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[Prolouge]
The mind-control bra script, originally scheduled for the second season of Police Blue, got pushed back. And back. It was finally nailed down to play in the eighth season. By that time, wetware was all the rage in the media. It was the perfect time to capitalize on that event by having that script played out now. Mr Big was going to have another run-in with Amber, and he wasn't going to like it!
[Show introduction - Theme music plays.
A fast-paced action sequence of the two main characters, Lynnae and June.
Running, jumping, dodging, shooting, and rolling, showing off their physical
prowess while their breasts bounce underneath their police shirts. Gawking
criminals, mesmerized by these antics, are easily subdued and handcuffed.
The duo then stood back-to-back and went into silhouette, showing their
ample shapes. Cue in show and episode title.]
1
Mr Big was beside himself with joy. His latest lecherous plot had come to fruition. Going over a schematic before him, Big could only thank his lucky stars. Wetware, the new technology of implanting microcircuitry into human bodies, had gone into limited usage. Big was certain that after a few more years the general public would have access to wetware, but enough women had the stuff implanted now to make his new caper viable. Of course, there were bound to be some bugs in the current generation of 'ware, and Big knew about one particular bug. A bug that he could exploit fully. Yes, he thought, this little oversight is going to cost New Darwin a jarful of pretty pennies. I'll be the one to get those pennies. He laughed hard, and, as usual, that laughing ended in coughing and hacking. He turned off the schematic he was viewing. He'd have plenty of time to see it later.
The first shift arrived. Among them were Lynnae Wilcox and Amber MacRoy.
Normally the women dressed hurriedly. Lt Larry Harkin (The Lecher) was
still trying after all these years to get 'the' shot of Lynnae, and now
Amber, in the buff. However, thanks to Amber's boyfriend Bert, that was
no longer a possibility. Bert was a giant of a man, standing an even 2.2
meters tall, half again Amber's height of 1.42 meters. Bert made it a point
to stand outside the women's locker room each weekday morning before first
shift started (about 7 am). If Larry wasn't put off by Amber's incredible
strength before, he found her boyfriend an absolute terror. All Bert had
to do was look at Larry, making the Lecher scamper away in fear.
The other female officers appreciated Bert's service, giving him donuts
and coffee for his effort. Amber gave her beau an appreciative kiss instead.
Due to the height difference Bert had to get on one knee so Amber could
plant a kiss on his forehead. Lynnae originally found this amusing, likening
it to some fair maiden kissing her virtuous knight. But in time Lynnae
accepted it as just the way that particular couple displayed affection.
Then Lynnae saw an interesting sight. Amber had
a new lacy-white bra to complement her equally frilly panties. Never the
one to miss something, Lynnae had to talk. "Amber, forgive me for being
so blunt, but I can't help notice that new bra of yours."
Amber saw the avarice in Lynnae's eyes. "Well, thank
my mountain of a man Bert. This is a very early Christmas gift."
Amber tugged on one of her bra straps. "Even with all the busty women around
thanks to nanites, it's hard to find a bra that's made for my size. I sorta,
kinda, hinted that I would appreciate a new bra."
"I hope you did something nice for him in return,
other than letting him see you wear that bra," Lynnae said in a playful
tone.
Amber raised her hands in defense. "He already saw
me in my underwear five months ago, during my undercover stint at the Lydia
Burbank Preparatory School. I got Bert a new pair of shoes and socks."
"You better," Lyn said as she tasked Amber with
a finger. "I don't want you to become a 'boyfriend for each weekend' June."
"I promise," Amber replied. The little cop got as
far as putting her shirt on when she spoke again. "Lyn, my 'ware has been
picking up a sound for the last five minutes. It thinks it's breathing,
and it's not from a woman."
Lyn had also put on her shirt. She consulted her
'ware. "You're right. My ware places the source of that breathing... right
there." Lynnae pointed to the offending locker.
Opening the locker, Lynnae and Amber found one Lt
Larry Harkin (The Lecher) wedged inside. He looked a little put-out. "Well,
Lecher, got anything to say for yourself?" Both female cops were cracking
their knuckles.
With an effort, Larry spoke. "Yes. Don't drink anything
if you expect to stay in a locker overnight."
The two female cops looked closer at Larry. They
noticed that the front of his trousers were stained. "GROSS!" The duo yelled
in sync, punching Larry full in the face and putting him out of his misery.
