March 13, 1998
The same day as part 3.
Charley was working on her bike when she hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. She stood to see a beat up old green jeep pull up to the garage. A woman of about twenty climbed out and walked towards Charley. Charley put on her best 'may I help you' look and walked towards her. She really hoped this girl was a customer and another lost college kid. It had been a long while since she'd had any work.
Luckily the guy was still at the scoreboard or they would have sent this potential customer screaming into the hills. They seemed have that affect on some people. But then again six-foot talking mice with antennas weren't exactly common place in Chicago.
Charley was weary of any kind of trick Limburger might pull, but the girl seemed harmless enough. She was about 5 ft 2 with long blond hair. She had on a pair of sunglasses, Ray Bans by the look of them, baggy jeans, and a worn looking sweatshirt. The young woman in turn seemed to be looking Charley over. Her expression was puzzled.
"Your Ms. Charlene Davidson?" the girl said in disbelief.
"I am. Can I help you?" Charley asked.
The girl held out a large vanilla envelope. It looked like the kind used in offices, to pass stuff around. It had the company symbol for the Limburger Corporation.
"I was asked to give this to you," the girl said. "Or a Mr. Vincent Van Wham." The girl surpressed a giggle as she said Vinnie's name.
Charley eyed the girl suspiciously. Her jade eyes narrowed. AS far as Charley knew, nobody on earth knew Vinnie's full name.
"Who are you and what do you want?!" Charley demanded.
The girl took a step back. "Whoa--hang on there-don't kill the messenger!! I want nothing from ya!!" the girl said hurriedly.
Charley watched the girl for any sign of her trying to trick her.
"Who sent you?" Charley asked sharply.
"Doctor Karen Dean. She lives in the apartment above me. Gave me thirty bucks to deliver this to you or Mr. Van Wham," she again surpressed a giggle.
Charley decide the girl was just some college kid making so extra cash. And nothing more than that.
"Do I have to sign anything?" Charley asked.
The girl looked relived the last thing she want to do was argue with some out giving them some dumb package.
"Nope, here ya go. Whatever's in there the Doc was sure in a hurry to get it to you." The girl handed Charley the envelope and started to leave.
"Hey, wait a sec," Charley said digging in her pocket. She pulled out a five and handed it to the girl. She felt bad about giving the poor kid such a hard time. "Here you go."
"Thanks!" The girl hoped in the jeep and drove off.
Charley watched the girl leave, then turned and walked into her kitchen. She sat down at the table and looked the envelope over. Scrawled on the front was: To Ms. Charlene Davidson or Mr. Vincent Van Wham.
Slowly she opened the envelope. Inside were several photos, several sheet of computer print outs, and a letter. She started to read the letter.
Ms. Davidson or Mr. Van Wham,
My name is Karen Dean, you don't know me. Though I know you.
I would not be sending you this unless I though it was vitally important. Four years ago I went to work for Lawrence Limburger. I was put to work helping a Dr. Karbunkle with a DNA experiment. WE combined two sets of DNA and the end result was the creation of a child. The child, though perfectly healthy, was not a normal human child. I think you understand what I'm getting at.
At this point in time she is three years old and one of the sweetest little girls you'd ever want to meet. She is the reason I'm writing to you. I would do anything to protect her. She means everything to me. I have reason to believe her very existence is in jeopardy. You and your friend are the only ones who can help me save her.
Please meet me at the Lake Stone Elementary School today at four. I will explain this all better then. I beg you, please; you are her only hope,
Sincerely,
Karen Dean
Charley read over the letter several more times. She knew what the woman was implying, but she didn't want to believe it. Just the thought made her sick to her stomach. The thought of ANY child in Limburger's hands was horrifying enough but-but this…… Oh God-this is isn't happening-it's impossible!!
Charley picked up one of photos and gasped in disbelief. The in the picture in her hand was proof of what she didn't want to believe.
"Oh -my God--" Charley whispered. "No-no---God-no--"
She flipped through the other picture finding much of the same thing. A little girl with her eyes. Quickly Charley read through the computer printouts. Her already balled fists tightened. Fury coursed through her. She was more than anger, she was more than outraged-there were no words for how she felt. "THAT FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!" She shrieked. "When I get my hand on those-those--!!!" Charley slammed her palm down on the table.
