Croonford
Detective Case 25: Racist Rabbles
Note: This
story is entirely fictional.
Adult
Bondage scene but performed on an adult.
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"Come on
Reinhard, come on!" Lin Ling called. The two of them were practicing
running the 2.4 km length for the annual BnB competition, formerly known as
QuizWhizz. The pair were missing a third member but they were hoping to find
one especially a student who was an expert in humanities and current affairs.
The shorter
teen detective finally caught with her and asked if they could pause.
"It's just another 200 metres. I'll match your pace," She called.
True enough, she slowed her pace to match and they completed their practice
ending near the town centre.
"12:20,"
Lin read out the time on her stopwatch on her wrist. She assumed if she ran at
her own time, she would have made it at 11:00 or around 12:00 minutes.
"Thanks
for helping me. Gosh, I've never ran that far before," Reinhard remarked
after taking a long drink of water. They had hidden their bottles of water and
towels in Lin's special locked box that would emit a smell if anyone else
tampered it. "It's a great relief. The more you run, the more relaxed you
become. I'm sure you'll meet the running timings shortly." As they drank
and towelled off, they further discussed running and the upcoming quiz. As he
talked, he kept his eyes on Lin's outfit. She wore black running shorts and a
purple Nike tank top. Her Y-shaped black sports bra was visible as the top
straps ran across her shoulders and other straps came just below her armpits.
The Jamaican-German boy found girls wearing sports bras fascinating. He had
read that sports bra's minimise the size of a woman's breasts. In Lin's case,
this didn't appear so and in his view her sports bra enhanced her beauty.
The pair
continued chatting and Reinhard continued thinking. I really could be close to
this girl. We share the same interests in all science subjects and we shared
the love for international cuisine. She's such a brave girl when captured and
bound and gagged and knows martial arts. The challenges he mused, was that she
was at least 5 cm taller him, smarter than him in most other subjects and
faster than him in the sports they participated together.
Lin, while
wiping off sweat was also in thought. This is a guy I really like. He's one of
the few who knows all sciences extremely well, has great ideas at the science
club, helped the team's build gadgets. He's also the one removing my restraints
and gags lately.
"Let's
head to our homes. I need a good..." Before Lin could finish her sentence,
they heard a cry, the bang then a group of men with shaved heads appeared and
started chanting.
"One, Two,
Three, Four, we own this place!
Five, Six, Seven, Eight get lost other race!
Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, white people first!"
The men
repeated their chant twice much louder then, some broke away and vandalise a
nearby Indian convenience store with red paint. "Hey!" Lin shouted
and was about to run over to address them but the shorter teen held her arm and
remark,
"Let's
leave, they're racist peeps."
After both
showered quickly at their respective homes, they caught up with Michelle and
her Welsh boyfriend Mark in their detective headquarters, a rented caravan.
Coincidentally, those two were reading the news on their phones. After reading
about Queen Elizabeth II's funeral, the group of them caught up the local news.
"A new extreme right-wing party has arisen in the West Midlands has risen
up. Their single policy is that only white people, British-born whites can have
access to housing, education, the NHS and other social services. They..."
"What the
hell," Lin remarked as she muted the video on her phone. "I never
thought the UK political sphere would suddenly be so against minorities. My
family moved here thinking there won’t be any racial discrimination."
Reinhard murmured 'agree' in response but was more focus on what the East Asian
girl was wearing. Lin had sleeveless purple top on with thin black bra straps
poking out. She wore a checkered unbutton jacket over it and a knee-length
jeans skirt without any hosiery despite the temperature getting colder. This
girl really picks clothing to enhance her looks. With all her smartness, her
talents in sports and bravery in any danger and her beauty would she
accept if I asked her out?
Reinhard's
thoughts were interrupted as Chelle finished watching the news clip and spoke
up.
"The
party's called the White Shirts, how dull. The leader's name is Barry Whitman
and he's gaining more followers daily and turning local councillors and MPs to
this party." Lin swore in Cantonese in response.
"And I
thought the BNP was terrible party," her boyfriend added.
