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MS. AMERICANA and FLAG GIRL in WELCOME HOME MISTER FEAR
"Hmmmm," Ms. Americana held the slim business card between
the forefinger and thumb of her red leather gauntlet gloved
right hand. Turning it this way and that.
The back side or perhaps it was meant to be the front side?
Had a simple yet stylish logo in its center. No boarder on
the card edge. The logo looked something like the letter 'F'
bent and twisted.
The opposite side consisted of the same white boarder-less
card but written upon in a handsome script with what appeared
to be a fountain pen. The paper was of a heavy stock. The
script was formal and easy to read having an elegant touch.
It read; "I AM GOING TO STEAL THIS ITEM" It was then signed
under this odd message, "MISTER FEAR."
"I am afraid I don't understand commissioner. I thought
Mister Blake's life had been threatened?" Ms. Americana
turned her large blazing eyes at the man standing behind his
desk. Without a word he simply removed a second card from
another evidence envelope and handed it to her.
The second card was identical to the first in all aspects
including the hand written script except where the first card
had read, "I AM GOING TO STEAL THIS ITEM" it now read, "I AM
GOING TO KILL YOU".
Ms. Americana looked up both cards held in both her gloved
hands and puzzled at the commissioner of the Delta City
Police Department.
The haggard looking man in the dishdeviled worn suit took off
his reading glasses and tossed them on to the over laden desk
in front of him. "That first card I gave you was the calling
card of Mister Fear. A master second story criminal who stole
without hinderance from just about everyone and anyone who
had expensive items in Delta City."
"Strange I have never heard of him?" Ms. Americana frowned as
the commissioner continued.
"Well before your time. He had the same M.O. every time. He
would actually break into the house leaving no evidence save
that card which he would then place next to the item he was
preparing to steal and then at some latter date he would
return again with no sign of his presence and take said item.
He had dozens of cards out at any one time so the police had
no idea where he would strike to steal or just leave another
warning card of his emanate crime."
"Fascinating!" Ms. Americana marveled. "And this second card
is the one threatening Mister Blake's life."
"Yes. That card there was found by mister Blake leaning next
to his pillow when he woke up two days ago."
"The hand writing looks identical as do the cards
themselves... It would appear that our second story man was
never caught and is now threatening to commit murder." Ms.
Americana handed the two cards back to the commissioner.
"Actually Mister Fear was caught. After an unbroken reign of
six years the police responded to a silent alarm and found
Mister Fear tied up and semiconscious before one of his
previously marked targets. No one ever learned how he was
captured. He confessed to the crimes and his finger prints
matched the ones on the cards he had left over the years."
"Finger prints?!' Ms. Americana raised an eyebrow. "Sounds
like a rather sloppy criminal to be labeled a master mind."
"Well the police procedures of the 1940's were a bit more
roughshod than what we have today."
Ms. Americana again raised a well formed eyebrow, "before my
time, indeed! So we have a copy cat imposter, then. But why
copy this Mister Fear?"
"So it would seem. And I don't know why." The police
commissioner replaced the cards back into the protective
evidence bags and then each back into its file box.
"Dose Mister Fear have any surviving relatives?" Ms.
Americana curled a finger over her small chin as she pondered
the odd situation.
"No," the commissioner tossed the boxes aside and drew
another folder toward him and opened it.
"Pity we might have learned something from speaking to them,"
Ms. Americana tapped her chin before dropping her hands to
rest upon her narrow waist. She cocked one hip seductively to
the side.
"Well, you could always try talking to Mister Fear himself,"
the commissioner handed the open file to an astonished Ms.
Americana who took it and began to leaf through it.
"He must have started his life of crime at ten years of age.
A certified genius. He was caught at sixteen and has been
serving a life sentence ever since.
He is a model prisoner of eighty seven years of age still
held in the Delta City Maximum Security Facility on Pinewoods
Island where he was first incarcerated after pleading guilty
to all the charges brought against him." The commissioner
opened his desk drawer and pulled out a clip on badge and
started writing on it with a ball point pen.
"Life in prison and without parole for stealing?!" Ms.