She shoved the pictures and stuff back into the envelope. Limburger has done some low things-but this-this--- She grabbed her bike keys and drove off.
In her anger and haste, not only had she forgotten to close up the Garage but also she left the envelope on the table and the doors unlocked. Charley had also forgotten that the mice were due at any moment.
Charley could only think of one thing. That little girl in the photo…and if what she thought was right…. her little girl. Her daughter.
The guys got to the garage minutes after Charley had left. They surprised to find that though Charley was no where to be found, the Garage was open and all the doors were unlocked. They couldn't find any notes or anything. After a few minutes of searching Vinnie started getting really worried.
"Where could she be? She knew we were coming," Vinnie said.
Throttle shrugged. "She probably went out for something, Vinnie."
"Yeah, Vin, she probably just went to the store or something." Modo said.
Vinnie shook his head. "And left the Garage open? Come on, you know she'd never do that!" Vinnie sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. "Somethin' just don't feel right about this."
It was then that Vinnie noticed the envelope. It looked pretty normal to him at first. It was addressed to both him and Charley.
"Hey maybe it was this that made her leave in such a hurry," Vinnie said, holding up the envelope.
The other two mice looked at the envelope. It seemed silly, but it was the only thing they had to go on.
"Wonder what's in it?" Modo said.
Throttle looked at Vinnie. "You gonna open it, bro., or just look at it all day?" Throttle crossed his arms. He was starting to agree with Vinnie, this whole thing stinked.
"I don't know, Throttle, I don't feel right opening Charley's mail," Vinnie said, in protest.
Throttle rolled his eyes. "It's addressed to you to, knucklehead."
"Oh-yeah--"
Vinnie opened the envelope and like Charley went for the letter first. His two friends wait silently as he read the letter.
"Oh-shit--!" Vinnie said, his eyes wide in disbelief. This is not happening….if Charley read this…..damn if we'd been here a little sooner….
"What is it, Vin?" Modo asked.
"See for yourself," Vinnie said.
He handed the letter to Throttle and Modo. Has the read he started looking through the other stuff. Hoping beyond hope to find some evidence that this was a trick. One very sick and sadist trick.
Modo and Throttle were so engrossed in reading the letter they didn't notice what was happening with Vinnie. Vinnie hand shook as he held the picture of a child. He would have to have been blind not to see the resemblance. And she had Charley's eyes. Limburger---when I get my hands on you and that Doctor-
Vinnie's hands balled in to fists as he looked at more of the photos. He had the uncontrollable urge to break something-or somebody. He went from shocked to horror to anger in the period of several seconds. Now he was seeing pure red. Something in the back of his mind kept screaming that it could be a trap but he was too angry to think straight.
"I gonna FUCKING KILL THEM!!" Vinnie shot to his feet.
Modo and Throttle looked in shook at Vinnie.
"Whoa clam down Vincent! What is it?" Modo asked.
Throttle picked up one of photo Vinnie had dropped and looked at it. Throttle stood frozen for several seconds before handing the photo to Modo.
"You'd better look at this, Modo." Throttle said, in a low tone.
"Oh-man!!" Modo said.
Vinnie started to the door. Throttle stopped him realizing his friend wasn't thinking straight. "Vinnie hold on there. This could be a trap!" Throttle said. "Lets think this through first."
Modo nodded. "He's right, bro. But guys I think that we should consider the possibility that Charley went to meet this woman."
All of Vinnie's anger left in a hot rush to be replaced by ice cold fear. If it was some kinda of trick then Charley--- No he couldn't even think like that.
"We have to go after her," Vinnie stated.
He walked towards the door. Only one thought in his mind. To get Charley back safely. Throttle was close at his heels.
"Vincent, she could be somewhere else," Throttle said, trying to reassure him.
"No. Throttle, you know Charley. "His pink eyes were hard. "If she even thinks Limburger created a child using our DNA and that that woman knows something---she's not even gonna think about what she's doing." Vinnie was more serious then his bros. had ever seen him. He walked outside and climbed on his bike. "You guys coming or what?"
Modo looked at Throttle. "Vinnie's right, Throttle. Charley's got quite at temper."
Throttle sighed, so much for not rushing headlong into what could be a trap. He got on his bike as did Modo.
"LETS ROCK--" Throttle said.
"AND RIDE!!"
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