"Sorry I
had other activities," Jennifer Thompson announced as she entered and the
others applauded the heroine of the school hostage taking. She was quickly
updated. "Racist party. Ok, what's the actual investigation?"
"You got a
point. But their activities spread, we may start digging. The party sounds more
like a gang and we've handled gangs before." Jenn silently cringed
remembering how the school bullies group restrained her and looked up her
skirt.
The detectives
discussed the news then broken up with Jenn heading to the bus stop. Reinhard
on the other hand, corner his taller classmate and asked him how he came to
date Chelle. Mark gave a quick summary how Chelle collided into him and the
dinner date. "Why do you ask?"
Trembling a
bit, Reinhard blurted out he wanted Lin as his girlfriend. Unexpectedly, Mark
didn't laugh but instead asked his friend why and what he felt about Lin. After
providing answers the shorter boy himself exaggerated, Mark then gave his
classmate some general advice especially not to rush it. "The time to ask
will come at a time you won't expect."
Lin, heading
back home was incidentally thinking about asking Reinhard out. She again
thought of what they had in common then pictured him in her mind. He's not
skinny; he's muscular. His height isn't a problem but that might be an issue
when I ask him. He may also prefer some guy closer to his ethnicity such as a
Jamaican or German girl.
Lin was lost in
thought when she spotted graffiti on the wall next to the main door. CHINKS GET
LOST!!!! Spotting that the door knob broken, Lin prepared herself in a
Taekwondo stance and eased open the door. "Ma? Ma!!!" Lin's mother
was struggling on the dining room floor hogtied with coarse rope. Another round
of rope secured her elbows and a cloth gag. Her dress was yanked up to her
waist, revealing red knickers. Lin quickly checked if any intruders were around
then rushed over, undoing the gag first. As the cloth was removed, Pearlyn
Chan spat out something from her mouth and it turned out to be another pair of
her knickers.
"I'm sorry
for your ordeal Mrs. Chan," Detective Chief Inspector (DCI) Nicola Heath
replied after taking Pearlyn's statement. Three masked men with hoods had
surprised just as she returned home, mocked her looks, trussed her up and
smashed some antiques and furniture. Thankfully, nothing was stolen and the
knickers stuffed in her mouth was clean. "We'll get to the bottom of this.
With your permission, I'll have an officer guarding your residence."
Pearlyn, simply nodded. "Lin? I'll have the..."
"I don't
think a police officer shadowing me will work, Nikki. Just get this White
Shirts nonsense gone." Nikki didn't think the new political group was responsible
but just gathered the forensic team and left. The news of the anti-BAME party
spread across the towns and cities, shocking all citizens alike. It undoubtedly
was a topic of conversation amongst the students at Croonford school.
"Racists. We've already been taken hostage by fanatics," Harriet Coy,
a classmate of Chelle remarked. She silently shuddered as one of the terrorists
peeked at her while she was peeing into the toilet.
"They
haven't spread here," Bethan Morgan added.
"I don't
want to. My family has seen civil war and conflict between ethnic groups,"
Julia Humes, a black student whose parents came Uganda. Lin, hugged her
classmate. They understood each other very well when it came to harassment over
their ethnicity. Case in point came when Art Morton, a former school bully came
by and made lewd comments about Julia's hair. Lin's glare and her arms quickly
scared him away. Everything seemed normal across the school week until Lin
received a WhatsApp message that her father's car was vandalised with the same
words written on the windscreen.
"That's
it! This means war!" She declared to the detectives minus Jenn who
gathered outside the school gates. "No one attacks my family, no one
attacks the Chinese Diaspora in the UK."
Reinhard wasn't
clear on the word diaspora, instead responded saying no ethnic group should be
harassed. He got a pat on his back from her in response. "So, what can we
do?" Mark wondered. "This isn't a simple local gang."
"We can
still look up the leader, come on," Chelle yanked her boyfriend's arm.
"So, what
do...?"
