Scene 32


Pearson International Airport, Toronto, Canada


We had loaded everyone onto the truck and driven to the airport. Ms. Falcon made a point to stick to less traveled streets, since the appearance of the bullet-ridden truck may have caused a bit of concern.

Ms. Starling took charge in loading everything onto our jet. Since I was wounded, I remained with the truck to guard Grant. The security men moved Mr. Loon to the jet, while Ms. Stork kept watch over him.

Although it was night, the airport was still lively with the normal sounds of an airport. Engines were running and lights were flashing. I suppose that is why we all missed what was heading in our direction.

I mentioned before that Big Mikey is a large man and that he can build up a lot of momentum. Unfortunately, this time I was subjected to his entire force. He struck me from behind, throwing me off the truck. Even if I hadn’t been wounded, I would have had a hard time regaining my feet after that strike.

I turned to see what was happening. Big Mikey had helped Grant to his feet and they were both running away from the truck. It was then that I noticed the large object above us. A large blimp was moving over us. It had no lights and apparently had cut its engines before floating over our position.

Now the operators of the blimp started its engines again and turned on the lights. One set of lights revealed a large red maple leaf on the side of the airship.

More lights along the bottom of the blimp shone directly below, illuminating a rope ladder that had been lowered. Grant and Big Mikey were running to this ladder.

From behind I heard people running and turning I saw the security men and my associates giving chase, with Wompet in the lead.

The two men reached the ladder. From the top of the ladder, I saw a form cloaked in shadows. When the two men had grabbed the ladder, I heard him call out, “We’ve got them. Take us up MacHummel!”

The airship began to rise, lifting the two men on the ladder. Wompet, only a few feet behind them dove for the ladder, but passed just inches below it.

Those who had been chasing the two men stopped and drew weapons, prepared to fire on them.

“Hold your fire!” I called to them. “Let them go. We’ll deal with them another time. We’ve got a wounded man to take care of.”

As the airship continued to rise, I heard Grant call out. “YOU FOOLS! YOU CANNOT HOLD ME! BY MY GORGEOUS, FLOWING, GOLDEN LOCKS AND FIRM ROUND BUTTOCKS YOU WILL NEVER HOLD ME! HA HA HA HA HA HA!” he cackled madly.

I turned to Mr. Splash. “Golden locks and firm buttocks?” I asked.

“I’ll explain on the flight,” he said.