tape gag. What entered her mouth was a
large cotton ball with the end sticking out as a large round of duct tape
sealed it into place. The stuffing was so large that it almost forced her mouth
apart with her teeth surrounding it. Stacey could have struggled and
kicked at this juncture, but she was drained of any energy. What came next was
a thick plastic material around her bra-covered breasts. Stacey could let a
small groan and she heard his footsteps disappeared.
"Eh
darling, have fun here. What's in your mouth shouldn't be moved much. One move
out of position and ya go boom!" He remarked, with an emphasis on the last
word. "So, I guess if you're smart, the only way you'll die is from the
cold of this area!"
Reinhard
thought he had failed as the store owner got up on his knees until another
taller and muscular figure tackled the man and held him back down.
"Thought you need some help," Mark remarked to his classmate.
"Where's that fake Santa? Where's Stacey Summers?" He yelled at the
tattooed man.
DS Ransom was
about to fix her morning tea when her desk phone light glowed red and buzzed.
"Ma'am, forensics. We have a certain fix on the IP address that changed
the girl's Facebook status. It's.." Ransom ended the call after hearing
the same address Chelle gave her and grabbed her coat and hi-vis vest, as well
as yelling for additional PCs to follow her.
The store owner
only protested and did not answer the boys' questions until siren blared and DS
Ransom appeared. "Boys, get off. You, tell me," She showed her police
badge, "where's the missing girl?"
The store owner
only protested he was assaulted by teenagers but Ransom read out a list of
crimes, so exaggerated that he committed. "Base..ment," he finally
answered and she responded by cuffing him.
"Follow
me," she ordered one PC while the others held the store owner. After much
cutting and pulling, they managed to get the basement and Ransom found herself
in the darkest and coldest place ever. As she swung her flashlight across,
there was not a figure or in sight, only the sound of water leaking from a
pipe. After much search she found Stacey who with tightly bound with plastic
handcuffs, cable ties and leather straps to a metal chair at one corner.
"There she
is!" Both of them approached then Ransom held her hand.
"Wait,
there's something wrapped around her! Move back!" DS Ransom continued.
Thank goodness they noticed it. " Get the Expo here ASAP!" Ransom
yelled to the nearby PC.
Police Sergeant
(PS) Helen Barkson was about to wrap up Christmas presents for her young niece
when she got the call. Suited up and arriving with her team, she received a
fast update from Ransom. "Clear the whole area, not just the building, at
least two blocks away." Both of them were of similar ranks but Ransom
deferred to a trained EOD expert.
As normal,
Helen introduced herself to calm the now extremely panicking Stacey. IED
trigger in the mouth she thought, that's so common to movies but not to any
IED. She activated her trusty robot and it crawled up to the restrained girl.
The arm with the high-resolution camera zoomed in on the device with Helen
respectfully moving away from Stacey's slightly exposed cleavage. It moved up
to Stacey’s tape gag and the camera really zoomed in on the wire sticking out
of her left side. Stacey thought it was just looking at it but in fact Helen
had activated the camera's infrared’s mode to examine what was exactly stuffed
inside her mouth. After close examination, Helen realised that the dry mouth of
the teenager would activate the material wrapped across her chest.
Helen was used
to solving threats under short time but this was really time ticking away. She
either had to get the stuffing without triggering the device or remove the
tightly wrapped explosives around the girl which also might trigger the device.
With one last at the mouth stuffing, she went for it, activating a spray of
liquid in one arm of the robot and after much squirting and peeling, the tape
came off and the stuffing slowly came off. Stacey could not stop her teeth from
clattering together as soon as the gag was removed. Suddenly a buzz sounded,
and both Helen and Stacey braced themselves.
"The
trigger was faulty?" Lin asked. The whole group was back in their
headquarters with the portable heater fixed, freshly made hot chocolate and
cinnamon-spiced biscuits provided by Jenn laid on the table. Chelle nodded and
DS Ransom's team caught the fake Santa real name Ariel Glenn, who was never a
school student but free-lance mercenary who like to prey on young girls.
Stacey, after some mental health check-ups was back home but texted Chelle, 'it
wasn't scary at all :)'
"Was it? I
remember sitting semi-naked almost about to be crushed due to evil Cat-girl and
my once-good friend Molly," Jenn remarked.
"Not so
much," Chelle half-lied, with Mark massaging her sore wrists and back.
"We've
always been through dangers but come out stronger," Lin remarked as the
radio finished playing Carol of the Bells and switched to the
classic White Christmas.
"All thanks
to your gadgets," Mark remarked. "That was an interesting net you
made Reinhard."
"I got
inspiration from Lin's inventions like the Fishing net and the Lacrosse
stick," the junior member answered after chewing on the biscuit. It wasn't
as fancy as his mother’s Pfeffernüsse but still enjoyable.
"That
wasn't really a gadget," Chelle pointed out. "Maybe we should have a
competition: Who makes the most or better gadgets."
"Oh, I
better start locking up the lab here," the 'Q' of the team laughed.
"It's
actually quite small for the two of us," Reinhard replied.
"Nothing
too small or difficult for any of us. Girls," Chelle raise her cup.
"Or boys," she kissed her boyfriend and called for a toast. The teen
detectives did so, finishing up. As Chelle as Mark exited both humming Do
They Know It's Christmas Time to each other, they failed to spot a
hidden photographer.
Michelle,
Lin Ling, Jennifer, Mark and Reinhard will return in a story, title not yet
confirmed.
Merry Christmas
and Happy New Year to all readers.
The End.