"Can I see
the graffiti?" Lin was curious why and stated her dad was still at work so
brought him to her house where the graffiti still remained. "I know that
smell but I just recall where," Reinhard remarked. "This is my
portable forensic kit," he held up some rectangular box still wrapped in
plastic. "Got it rather cheap on eBay."
He received a
light hug from her, causing him to tremble silently. Instead of travelling to
their hideout, Lin let him work in her home. As Reinhard started working on the
kit and his remaining homework, he glanced around the room. He had been at her
place before for dinner and study but this time it appeared so majestic
compared to his residence. She may reject me due to difference in our social
classes. His thoughts were broken up 10 minutes into his forensic work with an
update from Chelle and Mark.
"There
isn't much on social media or Google on Barry Whitman but after much digging,
we found that his grandfather owns a spray paint shop..."
"That's
it!!! Reinhard interrupted Chelle. "I remember the shop that sold an
assortment of paint, it had a distinctive smell that last longer than usual
paint." Mark provided the address even though his classmate knew it. All
however, took time to fix a time when they could go there, especially Jenn who
was walking.
"Hello
Jenn," the lanky guy greeted as he stood up for her. "I hope this
meeting can last longer than the previous ones."
"Do you
want to gloat how many your team beat mine in debate competitions? Or how
you're ranked as top debater when I was in the lead?"
"Definitely
not gloating. Tea for two? We can discuss the art of debating and other
topics." Sure enough, Jenn found the discussion not aggressive or
arrogant. Midway through she somehow found her asking, "Richard, how do
you debate just by looking at one card for less than a minute and present your
argument so fluently?"
"I've got
an Eidetic memory," he noticed her raised eyes. "Commonly known as
Photographic Memory though not exactly the same."
"Oh,"
was her reply. Jenn was silently scolding herself for not recognising the term
immediately. Not exactly knowing how to test such a person, she pointed to
parts of the cafe, asked him to close his eyes and recall the scene. She
entered numbers on her phone's notepad and similarly asked him minutes later
and all answers were precise. "Either you're a greater liar or really have
such a magic skill."
Richard smiled
then suddenly asked if she was part of that Croonford Detectives group.
"Our reputation has always preceded us," she replied though not
condescendingly. "Why, you want me to recount our activities? They are
practically all over the news."
"Actually,
I..." His reply was cut off by a series of text messages on Jenn's phone.
"I have to leave. Can I catch up with you later?" Jenn threw some
money for her tea but he paid. It was the first time a guy paid for her drink.
The five teen
detectives reached the paint shop outside Croonford in the late afternoon.
"Well, the clientele has certainly changed," the elderly shop owner
remarked.
Lin was about
to start but Chelle held her arm and asked about sales of spray paint and
Reinhard held up a sample of the paint spray on Lin's home.
"Yeah, we
sell that sort paint." In response to Chelle's queries about harassment
and attacks against minority groups. "I'm not political. I sell pain to
improve infrastructure. Now, are you buying anything?"
As the
detectives exited, a man whom was also inside walked up to them and introduced
himself as a journalist for Croonford Independent.
"We've no
time to..." Lin started but Chelle recalled his articles praising their
work. "Did you check out the owner carefully? I did. He's definitely has
Arabic features, perhaps even Indian."
Lin thought a
while and said, "So much for his grandson hating non-white people,"
she shook her head.
"I'll be
writing up on the evening news. Sure, it'll have great impact on the White
Shirts."
The break news
indeed reduced support for this new extremist group. As Reinhard was trying to
write an English essay, Lin sent him a WhatsApp message.
Free to
catch tomorrow for breakfast?
Ok where? He typed. She named an outlet he
wasn't familiar with. I've got extra English classes, he typed and
they set brunch meeting instead. What does she want to talk about? Should I
confess I love her then?
Lin actually
spotted an image in the shop. It was half a zig zag, almost like half a
swastika. She had caught a glimpse of it on a paper on the desk as the shop
keeper showed the set of spray paint. She had searched online and found it was
the symbol of a rather new investment firm nearby. There was not much about it
on its website or any new site but pictures showed that staff dressed in formal
business wear. Lin, a fashion guru managed dug up one of the two business suits
she owned.