2
Outback's calendar is only 11 days longer than Earth's. Those extra
days are placed between June and July, making a planet-wide vacation period.
That fact aside, Outback used Earth's calendar and holidays, including
Christmas. It doesn't snow in New Darwin during the winter: it receives
cold rains instead. However, the rains didn't dampen the Christmas spirit.
Lynnae and June were currently on foot patrol in
one of New Darwin's pedestrian malls. They admired the Christmas displays
in the shop-fronts and light posts bedecked in Christmas red and green.
The mall Santa was there, surrounded by children waiting their turn to
tell him what they wanted for Christmas.
Of course, it wouldn't be Christmas if the gang known as Civil Disturbance
101 (CD for short) didn't make an appearance. The CD-ers were a group of
middle-aged men determined to live out their juvenile fantasies of disorder
and vandalism, acts that they never had the courage to do when they where
in school. Lynnae and June weren't disappointed this time. The CD-ers showed
up, getting in front of the line to Santa. One particularly heavy CD-er
got on Santa's lap, making the poor man lose his breath.
Lyn called on her collar com for backup as she and June jaunted over
to Santa's aid. The CD-ers saw the cops coming. The over-aged delinquents
ran.
The fat CD-er was unable to keep up and was easily felled by June. "So,
fatboy, I guess you'll get coal for Christmas. Too bad you'll be in jail
well after New Year's."
June, how's the guy supposed to talk if your
breasts are in his face? Lynnae replied with her 'ware. June then saw
what Lyn was talking about. The fat CD-er's face was planted between June's
basketball-sized lungs. She was wearing a heavy police jacket, but that
didn't prevent her large orbs from making themselves known.
"Enjoy the view, you fat lecher. That's the only
gift you'll get this year." June got up and handcuffed the man, reading
his rights in the process. The backup arrived and took the CD-er away.
That arrest alone would've made an interesting day,
but the day wasn't over yet. Fifteen minutes later the duo were passing
a lingerie store when the owner came out, her face wrapped in concern.
"Officers, I need your help. I have a customer that's acting quite irrationally.
She won't leave and is turning violent. I was about to call mall security
but I saw you instead."
"We'll see what we can do, ma'am," Lynnae said.
Then, with her 'ware, Lynnae spoke to June. Looks like another case
of Mall Madness. I'll do the talking.
Fine by me, partner, June replied. The store
owner guided the two cops to the brassiere section. There, on the floor,
was a woman tearing through boxes.
"I must have another one!" the obviously obsessed
woman said. "There has to be another Bountiful Bra here!"
"Bountiful Bra?" Lynnae said.
"It's a bra that came out five weeks ago," the store
owner explained. "It's the most popular and sold-out bra in all the stores.
I was attempting to explain that fact to the woman here, but she got agitated.
She believes there's one in this store. I've been sold out since this morning."
"Lie!" the woman said, her eyes looking possessed.
"There is another Bountiful available � and you're wearing it!" And the
woman jumped up and attempted to rip open the owner's blouse. June stopped
the possessed woman, but her grip was tenuous.
Anytime you care to join, Lyn, June said.
Lynnae helped her partner, finally subduing the woman with a light stun.
They cuffed the woman and turned to the store owner. "Ma'am, do you want
to press charges?" Lynnae said.
"No. It appears that this woman is experiencing
some stress. When she regains her senses I don't want the charge of attempted
assault on her record." The owner said, adjusting her blouse while she
spoke.
The woman came round and June undid the handcuffs. Oddly enough the
woman didn't remember what had just happened. After a lengthy talk the
cops let the woman go home with a warning. Lynnae thought about the incident
as she and June finished their shift and returned to Central Station.
3
In a nondescript house somewhere in New Darwin, Big was laughing. "Albert,
get me a drink. This calls for a celebration!"
Albert, Big's assistant, brought in a bottle of
suitably-aged wine and a pair of glasses. "Yes, Big. This is a cause for
celebration. The magic number of 500 has been reached." Albert poured out
the wine, and both men drank a silent toast.
"Yes! Throughout time Man has made incredible advancements.
If those advancements happened to help my never-ending quest of crime....
well, them's the breaks!" Big laughed, coughed and hacked. "Wetware is
the realization of a dream. A dream of women obeying my every command!
Yes! A little flaw in wetware has rendered a 'ware equipped woman susceptible
to mind control. With my own brand of mind-control bras on the market its
only a matter of time before all 'ware-equipped women pick one up!" Big
took another sip of wine. "With 500 women so controlled I can now have
some fun. Okay, no more odd behavior for a few women. Let's get our girls
obsessed with their bodies!"
