Can't Get That Song Outta My Head - Part 7

[ButchyBoy]

"All right King, let's go over it one more time!" Harry was with Frank King in Electra Storm's private dressing room in the arena. Both men had spent the last hour combing the room over, looking for any clues as to where Cricket/Missy could have vanished to. The search so far, had turned up very little. And Harry was becoming more frustrated with each passing moment.

"You're positive it was Electra Storm you talked to telling Cricket to see her here?" King was getting just as frustrated as Harry in giving the answer.

"For the 10th time Lang, yes! It was her, no question" he said.

"Exactly what did she say.....word for word?" Harry asked. King stood and thought a moment. Then he retold what he heard.

"I said hello, and she said, 'Tell the little girl detective that Electra Storm wants to see her in my room yesterday. I have some details to go over with her about tomorrow. And tell her I want to see her now!' And she hung up and I gave the message to your partner."

"And that's.....exactly what she said?" Harry asked, eyeing King who was now getting even more flustered.

"Yes, that's exactly what she saide, why?"

"Just this. Does your client always refer to herself in the thrid person?"

King sighed. "Yeah. It's more than a bit annoying, but I've gotten used to it."

"Funny how she choose just that moment to stop, don't ya think?" Harry observed.

King was pondering that question when Simon Crawson entered.

"Hey Frankie, we putting on a show or not here?" he asked, looking very impatient.

"Yeah, I'll be right out Simon" King answered. Crawson didn't seem to be in a waiting mood, however.

"Well, lets hurry along sunshine. Simon baby's time is far too valuable to be just standing around all day." Harry was getting more than a little fed up with the characters he found himself surrounded with, but Cricket was still missing. He kept his cover as Derrick Waverider...for the moment.

"Ah, has Simon baby by any chance seen my assistant?" Harry asked.

"Oh, the cute little shelia?" Crawson answered. "No, I've haven't seen her since she toddled off. She been missing long?" Harry gave a sly smile and faced Simon.

"I never said she was missing. I just asked if you've seen her." Simon, being just a head taller than Harry, just looked down and smirked.

"No, I haven't seen her. Now if you'll excuse me. I've got a show to put on, and money to make." And he walked out in a bit of a rush. Harry moved him to the top of the suspect list, and decided he beared very careful watching. King started to make his way out when he turned to face Harry.

"I'm sorry she is missing Mr. Lang, beliveve me." His voice was very subdued. "I hope she turns up ok. But right now, I'm very worried. And not just for...Electra. But for all of us."

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.

"Let's just say the sooner tomorrow night is over with.....the better." And with that, he turned and walked out. And Harry was no closer to finding Cricket than he was an hour ago.

Meanwhile, the lady in question was still hidden away in the belly of the service droid carrying suppiles to the arena for tomorrow's show. It was a bit cramped, and stuffy inside, but she was able to compensate the heat with her own internal cooling system. And she could see and hear everyting. That became an advantage when, while looking for Harry, she spotted Bobbie Maxwell and Mark Davis having a rather heated conversation.

"For the last time Bobbie, I swear I had nothing to do with what happened to Erin today!"

"And what about last night?"

"All right! Yes, I talked to her! That's not a crime!"

"What about Mark? After all this time together on the road, barely speaking two words to her, insulting her, the stupid pranks, after all that what could you possibly have to say to her for more than five minutes??"

"Well if you must know....." His voice suddenly softened. "If you must know, I was apologizing to her." Bobbie just rooled her eyes but Mark assured her, "No, no, its true. I admit it. She's much better than me. She can dance circles around me and it's not because she copying other dancers. I knew she's been coming up with really good routines on her own, and I just got real jelous. But I need this gig. This is my last chance, I'm pushing 40 for God's sake. So last night, I decided to bury the hatchett, and hoped Erin would forgive me and help work with me so I could stay on. Don't you understand Bobbie? I NEED this gig! Getting rid of Erin..of Electra.....It would ruin me. "

Cricket was taking all of this in when Bobbie and Mark suddenly looked over to the service droid that just seemed to be sitting there. The android got the the controls and zipped off before they could suspect something. Cricket made her way through the arena still looking for Harry, when she spied Simon Crawson talking on his phone. She slowed the service droid once more, keeping a safer distance this time, and kept very quiet to hear him.

"What do you mean you didn't actually see her get ripped apart??....Well I don't care where you had to be!.....Is that meddling robot gone or not??"

Cricket gasped when she realized he must be talking about her.

"Somehow got away????!!!!!......Oh that's just bloody perfect!!!!!.....No, don't do ANYTHING else!!!!....I'll take care of this myself.......Yeah, tomorrow night at the show.....Tell the Chairman they'll all be going out with a bang!!!" And with that, Simon slapped his phone closed. He too though he saw a bulky service droid just sitting off in the distance, but when he turned to look again, there was nothing there. Cricket had raced off. Now she just HAD to find Harry.....if they hadn't already gotton to him.

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Next: More of Part 7 and a special suprise treat from an FC regular.

[kb7rky]

Who will the lucky FC Regular be?

Stay tuned , kids!

Same Cricket-time!

Same Cricket-channel!



Doug (DEFINITELY showing his age...)

[DollSpace]

And the suspense begins to build (not like it wasn't building already, but, you know...)

Great work again!

Ryn