It's probably
nothing to worry about one voice told her but she still had a lingering feeling
the symbol meant something. There was no security at the front causing Lin to
frown. Just as she pondered whether to turn back or explore any further way in,
a lady appeared with a name tag reading Priscilla Hawkins.
She was
dressed in a black trouser suit over a peach blouse. The high heels she wore
accentuated her height, several centimetres taller than Lin. Long, rather mousy
hair straggled around her shoulders. She held a clipboard. She extended her
free hand to Lin. They exchanged greetings.
"So
pleased that you're interested in Weirs Investment, Miss Chan," the lady
responded introducing herself as the Deputy Human Affairs Director. Lin had
lied to see if she could work part time at their company.
Lin, wished to
know more about symbol, instead asked if she could be shown around.
"What
would you like to see first?" Lin was escorted into the fastest moving
lift ever and entered a small office area." As you see ..." Hawkins
waved a hand expansively, "we have a small permeant staff; all our
operations can be performed by them." Lin greeted but no one responded and
the curious fact was that everyone was Caucasian.
Before Lin
could ask anything, Ms Hawkins led the way further in, through narrow office
cubicles. Lin despite having worn high heels many times, didn't like walking
through the narrow space and furthermore uneven ground. Hawkins had brought her
to one side of the office area with none of the staff now in earshot.
Suddenly a
uniformed man who towered over Lin approached.
"This is
Jake Bottomly, our security guard,"
"I was
wondering why there was no security at the front desk," Lin remarked and
was ready to ask about the symbol.
"Oh yes.
You've no idea how tough it in this working world. There are spies everywhere,
industrial sabotage and so on.”
"I suppose
you'll check on me then," Lin remarked then wondering why she said
that.
"Naturellement!
One can't be too careful. That’s why Jake's here." Lin was about shift
away but the taller and burly guard was faster, grabbing her with one arm, the
other hand gagging her. Simultaneously, Hawkins extracted a small tablet from
his jacket.
"Ah,
should have kept up with the news. Chan Lin Ling, so-called teen detective and
science geek or gadget maker. Well, none of your little children toys will help
you. You want to know what the symbol means? You're gone Chink." Lin spat
into the guard's hand but it was gloved and next felt a throbbing headache and
fell into Jake's arms.
Lin may not
have struggled much or had the time to pull out any gadget, but while talking
to Hawkins she did reach into her skirt and tape one symbol a * to a the
most recent contact in her phone.
Reinhard always
hated his extra English classes as he would disagree with the teacher's over
essay writing structure. This time however, the teacher had changed and let the
class off at 10:50 am. It was then he caught the single * from Lin.
Lin, are you at
the outlet? He typed in response to the text message, finding it strange she
didn't use WhatsApp. He typed the same message both through text and WhatsApp
and failed to receive a double tick for the latter.
"Look, the
Chink sent a text message," Jake showed Lin's phone to his colleague not
boss, after checking the unconscious teen for her gadgets.
"We turned
on the mobile phone blocker late. Never mind, we'll have no trouble from her
friends - get the transport ready and make sure she does look so smart."
Not receiving
any messages from his friend, Reinhard headed to the outlet, thinking Lin's
phone was damaged or the mobile phone signals were strong where she was. With
the buses running late, he reached the small food outlet at 11:09 am, sweating.
Even at brunch time, there however weren't many customers so he waited ordering
only a glass of water. 10 minutes later, He got up described Lin to the
proprietor, asking if she entered the place earlier.
"No
mate."
"Oh, I did
see a girl like that. Was on the 94 bus with early today," the waitress
fixing the coffee called. Upon further query, he learnt where Lin alighted then
quickly paid for the water and rushed out, just hearing, "she's too tall
for you mate!"
Reinhard
reached that bus stop and found himself near the north-western edge of
Croonford. "Lin, are you there?" He called on his phone then saw the
battery signal was down to 61%. Cursing, he then remembered the tracker she
built. There was no signal initially but just as he moved a few metres, a weak
signal from Lin came fifty metres ahead.