"You are great and terrible, oh master! There's
no end to your evil!" Albert bowed. "I'll enter the appropriate commands
into the mind-control program." Albert left to do his duty, leaving Big
to contemplate the future.
Lynnae and June were back on foot patrol in the same mall. Last week's
arrest was still in mind when the lingerie store owner came out of her
store to greet the cops.
"Officers, I'm Sally Duncan, the owner of the lingerie
store. I didn't have the chance to thank you properly for last week."
"No problem, ma'am," Lynnae replied. "That's our
job."
Duncan nodded, but had more to say. "Well, this
may be of interest to you. Many of my regular customers bought Bountiful
Bras when they came out six weeks ago. However, a handful of those customers
have bought the majority of those bras. And their behavior is becoming
quite 'obsessive'." Duncan had the cops follow her back into the store
to the Bountiful Bra display.
"Every day at least three regulars come in here
to stare at my display. Whenever a new shipment arrives they are the first
ones to know. Now something has been added. Fifteen of those women have
bought bras that are larger than they need, and they told me why." Duncan
looked a little concerned as she continued. "They said they are going to
get bigger breasts just so they can wear those bras."
"There's nothing unusual about that, Ms Duncan,"
June replied. "Some women happen to increase their busts just so they can
wear the bras they want." Speaking of which, when are you going to get
that enlargement you always wanted? June said over her 'ware to Lynnae.
Lynnae mentally stuck out her tongue in reply. When
I'm good and ready, jungle woman.
Duncan got the cops' attention. "Well, I'm concerned
because one of my regulars is a fellow officer of yours, Amber MacRoy.
She's been a regular since even before she got her chest enlarged. But
ever since she got a Bountiful she's been acting strange. Every day she
spends at least 15 minutes in the store, looking at the display or admiring
her figure in the mirror. Then she got a Bountiful that was quite a few
cup sizes larger than she needs."
Perhaps Amber is finally letting those breasts
get to her head, Lynnae thought. "Thank you for telling us, Ms Duncan.
I'll see what Miss MacRoy is up to. I certainly don't want this sort of
thing wrecking her relationship with her boyfriend."
Duncan was relieved. "Thank you, Officer. I'm glad
that Amber finally has a boyfriend. I've seen several relationships broken
up where the girl refused to enlarge her bust. Just the same I hope never
to see one break up where the girl did get an enlargement."
The two cops said their goodbyes and resumed their patrol. One Amber
MacRoy was going to get a few questions about her new bra in the next few
days.
As it happened, June bumped into Amber at the station's cafeteria. The
two friends sat down at the same table. June thought it unusual that Amber
didn't start up the conversation, as was her wont. "So, how's the scene
between you and Bert?" June ventured. Amber usually was more than eager
to share news about herself and her steady, but no reply came.
June wasn't put off so easily. "Have you two seen
that new movie, Love Under Siege?"
"No," Amber replied. "I've haven't the time for
a movie. I gotta keep in shape."
"Oh. Working out with Bert, is that it?" June said
in a conspiratorial tone. That should've made Amber defensive, but again
the little cop remained neutral. As the minutes passed by June saw that
Amber hardly ate the huge lunch she had in front of her.
"Are you going to have all of your lunch? May I
have it?" June said in jest. In surprise Amber gave her the tray and got
up.
"Go ahead, June. I wasn't all that hungry. Mustn't
let all those calories go to my waist." Amber patted her firm stomach.
She walked away, leaving June wondering just what had really happened just
now.
4
The Christmas shopping season had only 10 days left. When that happened
in a city the size of New Darwin (12 million) it created plenty of opportunities
for crime. Patrol assignments during this time were long and never boring.
By good fortune, during a shift change Lynnae and June managed to meet
face-to-face with Nadia, mutual friend and Amber's current partner.
"Strange?" Nadia said with a hand under her chin.
"Yes, she does seem a bit more 'mechanical' in her routine. Truthfully,
she's been a lot more preoccupied with her body for the last two weeks."
June nodded. "That connects to what me and Lyn found
out. And she's been using the gym every day and working out longer."
"Then there are those other reports I've heard on
the grapevine," Lynnae added. "There were four other incidents where women
practically tore through boxes looking for Bountiful Bras."
