Chip and Dale's Rescue Rangers

"Sisters" part six.

Written by Aivars Liepa

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              XIV. Mousetrap.

       Desiree regain counstiosness, when get heavily dropped to
ground. "Damn, why i get so drunk... Head blows up from
katzenjammer..."
       "Earl, remain there..." she whispered...
       Then she remembered. O, God! Earl was gone. And then the
rats...
       "Our Sleeping Beauty is waking up," she hear jerking voice.
       "Stand up! Patron wants to speak with you, and soon!"
       Desiree opened eyes and closed again. Light caused new wave of
pain.
       When she opened them second time, world stop whirling, and she
can even sit. But she feel like sitting on strawberry jelly.
       "Now, you are decided - to die, or to wake-up?" again stated
voice from behind.
       Other attacker was before her - ugly looking rat into jean
shorts and chesscoloured shirt. Both not first-fresh. Fresh scar on
his right cheek don't help his attitude as well.
       "But how... I... My plane..."
       "Fly to Tundra bay," rat ended for her. "Only good thing is,
Kalle gets his money back. But he will be still disappointed."
       "But..." Desiree doubted.
       "Patron always know all about his employees. Even about some
losers like your group," into her eyesight stepped second assaulter.
He grin evilly, showing his yellow teeths. He wear sailor-type shirt
and long jeans, and too had signs of heavy fighting.
       "But i... Yes, i agreed to lift that beaver-food from museum,
but that's all!" Desiree shouted, into shock looking at grinning rats.
       "Its not a France, mis," scared one showed teeths.
       "Anyone who works into patrons territory, automatically becomes
member of his gang," other added.
       "Yes. Kid get a right order here, into this sleeping place. And
we choosed to start with your gang. Or, better say, what remained from
it after war with rivals." And both rats grin again.
       Desiree opened her mouth to object, to shout something in
anger, but then thinked a little over and closed it. These rats was so
sure about their strength and rights. But they was misinformed. This
city was under that fat parody of feline, who lived at roof of cat
food factory. There was some rival gangs, but noone even thinked about
throwing Fat Cat over.
       If only Earl was with her... Or better Monty...

       "So you get her anyway?"
       Desiree turned head toward new voice, and immediately winced
from head-aches. There was third rat... with Earl...
       "Earl!" she jumped to feets. Only to be thrown back down by
heavy blow under breasts.
       "Get away your dirty claws!" Desiree hissed and try kick
closest rat on knee. Unfortunately, 'Scar' avoided it, but 'Sailor'
catched her hands from behind, pinning her against cushion.
       "Cowards!" Desiree hissed.
       "Fil, come faster!"
       "Im coming, im coming... Nothing you can do without me, poor
Fil. Even girls you cant catch without me..."
       Desiree drop only one eyesight at entering rat and immediately
start regret her protesting.
       "Fil... Filomeness the Player?"
       "O, how beautiful! Young lady knows me?" Fil smiled.
       Desiree bit in her tongue. Suddenly into her throat appear a
hard chow, she cant swallow. This foolish smile, this crying colored
dress... And under them - the maniacal killer... One of the gang world
legends...
       "Fil, check this lady, while im busy with dog-food," third rat
ordered, dragging Earl near Desiree.
       Desiree looked at him more carefully. Dressed into black suit,
more cleaner that others, even with white gloves, he was like a white
sparrow in gang of gray ones. And for sure he was leader here...
       "Hold her closed, Billy," Fil grinned, cracking fingers.
       Desiree shivered, when rat's hands start checking her. They
found all her arsenal. Sharp hair-needle. Knife at leg inside. Gun
into hand-bag.
       "Weak creature was well armed," Fil grinned, placing his loot
on paper piece.
       "You sure, it's all?" Bill gulped.
       "I newer made mistakes. You had enough time to learn this," Fil
said with could voice.
       Force, holding her hands, disappear, and Desiree start breath
more freely. Into same time she tried to panically seek any way to
escape.
       But at moment she cant do anything - one against four. And
still there was "Patron" and "Kidd" somewhere near. Nothing she can
do. Even, that Filomeness haven't found all inventory, she possessed.
       "Maybe now you will say, what you want from me?" she whispered,
massaging her neck.
       "You don't explain to her the current situation, do you?" the
leader grinned.
       "I only started, Johnny... Uu, snake-woman!" 'Scar' cursed.
"Let me work little with her, before..."
       "Patron will be unhappy," John noticed, and Pit's blood-thirst
noticeable reduced.
       "Okey, i can wait. But you owe me, snake,"
       And Pit lumped away.

