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Violet Parr
Violet Parr

Mar-13-2009 04:11

To know what happened previously in this story please review the following thread.

The Daughters of Miss Violet Parr:


Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-24-2009 17:33

Practically pulling him along, they headed to Violet's apartment.

"What is wrong with you? You are never this skittish, and I've never known you to be scared of the park at night time. Now, why have you changed?", he said, pulling back a bit.

Makensie stops, rolls her eyes, and said, "I've ALWAYS hated parks at night time. You've never seen me near these things when it's dark, have you?"

"Not that I can recall. Come on Mak....parks can be fun", he said, with a mischievious smile.

"How well I know, Clift Garrett!! How do you think Cody James came along?", she said, then smiled a bit.

"Thank goodness for parks", he said, with a chuckle.

As they laughed, and started walking again, a gentleman walked up from behind.

"Clift Garrett", the man said.

They turned, as Clift gently placed Makensie behind him, as he said, "That's me. Who might you be?"

The man was standing in a shadow, so he couldn't be seen clearly, but the voice sounded familiar to Makensie, although she couldn't place it.

"I will give introductions in a bit. Hello, Makensie Brewer. So we meet again", he said.

Makensie frowns a bit, and in a voice that only Clift could hear, she said, "I TOLD you we should've got out of here when I said to"

She stood up beside Clift, and with her chin up, and looking the man straight in the eye, even though she couldn't really see him, she said, "Who are you, and what do you want? It is late, and there is no time for nonsense"

Clift squeezed her hand, in a gesture to tell her to calm down. The man let out a raspy laugh, and said, "You havent changed a bit, I see"

Clift locked his jaws, then said, "If you don't have anything of importance to say, we will be on our way"

The man said, "Oh, nothing important. Just saying hello to some old friends in the park"

The man turned and walked away.

Makensie looks at Clift and said, "You know, I know that voice. I've heard it somewhere but I can't quite remember where"


Makensie Brewer
Makensie Brewer
Super Steeper

Mar-24-2009 17:36

"Same here. Oh well...just a weirdo in the park", he said.

Squeezing her hand, and clasping his to hers, he said, "Come on. Lets go babe"

They continued walking, and Makensie turned to look behind her, and that man could just barely be seen standing under a tree, watching them walk away.

She shivered, and turned her head back around.

Makensie wasn't one to be spooked easily, but, with the latest happenings with Victoria, she couldn't help to feel uneasy.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 15:11

*evening, on Joey Bane’s floating prison*

Bane woke up from a hard slap on his face.

“Get up, you lazy cur…and put these on!” McCabe threw him a bunch of clothes.

“Is it already evening?” Bane inquired.

“It is. Stop asking questions and get dressed. We’re running late already here.”

With this Mike headed for the door and knocked in a particular sequence. The lock was set off from the outside and Anna stepped into its frame. McCabe looked in her eyes and shortly tilted his eyebrows, in an inquiring expression. She nodded. He then turned his eyes back towards Joey.

“Ok, now…Bane…you will have the pleasure of being me once again. You do this right and I will let your daughter live. You don’t come back for any reason…” He mimed a throat slash with his hand. “I trust that I made myself clear. Anna will fill you on the details.”

He left. Anna came to Bane’s bed.

“Don’t worry, boy. I don’t think anything will happen. It’ll just be a plain exchange. You just make sure you make it back.”

“I’ll handle it…” answered Bane dressing slowly. “What are you selling anyway?”

“Well…” She stopped here, looking at her feet.

“Well…what?” repeated Bane his question.

Anna opened the door and tilted her head to the other room. Joey looked outside.

“What the…?” His face was now astonished while looking at a bunch of Asian people, all strapped in chains. “What is this? You are all…slave trades? How in the world can you do this?”

“Well…” started Anna looking troubled “…it wasn’t always like this, Bane.” She showed she wasn’t happy either with the situation and she was somehow trying to find an excuse. “You see…we started selling guns…to anyone who needed them…wherever they would need them. Then Mike thought that we should…diversify the goods. ‘For higher profit’ he said. He was getting more greedy every day, so at last we kinda’…ended up doing this.”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 15:12

She was still looking down as Bane was searching for her eyes. Upon a couple of moments she finally lifted her head and posed a more confident face.

“Well, anyway…this is my last. I’m getting out after this. And I don’t think you are in the position of judging me…Joseph Bane. I do remember you the matter of the 3 bodies that you left behind.”

Bane fixed the collar of his coat and pulled his hat a bit over his eyes. “Well…if you say so, woman...I’m having though some trouble to believe your ‘good friend’ Mike will take your leave that easy.”

She eyed him narrowing her eyes and then decided to finish the talk. “It’s time. Let’s go up on the bridge. I’ll tell you what you have to do.”

Apparently they were positioned on an island, a satellite of the Great Britain. The ship that carried them was large ferry, yet small enough to be maneuvered by two men. They anchored somewhere inside a secluded bay and left McCabe, Victoria and Anna on shore, where Bane could see and old and obsolete small shack.