Americana whistled. "I have put murderers away who only got
seven years and were out on parole after severing less than
two."
"True. But our Mister Fear stole not only from the rich of
Delta City but also from several of the nearby military bases
including the top secret research base on Government Island.
I guess there is a difference from stealing from the Brenda
Wade's and the Axanna Morgan's of the world than lifting
something from Uncle Sam."
"Especially when it's top secret military research that one
is pilfering," Ms. Americana mused.
"All the stolen goods were recovered and returned. He was
just doing it for kicks; had everything piled up in the
orphanage attic. But there is no mention of any stolen
military hardware being recovered. I am going to bet that
they threw him in Pinewood and tossed away the key until he
decides to tell them where the stolen military stuff went or
he croaks." The commissioner finished writing on the
alligator clip on card badge and clicked his ball point pen
closed and placed it back in his shirt pocket. "Here, not
sure how much pull I have with a prisoner like this one; but
this usually will get just about anyone in to see just
anybody else at Pinewood."
"Thanks." Ms. Americana started to clip the badge, with her
one free hand while the other hand held the Fear file, to her
bikini top but realized the sunken lip of the garment was far
too tight as was her bottom's spaghetti strap and giving up
shrugged, "I'll just carry it." She wiggled the card between
her fingers and blew the commish a kiss.
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Pinewood island was a bit of a misnomer. All the pine trees
that had once covered the Delta Bay island had been cut down
long ago to make room for several ominous heavily fortified
squat windowless buildings. It now housed the most dangerous
criminals in the tri-state area. Though Delta City produced
so many deadly criminals on its own that the place was more a
local courthouse holding cell for the city than a multi-state
prison complex as many near by state angry tax payers
routinely pointed out.
Ms. Americana had to wait for over an hour at the wharf as
calls were forwarded and the prison shuttle boat was allowed
to bring her over to the island. It was nearing ten p.m. By
this time and the night bay fog had her nips even more pert
than usual as she stood with legs braced in the front of the
transport craft braving the chill air and icy spray spackling
her crotch.
It took several more hours of waiting at several more high
security lock down check points before the Queen of Justice
found herself being escorted with a heavily armed guard of
six combat soldiers to the Fear prison cell.
There was no day or night in this world. No sense of passing
time. No clocks on the bare white walls. All was a constant
bright florescent glare. Ms. Americana was glad she had not
swung out to Brenda Wade's estate and picked up Flag Girl. It
was nearing one a.m. when she was finally ushered in to see
Mister Fear and it was a school night.
For several minutes Ms. Americana just stared utterly
perplexed at the man sitting across from the chair offered
her. On the other side of wire meshed bullet proof glass sat
Mister Fear all sixteen years old of him.
Finally she dropped down into the plastic chair that had been
provided for her. It was cold and sent a shiver up her joy
box as she collided with the plastic seat.
She slowly picked up the phone off the receiver before her
and Mister Fear sighed and picked up his on his side of the
glass window pane.
"Mister Fear?"
"Of course. Who else would be in his cell?"
"Excuse me. But I was lead to believe I was going to be
meeting an almost ninety year old man?!"
"I am over a hundred. Sorry for the disappointment. So is our
date over?" He started to hang up the receiver.
"Ah, no wait!"
"Do you know a Mister Blake?"
"Look lady, everyone I knew before I ended up here is dead. I
mean think about it."
"Okay. I see your point. Let me re-phrase this; someone sent
a card identical to the cards you used to use in your thefts,
to a Mister Blake.
Only instead of promising to rob something it promises to
kill Mister Blake." Ms. Americana bit her lower full lip as
the young/old man across from her seemed to think about this.
The gangly young man hung up his receiver and stood up.
"Okay, let her in." He spoke up into the air and one of the
soldiers carefully helped Ms. Americana re-place her
telephone receiver into its cradle and to stand as he also
pulled her chair away from behind her as the wall between her
and Mister Fear began to rapidly rise up into the ceiling and
vanish.
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"Good to meet you," Mister Fear held out his hand and shook
hers and then returned it behind his back where it habitually
remained one hand clasping the wrist of the other. "You are?"