       Suddenly Desiree hear over her head lour roar, and all room
start shackle.
       "We are into car?" she asked.
       John nodded, continuing to bind Earl's head.
       "And here we will travel?"
       "To patron. But now come help me with your boss. He really get
some trouble from that pair of terriers, before i get him out." John
grinned.
       Desiree relax inside. Her scheme still worked. Now Earl was her
hope. He was near, and still her boss. And noone knows about their
right places in gang. If only he will stay silent...
       She leaned over to her boss. Earl was in bad shape. Shirt
stripped and covered with blood. Right hand and shoulder covered with
bands, John make, another band was around his waist. Traces of blood
on forehead and cheeks. Suddenly his eyes open.
       "It's you, Des... I even don't hope more..." his tongue limped.
       "You will be okay."
       Desiree sit near Earl and hold his hand into her, with one ear
catching pieces of conversation between rats.
       When John get away for a second, Earl again opened his eyes.
       "I'm not as bad hurt as i look, Des," he said silently. "I
don't trust them."
       "I too. But now we cant do anything with it.. Later...
later..." Desiree whispered back, catching each louder said phrase
from gangsters.
       They was newcomers into this city, as they had wrong
information about forces here. But they was well organized, and only
forpost of much bigger band. Desiree now know, that this force is to
test resistance of natives.
       And always there was easy rule, known for a thirty centuries at
least - part and rule. Use 'natives' against each other, till they
weaken each other, and then destroy. And place is free for you... She
himself considered like-vise scenario, when arrived there first time,
but give up. Too much bothering for little reward. Obviously, these
guys thinked differently.

       "And so, mis de Lury? You can choose - with us, or we will see,
how good you can swim with your feets in cement bowl," said shadow on
wall.
       "I'm with you. May there be any doubts about it?" Desiree
smiled sadly.
       "Don't hope, that later you can catch moment and run away.
Sooner or later you get caught, and then you will swim into acid."
       "O, how you can think so badly about me, mister Kidd?" Desiree
broader her smile.
       Now see-point shifted, and we can see the Kidd sitting at big
table. He relaxed and massaged his small black moustache.
       "Good. Then this will be your first order. Gather, what remains
from your old gang, and bring them here. Your boss for a moment will
remain here, he anyway need serial medical treatment," Kidd lighted
cigar.
       "And more. I also want all info, you know about your rivals -
the Rangers? - those, who beat you at airport. All info. Address.
Names. All. Understand?"
       "Yes. I will summarize it to tomorrow." Desiree bowed.
       "You free."
       Kidd turned to window and puff out a patch of smoke.

       "Get Rangers stuck in you throat," Desiree grinned by himself,
leaving empty, by human minds, number of hotel room.
       Sure, there was 'tail' after her, but that don't bother old
thief. Let him run, if have nothing suspecting to do...

              XV. Decision.

       Jack make sad face.
       Pain live into his side, shoulder, arm. Hell, it was into all
his body. He start stretchen.
       "Damn... Im gonna die, so bad i feel newer... Auch!"
       With heavy thud mister Monterey found himself on floor.
       "YAUU!!!" he make wild yell. "Cant carry me to bed at least?!"
       As response there was burst of laugh. Both chipmunks twisted
into nine knots from laughing.
       "And these is friends... So do with old gentleman," Jack slowly
straightened his painful body.
       "O, Jack! If only you can see himself! I cant more!" Dale
shaked in laugh.
       "Chip. Dale!" Gadget said into could voice, entering with glass
with orange liquid into it. "Here, Jack. Drink, you get feel better."
       "Thanks, dear. You're only one that understand me here," Jack
slowly sit at soft chair and gulp half glass of orange juice at once.
       "Yes, you make overboard with these spagetti with cheese, Jack"
Chip smiling said, sitting down at another chair.
       "Dont mention cheese!" Jack's face twisted in pain. "Okey, what
on dinner?"
       "Dinner? It's breakfast time now, Jack! You sleep for a near
full day and night," Chip grin.
       "Yes. And it's Gadget's time to cook," Dale sighted, wisely
choosing his place at other side of Chip, so cutting him off from
Gadget. Chip noticed it too late, gritted teeths but stay calm.
       "If you dont like, cook himself!" angry Gadget look out of
kitchen for a second. "Anyway, soon you will be forced to do that
himself!"
       Door slammed shut.
       "Gadget, luv! I dont say, i dont like your coo... What?! What
you do mean with that "soon"? Gadget? You don't quit, do you?" Jack
immediately lost any interest to juice and breakfast.
       "No," both chipmunks sighted.
       "Gadget get know, that she have rights to property in England.
>From her grandma," Dale said.
       "She need travel to England, to get her rights," Chip added.
       "And what's wrong with that?"
       "She will be rich," Dale sight.
       "I dont understand well today. What's wrong with being rich?"
       Dale sight.
       "Nothing, if you dont forget about your poor friends and start
make new, rich ones..."
       "By gods sake, Dale! Chip!" Jack faced serious painful grimaces
from fast jumping on feets. "Do you dont know Gadget? She will be
back! Sooner as you will imagine!"
       "Yes, but..."
       "I dont want to listen any more 'But...' today! When she get
rich?"
       "Half a year ago..." Chip answered.
       "No, when she get know that?"
       "Ah... Yesterday morning, while you was out cold. There was one
young mice reporter, Syril, i think, and they talked half day inside
Gadget's bedrom."
       "Yes, she also asked, who made that strange sounds here," Dale
grin.
       Jack's face twisted as into tooth-pain.

