Chapter 1 lives here.
...footsteps came up behind Pablo, tapping lightly on the marble floor and sending chills down his otherwise emotionless neck. Had one of the hostages got brave and come to be the hero? Pablo knew, deep down, that he should have said the words, "No-one needs to be a hero today," when he entered the bank, but he'd missed his opportunity and now there was a good chance someone was doing just that. Or, of course, there was always the possibility Jessica Fletcher from Murder, She Wrote had arrived at the scene. Maybe this was all an elaborate, but not so elaborate that the viewers at home couldn't figure it out, sting operation to trick Pablo into revealing that he was the real criminal and get Jessica's close family friend out of prison. He was screwed if that was the case. He turned around,
"Missus Fletcher?" he asked, again with the thick Spanish accent that you'll totally know he had if you read Chapter 1. Go and read Chapter 1. The link is right at the top of this page.
Fortunately for Pablo Miss Fletcher was not standing behind him, ready to mess his whole plan up. Nor were there any meddling kids or a father and son, doctor/ cop partnership. He was free as far as popular 80's vigilante crime solving was concerned. There was, however, a very small child. This child was so small that Pablo almost didn't see her when he first looked, but he soon noticed her when she did what she did next.
A huge flash of light filled up the entire safe Pablo and his henchmen were busy in. It was like someone had taken a photograph in a nightclub with a massive flash bulb on and blinded everyone else. When the light died down and everyone's eyes returned to normal, a fevered chatter became audible from the hostages. They gradually rose to their feet and walked over as one to where just moments earlier the men who were about to steal their life savings had been thieving. Their bags were still there, half full of notes, but the men who had been stuffing them were not. Nor was the child.
"Where did those men go?" asked a hostage, who I guess isn't a hostage anymore. I'm going to have to start referring to them as individuals, aren't I? That sounds like effort so let's just call him NUMBER 1.
"I don't know, NUMBER 1," said another... person... "but did you see that child? The light; it came from her eyes!" A hush descended. This was weird and unusual. Some might call it a major plot point, and those people would be damn right.
Later on in the police department. (Insert old fashioned Batman music here.)
"Sir, something incredible has happened!" gasped an unnamed policeman, running in through the doors of his captain's office.
"What is it, boy?" replied his boss, in a strong New York accent like the sort you might expect from a man selling pizza in a decade that won't be referenced here in case it is the wrong one. What was a New York cop doing in Mexico, you ask? Solving crimes, that's what! The young officer proceeded to explain everything that had happened in the bank earlier that day. His captain was astonished, but not so astonished that he lost his essence of effortless cool that he'd picked up from every CSI episode he'd ever seen. This was a case the like of which he'd never encountered before. A child doing something supernatural to make some stereotypical bank robbers disappear, why, if he solved this his wife might learn to love him again.
"I'll do it!" he shouted. It was his job; of course he would do it, but he liked to think he had a choice.
Would he be successful? Could he solved the mystery of the stuff that went down in that place? All will be revealed, tomorrow, sometime!