"Perhaps it's something linked to the bras?" Nadia
ventured.
Lynnae crossed her arms. "It sounds like it. The
only way to confirm it is by checking the backgrounds of those four women
� and those of the other buyers."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Lyn, but I don't see
Captain Laramie or Chief Talbert assigning a detective to check out something
like that," June said. When she saw that crooked grin on Lyn's face, June
knew what it was. "You're not thinking..."
"What the Boss don't know won't hurt him. We'll
just do some 'informal' interviewing. Plus, we can use our 'ware to make
discreet inquires."
Nadia's own smiling face showed her approval. "I
can get the ball rolling. I have more experience entering data nets than
most 'ware-equipped cops on the force. But we need Paul to join our little
detective club."
"I think Paul will help us," Lynnae said. "Until
his arm heals he's on temporary assignment in the Archives. I'm certain
that he'll enjoy a little distraction from his work."
June put on the face of an imp, playfully poking
Lyn's left breast. "Oh, are you going to use your 'ample' charms to persuade
him?"
"June, get your mind out of the gutter. No, change
that, you have to look up in order to see the gutter."
Getting out of Lyn's punching range, June threw
in one more barb. "Girl, for all intensive purposes I am
the gutter!"
The next day brought the first, and disturbing, bits of information.
Paul, like the others, was concerned by Amber's change in attitude, and
was more than eager to help. He checked the records of the women that went
bonkers in the clothing stores. They didn't have prior criminal records.
They were atypical law-abiding citizens, and all had one in thing in common.
They were among the first recipients of wetware.
Nadia, in her efforts, tried to back-track the orders
of Bountiful Bras, but in each case she ran into a dead-end. The bras had
to be coming from somewhere; the order manifests proved that much. Additionally,
Nadia had bought one of the now-scarce Bountifuls and had taken it apart.
A strange nanochip was found in one of the cups - right were the nipple
would end up. Nadia had Toby, a fellow cop and electronic genius, examine
the chip. It would be at least a day before he could actually get to work
on it.
As for June and Lynnae, they went to the stores
and 'interviewed' the owners. They got the names of the repeat buyers of
Bountifuls, especially those who exhibited the same behavior as those in
the lingerie shop frequented by Amber. Like Paul, the duo discovered that
the oddly-behaved women recently had wetware implanted. 'The plot thickens'
as Lyn often said when things got interesting.
5
The delivery truck sat outside a 23-hour donut shop. The driver was
inside, taking in his fill of bearclaws and coffee. He talked shop with
a fellow trucker, failing to notice that two black-clad figures were unloading
his truck. In place of the Bountiful Bras, Big and Albert loaded the truck
with their own subtly-altered Bountifuls. They could've done this earlier
at the factory. However, Big, like all criminals, had to prove to himself
that he still had the 'knack' to pull off a caper.
"Albert, we're in like Flynn!" Big whispered. "When
our surprise goes into action three days from now we'll be well on the
way to owning this berg!"
"Yes, Big. You'll be the most powerful man in New
Darwin. The beauty of it is that no-one will know why."
The duo finished their work, and slipped back into
the darkness.
6
It was now five days before Christmas. Thanks to Paul's subtle 'ware-work,
he and his three friends worked the relatively quiet first shift (0700-1500).
After work, the four cops and Bert assembled at the Bourke Pedestrian Mall.
Lynnae met with the mall owner and 'volunteered' herself and her friends
to work the Santa jobs. Nadia came through with costumes and June landed
the new stunners.
In the mall locker room Lynnae went over her costume
one more time. She was playing the part of Mrs Claus; to complete the role
Lyn had a small pillow underneath her red coat.
Paul was playing Santa. His right arm was still
a little tender, having only been healed after he broke it three weeks
before in a particularly rough arrest. Of course, he had to use a bigger
pillow underneath his coat to complete his costume.
Bert had the pleasure of playing the part of Barney
the Bushbear. On Outback he was a combination of Boogeyman and Grinch,
intended to scare little kids if they got out of line. Santa still gave
coal to bad little kids. If they were really bad then Barney would
leave his bone-cluttered cave, catch the offending children, and eat them.
Bert practised his bushbear growl. It sounded convincing enough, and the
few kids that heard him certainly believed it. They ran away in playful
fear from that 'nasty, mean Barney'.
Nadia and June played the part of Santa's Helpers.