       Gadget's preparation, in spite of Dale's pessimism, was wery
tasteful. Even Jack remain satisfied, and his mood changed to much
better one.
       After removing dishes to kitchen, Gadget sit at company.
       "Now we need to choose, what to do, while our little milady
made her trip to family reunion," Jack said in preachers voice.
       Gadget blushed.
       "Dont worry, dear. I well know, that this case may be longer
and harder, that you imagine. Nor you, nor your father don't know
about his parents and their family. You dont have any papers, that you
are the girl, they look for, that confirm your relations..." Monterey
continued.
       "Monty..." Gadget try weakly.
       "Stop raise fear, Jack!" Chip ordered strongly.
       "Maybe we all can travel with you, Gadget?" Dale smiled and
winked to her. "I mean, get a free week or two and..."
       "Even full month wasn't over from our last free weeks!" Chip
cut it off sharply.
       "Calm down, friend, make a life! City is calm and quiet. And
what's wrong, if we again travel to London? Last time we dont get
enough time to look at it closer," Dale pulled himself
       "Being objective, Chip is right," Monterey stated slowly,
playing with his moustashe. "We have had full month free in the three
last ones, counting together..."
       "Stop it, Monty! You now say, that you don't like relax, make
you-ride and completely forget that de Lury!.. Ow!"
       Chip had stomped on Dale's feet, but too last.
       "Dale!" Gadget shout together with Chip. Dale, shocked, close
his mouth and start peer on table.
       "Calm down, friends," Jack sighted. "Dale is right. I need
forget her. This time - forever. As sooner, as better. And good travel
is the best way to do that."
       Dale stop look down. Looks, this time he too get out with dry
skin.
       "Chip, you minority," he even risked grin.
       Chip glared at him, but said nothing. Instead he turned at
Gadget.
       "What you think, dear?" he asked.
       "I really will like, if you all be together with me. And Syril
too will be happy."
       "Syril?" chipmunks asked.
       "Yes. She said, she will travel with us, and in way write few
stories about our group and our deeds."
       "Hear, Chip?" Dale elbowed friend.
       "Stop it."
       "As i remember, into Cairo you was her hero," Dale smiled. "And
she dont have ring on finger. I looked."
       "I said - stop it!" Chip hissed.
       "Talking about rings," Jack pressed his moustashe, pretending
to look at Zipper, not at Dale. "As I remember, that time into Cairo
Dale too was cool - with that Pharaon's ring stuck on him."
       "Ha!" Dale pull up his red nose, while Chip and Gadget start
laughing.
       "Ring-Dale!" Chip squeaked into tiny-tiny voice, calling new
burst of laugh.
       "And not at all is funny!" Dale turn back af friend.
       "Boys," Gadget suppressed laugh outburst. "Boys, we haven't
choosed anything, but you already start squeaking and fighting."
       "Sure, we will travel all. Someone need to guard the new
millionaire," Jack made the end of discussion, standing up from chair.
       Chip sighted and pulled up hands teatrically. Dale grin.
       "Okey, guys. I go to start packing, but you - make the last
trip to Spinelli's office, by chance." Gadget said and leave upstairs
to her room.
       "You hear, Dale? Come!" Chip pulled away from table. He get his
jacket and hat from wardrobe. Dale simply brushed his shirt cleaner
and follow friend.
       "Right. Maybe Spinelli will place fresh cheese into mousetrap?
But these cheese-creckers too wasn't bad ones..."
       "Monty!" both chipmunks yelled from outdoors.
       "Im coming, coming..."
       Door after Monterey closed, and there again was only silence.