This is a second Six Sentence Story for the prompt forge. It’s part of a crossover featuring my character, the despicable Dropped Apostrophe, and The Wakefield Doctrine’s exotic dancer, Rue DeNite.
The next part here (The Wakefield Doctrine)
And the part before this one is here (The Wakefield Doctrine)
The Dropped Apostrophe forged through the dark and now open door to the vault room with eager anticipation, eyes wide open and mouth watering as he could feel the banknotes in his grasp in his mind’s eye, causing Rue DeNite to quickly step back out of the way of his hulking shadowy figure.
“Mind where you’re going, Dropsy,” Rue shouted, louder than she anticipated, “you almost knocked me for a burden back through the window there.”
Without a word, the Apostrophe scanned the layout of the room, his eyes adjusting quickly to the environment thanks to the dim light that entered from the street lights outside; he made a quick mental note of the lights and removed a large portrait of a man and a horse from the wall to the left, revealing the rotary combination lock to the safe and ultimately the reason for him being there in the first place.
He quickly attached a wire to a socket in his ear protectors, which had hung around his neck, and then attached a magnetic stethoscope to the other end before placing it just above the lock on the safe door; he removed a few other items from his trouser pocket: a couple of The Lady’s expandable heist bags (which he shook three times before throwing them to the ground as they enlarged themselves in a fashion similar to a pop up tent) and a handful of Bubblegum’s Stunning Sweets (which he threw in Rue’s direction, feeling the air pulse as they began to explode)… he quickly glanced over his shoulder to see Rue elegantly drop to the floor as the popping candy took effect.
Deftly, the Apostrophe listened through his headphones to the clicks of the combination and opened the safe door… inside, the shelves were rammed full of bundles of money, which, with his nimble fingers, he quickly emptied and stuffed inside the now fully expanded holdalls; he took a couple of notes out and looked back toward Rue.
He leant over her motionless figure as she lay on her back, looking up at him, and grinned as he said, “Thanks for your help, love… I’ll give you sixty for your troubles… the sweet’s effects will wear off in about five minutes, by which time I’ll be long gone…”; he placed a fifty and a ten gently down her ample cleavage, smiled broadly, grabbed the holdalls, turned toward the door, and continued “it seems I didn’t need to tie you up after all…”, he left the room just as the lights in the building came back on, and the window security alarms began to sound.
So, whatever next? This is the end of my part of the crossover (for now… the Dropped Apostrophe (and possibly Rue DeNite) will be back later in the year with a new series of The Co-ordination of Supervillains. Clark, from the Wakefield Doctrine, may have a final part to help get Rue out of her current predicament, but that remains to be seen! I’ll link to it here if another part follows.
Would you like to leave a comment?