The deal was simple. He was just supposed to drive the ferry to a certain point, meet with the buyers and pick up the cash. ‘Mouse face’ knew the meeting place, so he was sent along with Bane. Joey knew that no matter what would happen, he needed to get back if he still wanted to see Victoria alive.

In half an hour ‘mouse face’ and Joey dropped anchor near a small pier. A ship apparently was already waiting for them. A man shaking a lantern on its bridge gave them a signal with the light. ‘Mouse face’ signaled back at him. It was apparently a code that both have understood and thus 4 men came from the pier on Bane’s ship, as ‘mouse face’ opened the hatch and led them down below.

Joey lighted a cigarette and leaned himself onto a rail as all the prisoners were moved onto the pier and then onto the other ship.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 15:13

When everything was done ‘mouse face’ nodded at him to proceed. Bane stood straight up stepping towards 2 men that have remained onto his ship to finalize the business. Strangely enough, they were carrying nothing looking like a suitcase or anything that could contain a pile of cash.

“Ok…” Bane said “…you have the merchandize. I want my cash so I’ll be on my way.”

One of the men untied slowly his jacket. Seeing his move, ‘mouse face’ armed the large shotgun that he was holding.

“Easy now, mate” settled him Joey, then turned his eyes back to his ‘business partners’. “You see, my little friend here’s a little jumpy. I would advise you to restrain from sudden moves. But please do hurry with my dough. I ain’t planning on spending the night here.”

“Don’t worry now, McCabe…we got your dough. We got it all right…HERE!”

With this the man fully opened his jacket and flashed a badge towards Bane and his partner. “Mouse face’ pointed the gun at him, but then a sound of a bunch of weapons being armed cut through the silence of the night. A lot of lights were lit up suddenly on the other ship and pointed towards them. ‘Mouse face’ realized the situation and raised his hands. Bane was just standing still looking at them.

“There is no way you can get out of this, McCabe” said the man with the badge. “End of the line for you, sailor. We got you covered from all sides. No point to try anything. Now be a good lad and come peaceful. I promise that you’ll have a fair trial.”

Bane still stood there looking in his eyes, thinking he needed to get back. He pondered his thoughts for a while, thinking of how he could find a way to step out of this whole situation. He didn’t hold any cards in his sleeve and thus decided that the only thing to do was try a bluff. He lifted his chin up and spoke in a calm voice.

“There are more where these came from…inspector, I assume?”

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 15:14

“Oh yes” ‘badge man’ replied “I’m sure there are. And you are gonna tell us all that you know about them. Come now.”

Bane pulled a long smoke in his chest, took a small brake and then exhaled into his face. He posed a grin and then continued.

“You did not understand, detective. There are more…here, on the island.” He smiled. “You didn’t really think I’d be so stupid to just fall in your hands with no backup, now did you?” He pulled another smoke. “Now…here’s the thing, detective: if I do not get back alive and free they’re all dead, I assure you. Not only that, but…” he looked at the time “…I’d say they only have about half an hour left.”

The cop was clearly annoyed. He knew that it could be a bluff, but also knew he couldn’t take the risk to call it. On top of it, Joey’s calm voice appeared to be quite convincing.

“Alright” he said “you lead us there.” He made a short sign with his hand and the result was that a car advanced slowly onto the small pier.

Bane shook his head slowly, still smiling. “It doesn’t work like that, mate…see…I have to go there alone. On ship” he added pulling yet another smoke. “If my men will feel something wrong, they WILL kill all of them right on the spot.”

The cop thought for a moment and decided. “Ok, the two of us will go with you. We will stay out of sight and we will keep a gun on you at all times. You make one wrong move and I swear we’ll blow your brains before you take another breath.”

He made a sign and a couple of men came from his back. “You take the little one” he said. “Come with the car. The others follow with the ship but keep your faces out of sight.”

The two low ranks grabbed ‘mouse face’ and quickly threw him onto the back seat. The inspector and his companion remained on Bane’s ship and thus the group split. They all left then.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 15:15

Half an hour later Joey and the 2 cops reached the secluded bay where the shack was. Bane made a sign to them and he approached a pile of crates where he could not be seen from the shore. The men approached.

“What do you want, McCabe? You wouldn’t want to let your friends know that we’re here, no?”

“Relax inspector” Joey said. “This ship is not made for one man to run it. Since you arrested my ‘first mate’, I’ll need your help to throw the anchor. Or…you would like to float some more?”

“Ok, McCabe, but don’t try anything, I warn you!”

“No worry, mate” said Bane pointing at the anchor mechanism. “You two just grab onto those levers there. Hold tight, they’ll start to roll up fast.”

The man looked towards him in disbelief, yet they obeyed. Just as they turned their backs to him and grabbed onto the levers, Bane suddenly untied a rope and let fall a think cover from over the pile of crates.

The two cops started agitating in an attempt to find a way out. Bane quickly grabbed a wrench that was just sitting nearby and started hitting them with no aim through the cover. He kept on hitting them until the growls of pain had stopped.

“Good now” he mumbled then. “That’s what I call a job well done.”