"I am Ms. Americana."
"I am not sure what that is?"
"Mister Fear I was under the impression you were a prisoner
here," Ms. Americana followed the young man further into his
cell along with the six guards as the wall with the glass
partition and phones sets once again dropped back down into
place.
"I am. I have no freedom to leave. If I try there are about
five hundred heavily armed men that will shoot me quiet dead.
I know they have done so several times. Some of them are
quiet trigger happy. Please." He pulled one of his hands free
and gestured at a table set with a dinner for two and a view
of the underwater aquatic life of Delta City Bay.
"I am becoming increasingly more confused rather than less
confused and I should warn you Mister Fear that I tend to get
a bit trigger happy myself when I am confused." Ms. Americana
refused to sit in the chair he pulled out for her and
shrugging he crossed to his side of the table and plopped
down into it in that spineless way only adolescents possess.
He ran a finger back and forth over his chin and adjusted his
round sunglasses several times as he waited for her to do
something.
"You seem to live quiet well for a prisoner." Ms. Americana
folded her arms under her enormous pert breasts and smiled.
"Bribes. They give me little rewards whenever I solve some
problem for them. Each napkin, each salad fork is some won
token for being a good boy. Come back in a few hours and you
may find me sitting in an unheated barren room without lights
and perhaps without air to breath.
It goes rapidly both ways in here." He adjusted his glasses
again and sighed. "I am hungry. I am going to eat. You may
join me if you like or you may stand there and watch me
masticate. I had them lay on two settings when they told me
someone was coming to visit. Ah," he lifted up the silver
round serving tray lid. "It's Salisbury stake. Yesterday it
was crackers and spray can cheese and nothing the three days
before that."
Ms. Americana watched the young man dig in with relish and
quietly sat down in the chair across from him but did not
join in partaking of the repast. "You are a man over a
hundred years old who looks like he is a teenager. You have
spent most of that time in a maximum security prison where
apparently your genius intellect is being used by the
government. I care nothing about that. At least for now. All
I care about is someone three days ago sent an almost exact
replica of one of your Mister Fear calling cards to a Mister
Blake threatening to kill him. Do you have anything you can
tell me that relates to this that may help me save Mister
Blake's life. Because the police seem to believe this person
will be unstoppable just like you were in achieving his
goal."
"Just because he is using my name?" Mister Fear wolfed down
his beef patty and chugged three quarters of a glass of milk.
He was obviously starved.
"Apparently so."
"Dose that make any sense to you? That some one uses my name
and that means they can kill this man unchecked?"
"Well... Mister Blake has the most advanced and most through
security surveillance system in Delta City as well as a small
army of guards and guard dogs and yet this person waltzed in
unseen and deposited this threat inches from his sleeping
face in his personal bed room and then whispered through the
walls right back out again. I am guessing that the local
police either believe you are behind this or assisting
someone or-"
"Don't know the man. Never heard of him. There's no
television, no computer connections leading out, no
newspapers, no gossip, nothing. Everyone I know is dead. Even
the guards only have numbers no names and they swap them out
every few weeks."
"Yes. So you said. Well, if you are not threatening this man
can you explain how someone has copied your handwriting and
mimic your cards to threaten this man? Can you think of
anyone or why anyone would want to duplicate your persona and
motive operandi in order to kill or threaten to kill Mister
Blake?"
"Anyone with time and talent can learn to forge something or
with money hire someone to do it for them."
"All right. I will accept that. But why do this at all? Why
you?"
"The only reason anyone would do that would be in hopes of
drawing me into this. Having someone like you come find me
and inform me of this."
"That's a rather long shot."
"Really? Maybe on the first killing or the third or maybe
even the sixth but sooner or latter they would have sent
someone, right? After all, I am your only lead."
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"So, this Mister Fear is he some kind of whack job or what?"
Flag Girl passed her night-vision binoculars over the privet
grounds of the Blake fortress mansion. It was crawling with
guards and guard dogs. She dropped her spy scope to look at
Ms. Americana.
