Mystery Afoot
A fictional serial of institutional intrigue
Meredith Nelson and Sean Nanny, Staff Writers
Last time, our heroes discovered that Nona Charleston had been kidnapped and held for ransom. Sean came up with a plan to get her back...
Sean:
Meredith trailed me as I sprinted towards Collins Hall.
We passed the fountain and ran into the main foyer. After navigating the labyrinthine hallways, we arrived in a vaulted room with a large golden statue of Captain ‘Cane.
Doubled over and gasping for breath, I looked at Meredith and gestured towards the statue.
“I forgot what it is,” I said.
Meredith rolled her eyes and stood before the statue.
“Cockroach Cluster,” she muttered.
Suddenly the statue sprang to life, leaping aside to reveal two large, rough-hewn doors, each with one large iron letter: “S” and “U.”
I, being a gentleman, allowed Meredith to enter first.
As we entered, a large, imposing figure demanded, “How DARE you disturb the Great and Powerful STEADMAN UPHAM!”
Meredith rolled her eyes for the second time.
“Can it, Stead. Get out here,” she said.
The large-framed, often- seen figure all of a sudden went limp, as if its power supply had been cut off, and a small Vietnamese man emerged from behind a curtain.
“Alright, what is it, then?” he asked.
I took this opportunity to pipe in.
“We know about Cecil. We know he was killed. We know it was covered up. We know everything and we want you to help us make it right. Nona Charleston has been taken hostage. By Richard Nixon. I shot at him,” I finished proudly.
“Nona?” shrieked Steadman, “But we NEED nationally competitive scholarship winners to go up in the rankings! WE MUST GO UP IN THE RANKINGS! I CAN ONLY PLANT SO MANY TREES AND BUILD SO MANY FOUNTAINS!”
Steadman was slipping into hysterics, so I attempted to ride this emotion in order to save Nona in style.
“Exactly!” I screamed, grabbing him by the shoulders, “which is why you MUST give us complete authority to get Nona back! You have to let us do whatever it takes! I’m talking COMPLETE carte-blanche, Upsy, complete.”
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Meredith and I sat in the Caf (our agreed hostage exchange location), wearing our night-vision goggles and cradling our AK-47s.
As we were running through final checks to make sure the tranquilizer snipers were all in position, we heard the hiss of the radio.
“Eagle One, we have a visual. Nixon is walking toward you.”
Meredith and I looked at each other, nodded, and prepared ourself as we heard the sound of footsteps.
To be continued...
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