Upon getting the cops out of his way, Bane dropped a small boat in the water and used it to go fast on shore, letting the ferry drift away in the hope of fooling the ones who followed them by water means.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 15:57

Bane reached the shore unseen and hid the boat. He stealthily approached the shack, noticing Anna was up in the front and McCabe with Victoria inside. Michael was making rounds in the middle of the room eyeing the little girl from time to time with a bad look. There was a table in the middle with a large hatchet stuck in it.

Looking around Joey noticed that the cop car did not arrive. The bay seemed very well positioned and could not actually be reached by any kind of land transportation.

Bane waited till McCabe decided to step out of the room, then made his way inside through a small window. He put a finger on his mouth as Victoria noticed him, then went to her and quickly untied the ropes that were holding her hostage.

Just as he was about to aim back to the window, McCabe stepped in the room.

“What the…? YOU BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!” He stepped towards the two pulling the hatchet from the table on his way.

Bane quickly pushed Victoria behind him. In the next second McCabe was all over. He jumped on Joey like a wild beast, throwing him back onto the wall. Bane hit his head hard on some boards and fell on the floor half unconscious.

McCabe grabbed fast the little girl and raised his hand to strike her.

“I’ll show you now what double crossing leads to…”

Just as his hand seemed to be dropping, a shot was heard.

McCabe just stopped with his hand in the air. He staggered a bit on his feet and then he felt. Bane raised his eyes to see the shooter.


She was still holding up the gun.

“You were right, Bane” she said. “He wasn’t gonna let me go.”

Joey stood up, picked up the hatchet and humped on McCabe’s chest. He was still breathing slow.

“Alright, McCabe…it’s my turn now.” Joey’s eyes posed an animal’s look now.

He raised his hand and dropped the hatched straight in the middle of Mike’s skull. He pulled it out then and hit again…and again…and again…

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 15:58

When he finally stopped, Michael McCabe did not actually have a head any more. Bane’s face was full of blood, yet it could not cover the expression of satisfaction imprinted in his eyes.

He then looked up at Anna.

“What now” he asked. “You’re gonna shoot me too?”

After the scene that she just witnessed, the woman was astonished. She didn’t feel like dropping down the gun. Just as she was considering her options, a growling sound came from her behind.


“Pierre?” exclaimed Bane. “How the hell…?”

The dog jumped straight at Anna’s hand, making her drop the pistol. She started to crawl back under Pierre’s threatening eyes and growling.

“Hey, Bane…call off you hound. I…have a business proposition.”

“Let’s hear it then” said him, making a short sign to the dog to stop. Pierre assumed thus a sitting position, but kept his eyes onto the woman.

“I know where Mike has stashed his money…all that he earned in the last years. It’s a big pile of cash, Bane. I also have all his old contacts. We could do real business now.”

“I’m not sure that I want to do business with you, woman.”

“I’m not talking about what we did today. By the way…did it work? You got the cash?”

“No dough, gal. They were the police.”

“So…where are they now, Bane?”

“Oh hell…they’re on their way!” He realized that he forgot about the cops following him.

“You got no option, Bane. If they come here and they find us, well both end up behind bars. Listen to me, let’s go. I know a safe way out of here.”

Bane had now to agree with her. There was no way the cops would ever end up believing his story. He thus decided to play this her way.

In a few minutes they were out. They picked the small boat that he came on and sailed through a thin hidden cave. It took the more than a couple of hours to reach the exit, but in the end they lost their tracks into the morning midst.

Joey "Bulldog" Bane
Washed Up Punter

Mar-25-2009 16:38

*1 year later - Shanghai Race Track - VIP lounge*

A man was watching the race through the large windows of the lounge, holding a large cigar in one hand and a small shot of whiskey in the other. He was wearing an elegant dark suit, classy shoes and a white hat on the latest fashion. His polished nails and expensive perfume showed that he was a man for whom money was not a problem.

His face looked though as if he has been through a lot, as it was full of scars all over. He had a cunning smile though.

As the race ended and the board notified the winner, he posed a smile of satisfaction, raised up his glass and took a sip.

“Daddyyyy!” a crystalline sound came from behind.

He turned around facing a small girl, looking to be the age of 3. She was a small doll in a purple dress. She jumped straight in his arms and hugged him.

“Did Whiskey win, dad? Did he win?”

“Yeah, kid. He won. As usual” he answered.

The kid jumped down and hurried to the window, gluing her nose on the glass. She turned her head for just a second towards the woman that had come with her.

“Did you hear, Aunt Anna? Did you hear? We won! My horsey won again!” She giggled and turned back towards the window.

The woman came to the man’s side as he was looking at her daughter with the most genuine love of a father in his eyes.

“I don’t know what was in your head, Bane…buying her a horse.”

“Well…I like to see her smiling.” He waved at the little girl.

“A bit of an expensive smile that is. People are starting to look at you with suspicion.”

“So…let them suspect. What do I care?”

“Be reasonable, Bane. The only legit business you own is that detective agency. Everyone knows they haven’t ever taken any case.”

“Well…they were busy with my case.”

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