"Well, he has been locked away in solitary confinement for
almost a hundred years stuck in a teenage body and I came in
dressed like this;" Ms. Americana lowered her own night
vision sniper scope camera gun and gestured over her micro
skin tight Ms. Americana bikini costume before raising up the
camera to her eyes and continuing. "And I nipple slipped not
once but twice and nothing. Not even a tremor in his shorts.
A real man would have had me right there in the dressing and
potatoes. So there's something not right about this Mister
Fear."
"Gosh, doing it right in the mash potatoes. You really take
some chances Ms. A!" Flag Girl blushed and her nipples
hardened.
"It's the risk we take for justice, Flag Girl. Our bodies are
finely honed weapons and tools for justice. To be used or
abused as necessary for our calling." Flag Girl listened to
her mentor and then nodded sagely and returned to scooping
out the Blake estate again.
The two of them passed their enhanced green lensed gaze over
the grounds several more times before with two simultaneous
mutual sighs they lowered their heavy night-vision equipment.
"This Blows." Ms. Americana sighed.
"Three days have passed since the threat was made and no
attempt. This is so boring." Flag Girl sighed.
"I wish someone would try and kill this guy!" Ms. Americana
gave a sideways look at her startled sidekick. "Eh, so we can
prevent them from doing so of course. So, Flag Girl what
Intel did you come up with on our threatened man?" Ms.
Americana raised her scope and swept the street below them;
which lay between them and the heavily fortified grounds of
Mister Blake. The grounds took up an entire city block and
could easily be mistaken for a very sturdy walled city park.
"Right Ms. A! One Mister Paul Everett Blake-" Flag Girl
snapped to attention and began her recitation.
"Everett?!" Ms. Americana sniggered and both of them burst
into giggles.
"He's rich. Like really rich. Lots of government contacts and
contracts. Owns several of the city sports teams. Some race
horses. Some yachts. Ahhhhh, really paranoid. Like ultra
freaked out by the idea of someone attacking him." Flag Girl
paused on counting on her gloved fingers and put her hands on
her cheerleader bubble butt hips. "I guess that's about it."
"What about a Ms. Blake?"
"Ahhhh, I don't think so."
"Good work. Mister Blake is a very privet person and almost
all information on him is classified. How did you get your
info?"
"Oh, I blew his gardener. Well actually there was a titty
fuck, some anal, and two loads in my joy box, and then a BJ.
And actually the old geezer passed out then. Stopped
breathing. No heart beat. And while I was downtown in the
hospital waiting for him to come around so I could continue
my interrogation; I found this old magazine article on Mister
Blake in the waiting room. Had all that stuff in it. Lots of
pictures. In fact, mostly just pictures and some captions
under the pictures."
"Excellent! Now if only the vile life-threatener would show
his hand. We-" Ms. Americana's cellphone went off playing
Queen's 'we are the champions' interrupting her and she
plucked it out of her boot top.
"Queen of Justice, Champion of Right, Premier Super Heroine
of Delta City and parts of those slumy bits across the river,
here; Ms. Americana speaking," Ms. Americana tossed her hair
aside to better hear. "And if this is about those unpaid
parking tickets I keep telling you people I HAVE a handicap
permit! What? Oh, commissioner. What can the Maiden of Might
do for or to you on this lonely miserable night? GREAT
GOZONGAS! You don't say! Right!" Ms. Americana beeped off her
phone and slipped it back into her boot top.
"Gosh! Ms. A! What was that about?!"
"It would seem, my buxom side kick of easy virtue, that while
we have been diligently protecting Mister Blake our would be
assassin has left not one but three more cards at the
residences of three of Delta City's most prominent and well
to do citizens!"
"Holy unwanted junk mail!"
"Hmmm, how odd that I, as Brenda Wade, the most beautiful and
successful of all women in our fair city and thus the world
have not received a death threat as well?!"
"Well, maybe the card killer is only targeting men?!"
"Still. You would think he would make an exception in my
exceptional case. I mean really. Card Killer, eh?"
"Well, you seem to have written Mister Fear off the suspect
list so we can't really keep calling our guy after him."
"Hmm, Mister Fear? Perhaps I should pay our little jail bird
another visit in light of the escalation of our Card Killer's
targets?"