Reinhard ran
like he never did before and the signal was the strongest in front of a
building that simply said for environmental waste. With no contact via phone,
text or WhatsApp, he drew out his wallet. The girls had earrings where Lin
install minature radios but for the guys, they had to place the radios
elsewhere and in Reinhard's case, he kept in his wallet.
"Lin?"
He radioed twice, then held his wallet against his ear. Nearly a minute later,
he heard faint breathing.
"Lin, I'll
coming stay strong." With no clear entrance in sight and the fences strung
with barb wire, 'I'm coming' wouldn't be easily fulfilled but suddenly the
ground beneath him opened an he fell. It wasn't a long fall but a little painful
landing. Finding himself in a cliche dark chamber, he dug in his jean pockets
and manage to find the pen torchlight.
"Oh my
gosh!" Lin was restrained to a chair with shiny black duct tape was wound
around her lips and head. Her business blazer was removed and her blouse was
cut open revealing a black bra with the left strap hanging on her arm. Her bare
legs were restrained to the chair's legs with cable ties and her business skirt
slashed with her purple knickers slightly visible.
"Hang on!
He cried but the light from the invented torchlight was dim. Finally, he found
the edge of the tape and undid the tape in one and a half minutes. Noticing her
eyes were closed, he patted her cheeks while calling her name.
"I’m...here,"
She coughed. "I don't suppose you have any water with you, do you?"
He shook his
head.
"Never
mind. Help me get free." Reinhard used the laser pen to free her legs
first then had to shine the light to find the edges of the tape wrapped around
her torso.
"What the
hell!" He exclaimed seeing the words CHINK GO HOME written across her
stomach.
Lin herself
swore. Just as he tried to shine the laser on her wrist bonds, nothing came
out.
"Scheiße!" He
swore in German.
"Do you
have the penknife?" He shook his head.
"Never
mind," she replied getting up unsteadily. She manged to bring her arms
from behind to her front and twisting her bound wrists, she managed to button
the only buttons left on her damaged blouse, covering what modesty she had
left.
"Which…ow!
Headache. Which way out?" Just as Reinhard tried to reach the tube he fell
through, two metal doors at the sides swung inward and there was a distinct
locking sound.
"What
the?"
Lin quickly
explained where she was earlier and what happened.
Swearing again,
he searched around for another way out with Lin rubbing her head with her
hands. Suddenly there was an enormous explosion outside, throwing Reinhard on
top of Lin.
"Ow!"
They both exclaimed. "Sorry," he said.
"Apologies
came come later," she replied. "Can you get off me?" It was then
he realised his face was on her partly-exposed breasts. He muttered 'sorry’
again but as just as he did so, they both felt water against their footwear.
"They're
flooding us!" He cried, pushing against the nearest wall. The water rose
fast, now reaching past their ankles. Lin, despite hating to leave her branded
heels, kicked them away and also pressing against another wall, both now
frantic.
"Got a
loose panel!" He called, but just as he tried to pull the part of the
wall, he slipped and dropped down into the rising water.
Lin screamed
and taking a deep breath, she dived into the flood. She was an experienced
swimmer but it was a challenge with her wrists still bound and her body feeling
weak from whatever drug they gave her or stun weapon they applied. Kicking with
her free legs, she headed to Reinhard who had slumped to the floor. Was he
unconscious? Lin couldn't lift him normally but still with all her strength
yanked him up by lifting his right armpit.
"Breathe,
come on breathe!" She called and indeed he did, spurting out water.
"I thought
I was going to die."
"Don't you
dare think that. Where's that loose section?"
They both work
their fingers and as they did so they took glances at each other. For Reinhard,
it was a strange sensation, a small part of his mind wondered about all the
cases and activities they've gone through. He now appeared could feel her
mental and physical strain - or was it his own? In one way, it was perhaps the
strain of the morning studies, the rush to that outlet and the dash to this
unknown location. But in another way, it was something completely new, like
nothing he'd ever experienced before. As he tried to widen the panel, the
feeling changed. It wasn’t frightening or embarrassing as he might have
expected; instead, something completely exhilarating. ever before had she
experienced such a depth and closeness to another person, a person who definitely
understood him. Never had he known such a friendship could exist.
