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Gables > Make Sure You're Not on an X
By Gables
Miss
Parker was surprised when the phone rang. <It’s too early. It can’t be him,> she thought. Her eyes automatically looked
at the clock. 10:10. <Oh he’s got some nerve.> She amended her previous
thought and decided it was Jarod on the phone after transcribing the time into
roman numerals.
“What?”
“How
are you Miss Parker?” Jarod’s voice had the usual playful tone.
“Out
another outfit thanks to your immature stunts.”
“Immature?
Those took a lot of planning!”
“Immature
is still childish no matter how much planning it took.”
Jarod’s
voice turned to mock sadness. “But Miss Parker, I never had a childhood.”
“Well,
next time you feel like being childish, leave me out of it! I already had a
childhood.”
Jarod
laughed. “I make no promises, just make sure that you’re not on an X.” With
that warning, he hung up.
Miss
Parker threw the phone on the bed and took another sip of her drink. She took
one last look at her latest ruined power suit.
“Inconsiderate
bastard.”
~~~~~
One
week later
Miss
Parker and Broots approached Jarod’s most recent lair. She opened the door and
looked in. It was pitch black.
“Broots!
Go in and find the light.” She gave him a small push.
“But
uh, ok Miss Parker.” He stumbled inside and looked back at her worriedly. He
knew that Jarod had been playing the trickster recently and did not want to be
in the way.
“And
Broots!”
Her
threatening voice startled him even more.
He jumped around to face her. A hand grazed a vase sitting precariously
close to the edge of a table. It fell to the floor and shattered. He looked
down at it and heard the rest of Miss Parker’s orders.
“Don’t
touch anything! Moron!” She added, hearing the crash. A beat passed as he looked
up at her, scared of both her reaction and of the threat of booby traps
curiosity of Jarod.
“What’s
that Broots? What’s happening?”
The
techie looked down and then back to her. “It’s smoke.”
“Smoke?”
From the light of the hallway, she could see the plume rising. “Is anything on
fire?”
“Nnn
No, Just smoke.” He mumbled, taking a moment to look nervously around the room
once more
Miss
Parker heard a small sputter. As she looked up to see the source; the source, a
fire alarm sprinkler, began to rain down on her. Almost instantly, she was
doused in stale pipe water. Miss Parker was too shocked to move. She slowly
pushed some drenched clumps of hair off her face.
Broots,
standing inside the apartment, and totally dry, tried to stifled the laugh that
had replaced his fear, “It uh, it looks like that’s the only sprinkler
working.”
Miss
Parker, despite the repercussions to her sanity, looked down. The pattern on
the carpet was hideously busy, but she could make out an ‘X’ that Jarod had
subtly darkened.
“JAROD!”
She yelled.
A
tall lanky man ran into the hallway. When he saw Miss Parker standing under the
interior rainstorm, he stopped short and grabbed the wall to support himself.
When
she heard another voice laughing at her, Miss Parker yelled at it, “Why the
HELL is this the *only* sprinkler that works?”
The
manager composed himself and stepped closer, but was careful to remain out of
range of the falling water.
“Um,
I’d guess Jarod did something. He is a plumber after all.”
Miss
Parker glared once more into the apartment. “Then I’m going to ring his neck.”
She
finally stepped off of the ‘X’ and out of the shower. Running a hand down each
arm and through her hair, she squeezed out as much water as she could. As she
passes the manager, she placed a wet hand on his chest shoving him against the
wall, “If I ever hear you laughing again, you’ll wish that that wasn’t the only
sprinkler that worked.”
Miss
Parker gave him one final shove and walked down the hall with as much dignity
as she could in wet heels that squeaked with each step. In her car awaited a
clean (and dry suit) – a new necessity for chasing Jarod.