"BUT THE MASH POTATOES MS. A!" Flag Girl raised her fists to
the side of her face in alarm and worry.
"If I must endure the unleashed prison lusts of a solitary
confined one hundred year old teenager in order to thwart
this maniac who is threatening the peaceful citizens of this
our fair city; then I say to you! Bring on your raging
libido! Bring on your throbbing man sex! Bring on your
perverted Japanese cartoon fantasies! I, MS. AMERICANA, CAN
TAKE IT! But first I need to re-stock up on anal lube. Always
be prepared, Flag Girl. Always!"
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"So where the hell is he?!" Ms. Americana bent over in her
exclamation and then straightened back up waving a small
tube. "But I brought lube this time?! This is my old suit!
WAY too small! You can see EVERYTHING! I only wear it to
school functions and PTA meetings anymore!"
"I'm sorry Ms. Americana but perhaps due to your last visit
and your posting that selfie of you and Mister Fear on your
Facebook account. The government decided to move their most
secret prisoner to another facility."
Ms. Americana looked with exasperation at the heavily armed
and armored guard who had just finished speaking to her and
then glanced back around her at the deserted cell which had
until just recently housed Mister Fear for almost a hundred
years. "But I HAD this!" She smacked her fist into her open
palm causing the tube of lube there to spurt out its clear
jelly onto her nipple slipping breasts. "This bites. And I
had the Ms. Americana Mobile seat on extra vibrate on the
ride over. I was SO prepared!"
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"They have moved Mister Fear," Ms. Americana was back in the
Americana mobile zipping at blinding speeds through the dark
city streets while talking to both Flag Girl and the
commissioner on her neck choker star.
"Well, that sucks." Flag Girl said and then there was the
sound of spitting as she continued to brush her teeth back at
Wade Manor. It was a school night.
"I'm afraid I am out of the loop on this whole prisoner
transfer. Not a word breathed our way. Seems very hush-hush."
The commissioner added.
"I see." Ms. Americana honked and a baby carriage went flying
over the hood of the speeding car and bounced into the
rapidly receding distance in the review mirror. "I am sure
that they could not move such a valuable prisoner without
some security fanfare. I imagine it would be low key but with
strong armed presence. Not an easy combination to pull off. I
am sure someone saw something a- I am getting some static
here?"
"Oh, sorry Ms. A that was the electric razor. Just trimming
up the ole joy box," Flag Girl giggled.
"Meticulous personal hygiene is imperative," Ms. Americana
mused. "Especially for a young woman. Did you use the special
lotion I created for you on your nipples?"
"Ah, maybe I should talk to you two latter," the commissioner
sighed. "It's getting late and-"
"Crime dose not doze! I am certain that Mister Fear is the
key element to solving this case and preventing these
murders. And douche? Did you douche?" Ms. Americana slammed
the car around a corner to the sound of a dog yelp.
"I thought your previous visit to Mister Fear had ruled him
out?" The commissioner responded. "And I do hope the douche
question bit was directed to Flag Girl."
"With the removal of Mister Fear from Pinewood Island I am
now certain that I know the Card Killer's identity!" Ms.
Americana swerved and several thuds were followed by a shower
of nuns in the Americana mobile wake.
"Card Killer?! Since when did we start calling him the-"
"That one's mine, mister commish!" Flag Girl chimed. "Ms. A
have you seen where the mask spunk remover is?"
"Right behind the box of ball gags! Now listen up! It
occurred to me that the only person who could possibly access
mister Blake's bedroom and leave that card on his pillow was
Mister Fear. BUT he couldn't have done it because he was in
the only place with even more security than mister Blake's
mansion; Pinewood Maxim Security Prison!" Ms. Americana
dodged the car through parked traffic waiting at a red light
and then up on the sidewalk not slowing down and then shot
through the intersection leaving the sound of skidding tires
and shattering glass behind her.
"So the only guy who could do it was the guy who couldn't do
it?" You could almost hear Flag Girl nodded sharply to her
mentors deductions. "Ah, did you move my vibrators again?"