Lin herself was
also deep in thought. After pulling him out of the water, she suddenly and
totally knew all about Reinhard Tomas. Everything about him: his likes and
fears, his successes and failures, his strengths and weaknesses, what he liked
and his deepest and most private sorrows. She saw into his innermost spirit, to
the depths of his heart, to the very core of his being. Never before had she
realised how badly she wanted such a relationship.
"It still
not moving!" He wailed.
"Don't
give up. You came all the way for me."
"Actually,
it was your idea for a meet-up. What was the plan?"
There was a
short pause. "Reinhard, will you be my boyfriend?"
With the water
rising up beyond their upper torsos, it might be the weirdest time for a
proposal ever. “You mean if we get out of here alive?”
She still
didn't like negative tone. "I mean regardless."
Under other
circumstances, he would have peppered her with many questions.
Instead, he smiled
in the darkness and replied, "Yes...yes I will."
Just then, the
panel they were pulling came free. Reinhard's elation was dampened by the size
of the shaft revealed.
"It's
better than nothing," Lin remarked.
"Can you
hands manage?" She attempted to lift herself inside but couldn’t and
without a word, he helped lift his new girlfriend in. It was indeed a painful
crawl for Lin with her wrists bound but with water behind her, she made no
complaint. The was some sort of door at the end and despite feeling lethargic,
Lin pushed and it swung open.
That was by
fair not the end of their peril as dark-clothed figure approached them.
"Shouldn't
have drown you first Chink," Jake Bottomly growled, raising a
semi-automatic at them. Reinhard shivered but there was the sound of a 'click'
and the racist man collapsed.
"Always
just in time," DCI Heath remarked, holstering her TASER X26e.
"How'd you
find us?" Reinhard exclaimed then saw the waitress from the food outlet
waving.
This whole
issue took the longest time to conclude. This shadowy firm that Lin found was a
front for providing funding for the anti-minorities political party. That party
was quickly dissolved although the anti-minority mindset lingered. Priscilla
Hawkins and Jakes Bottomly were slapped were dozens of charges beside hate
crimes but they set up an army of lawyers to defend them, calling Lin as an
opposing witness. After a long legal battle, the pair were locked up for
decades in separate HM prisons with no internet access as well as slapped with
a lawsuit from Lin's father. The symbol was really half a Swatika and the pair
expected someone to notice.
"Am
thankful for Papa winning the lawsuit and providing me with extra allowance
this month. Replacing gadgets are expensive," Lin remarked while she and Reinhard
were re-building gadgets she lost from the latest adventure in the detective
headquarters.
"You
deserve it," Chelle added. "And it's good that you now have someone
to really give real tender love while you work." Reinhard turn a little
red in response, not exactly sure how he would proceed with this
relationship.
Lin hugged her
boyfriend causing him to turn red again. "Hey, it's great to have a
partner. And not from running into one," she laughed.
"There's
nothing wrong with getting a guy by running into him right Mark?" The
rugby player was about to respond when the detective HQ's door open.
"Where
have you..." Chelle wondered.
"Hey you
all, this is Richard Weaver from Wattersons Secondary," Jenn nodded to the
1.77m guy behind her. "He has Eidetic, Photographic memory. I thought he
would be a great addition to our team."
The other teen
detectives asked some light questions, then Chelle open up. "Why not?
Another one would ease the rental payment here." With the country-wide
economic crisis, the owner of the caravan Mr Morden had to increase their
rental fee.
"Another
guy won't hurt," Mark added.
"Oh, that
means I've to make a set of gadgets for you," Lin noted. "Sorry,
still have to construct those I've lost."
"No
worries," the newest detective replied then Reinhard saw Lin packing up
and held him hand.
"What..Where
are we going?"
"To our
first proper date!"
Michelle,
Lin Ling, Jennifer, Mark. Reinhard and Richard will return in 'Frenchies and
Pansies'.