"Sock drawer! Batteries are low! So if Mister Fear could not
place the card upon Mister Blake's pillow then that means of
course no one could!" Ms. Americana ramped up a parked car
and over a slowly moving freight train. Hitting her booster
rockets and setting both the parked car and the train on fire
as she landed and roared on upon the other side of the
tracks.
"But we know that someone left a card next to the sleeping
Mister Blake." The commissioner puzzled out loud.
"Do we?! I believe that Mister Blake placed that card there
himself!" Ms. Americana flew across the narrow bridge forcing
a pair of bicyclists into the river.
"But why?!" Both the commissioner and Flag Girl shouted.
"Because it was the only way to get Mister Fear out of the
one place Mister Blake could not get to him and out where he
could get to him! Commissioner! I have been racing around
Delta City for the better part of an hour now! And while my
unlicensed nuclear reactor does not require me to stop for
fuel for another ten thousand years; I still think it would
be best if I actually had a location for me to head to. Any
suggestions?"
"Er, well. If I were to move a high security risk prisoner
from an island with the intent of relocating to some other
maxim security prison in this country or some other.
I would imagine I would need to get him to an airport or an
aircraft carrier. There are no aircraft carriers currently in
the bay. So... Probably the high security air force base just
outside of Delta City." You could hear the commissioner
scratching the stubble of his chin in thought.
"Yes. That would make perfect sense. Except for one thing!
This is the United States Government we are talking about
here. So I surmise that they will move Mister Fear to the
Wounded Wings Bird Sanctuary. It's closed to the public and
has one dilapidated run down single prop plane!"
"Are you sure Ms. Americana? There are dozens of privet
airports in Delta City as well as two municipal airports. And
then there's railroad stations and bus lines and-" The
commissioner pondered.
"Oh it is the bird sanctuary and do you know how I know?
Because their funding was cut and its... cheap! You can rent
that plane now for bird seed! Literally! BIRD SEED! Yes,
commissioner I believe you were right! I am reversing my
course and heading out to the glades and the bird sanctuary
at once!"
"Er, well I don't know if that was really MY idea? I mean-"
"Ms. A!"
"Yes I know Flag Girl. I will be careful!"
"Ah, no actually I was going to ask you to swing by Massive
Mart and pick up some more batteries."
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The bird sanctuary was deserted. Being a work day the place
was of course shut down for a holiday; National Fruit Fly
Day. The Americana mobile crunched up on the gravel drive
next to a black SUV with smoked windows and a bumper sticker
that read; 'If you can read this. Then I am about to shoot
your ass.' Inside the SUV two men in black suits and
sunglasses lay unconscious. There was no sign of Mister Fear.
Ms. Americana snapped around to the sound of a single engine
prop plane coughing and whining painfully to life. The jugs
of justice made her way quickly around the ruined building to
the back where a white limo and a small rusty looking plane
sat.
On the ground lay several more unconscious men including
Mister Blake.
Alone in the plane's pilot seat sat Mister Fear who saw Ms.
Americana and wiggled his fingers in a wave at her and gave
her a big smile as the small plane bounced and taxied down
the muddy pot holed dirt runway and up into the sky.
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"I can't believe he got away!" Flag Girl punched her fist
into her palm and then shook her palm with a mouthed 'ow!'
"True the elusive Mister Fear is once more back in
circulation. The plane was found ditched in the swamp just
outside of Delta City so we can be safe in assuming he has
gone underground in the city its self. And will soon revert
back to his criminal ways." Ms. Americana adjusted the knob
on the 'Ms. Americana Viewer Scope.'
"And according to the Commissioner slimy Mister Blake pulled
some strings and is back in his high security mansion
downtown." Flag Girl nodded firmly as she placed her hands on
her hips and sighed as she glanced around the gadget crowded
Ms. Americana cave.
"Yes. There seems to be some sort of history between those
two. It would seem to be the calm before the storm," Ms.
Americana looked absently at the viewer scope. "Oh, here."
She held up a small bag to Flag Girl. "Your batteries."
"Thanks Ms. A! You're the best!"
"Yes, I know."
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