They had elf ears, and their suits did cover their breasts completely,
but their shapely figures still made themselves known. The suit was a one-piece
coat that reached to mid-thigh level. A thick black belt with a copper
buckle went around the waist. Large white buttons went down the front of
the coat and a red, fur-rimmed cap was on each head. The cops also had
short black boots and black fishnet stockings. While the kids told their
Christmas wishes to Mr and Mrs Claus, June and Nadia gave out gift advice
to the kids' parents. June liked the idea, especially giving advice to
'cute' men. Too bad they couldn't sit on her lap � her breasts were not
that big but they were big enough.
Speaking of big breasts, Amber's nanite augmentation
had completed its course. Instead of cantaloupes, she now had volleyballs
on her chest. Her new size did made her a true shirt-stretcher like her
three friends, and the rest of the station started to take notice. All
except Larry. He was still deathly afraid of Amber and Bert, hiding whenever
he saw them.
The cops took their positions at the Santa display.
Lynnae had it moved so it faced the assembly hall where the Bountiful Bra
Appreciation Dinner was being held. As the cops watched the hall, kids
and their parents showed up. Paul was a trooper, but every once in a while
an exuberant tot would land against his sore arm, making him wince in pain.
Lynnae, thanks to her six years as an elementary teacher, was able to pick
out the 'really naughty' kids and had Bert come over to give them a playful
scare. Of course, some of those kids yelled their heads off at the sight
of a comical bushbear trying to act mean.
8 p.m. rolled around and the hall started to fill
with the Bountiful women. The cops and Bert knew the layout of the hall,
along with several spots where they could spy on the assembly. Lynnae had
Paul and Bert 'fight': Santa engaged in a battle to make Barney the Bushbear
run away, freeing Christmas from this scourge. Suitably defeated, Barney
scampered away, the children cheering Santa on.
After the applause, Lynnae posted a 30-minute break
sign. The cops then moved into position, entering and hiding in the hall
in prearranged locations. They knew quite a few women had the gimmick bras,
but they were taken aback by the crowd in front of them. There had to be
at least 400 women in the crowd. The break tables were filled with food
and drink, the women taking in their fill of refreshments. Then, eerily,
the women silenced as one and sat down in the chairs. The hall doors closed
and the windows turned dark. Not unusual in itself, but it made the occasion
feel like a secret society meeting.
Albert, Big's one-number assistant, appeared on
the stage. He got behind the floor microphone and spoke. "Thank you all
for attending. All of you will have the pleasure of seeing the creator
of the Bountiful Bra tonight. Please give a round of applause for Mr Big!"
To a woman the audience rose up and clapped. The
cops felt sick to their stomach. Seeing Big get this much praise, however
coerced, made them pissed. The man himself appeared on stage. For once
he actually looked presentable. He was dressed in a causal business suit.
If it weren't for his age-worn face he could've been mistaken as a kid
playing dress-up. Albert adjusted the microphone for Big and stepped back.
After clearing his throat the tiny crime lord spoke.
"Thank you, ladies, for choosing the Bountiful Bra
as your undergarment. It has enabled me to influence your minds and perceptions
� all thanks to a tiny flaw in your wetware. Now I'm going to use the flaw
to my advantage!" Big giggled, making Lynnae grit her teeth. "To start
things off let's have everyone take off your shirts and blouses. It's warm
in here, and I don't want you girls to feel uncomfortable."
[For the viewers at home the letters NB, red in color, appeared at the bottom of their tri-dee viewers. NB stands for nose bleed, a warning for all those 14 year-old boys to get their tissue paper ready.]
The women took off their shirts, revealing their bra-clad, volleyball-sized
lungs. Big hummed his approval.
"Nice, very nice my dears. Thank you for getting
nanite augmentation. I'm sure your men enjoyed your new chests. Now, here
are my commands. First, you will encourage your female friends and work
associates to get wetware implanted. After that give them one of your bras.
My nanochips will do the rest."
"Yes, Almighty Big," the crowd sang out in unison.
"Good! Second, you will use your influence on your
husbands and boyfriends. Make them your puppets! Have them vote for the
candidates of my choosing in the next election. Work harder in your jobs,
get promoted. You'll serve me better when you reach higher levels of influence
and power."
"Yes, Almighty Big."
"Finally, to reward you for the efforts you've already
made, I'm giving all of you free nanite injections! Volleyballs are fine,
but basketballs are better. In compensation I'll give each woman here five
new � and larger � Bountiful Bras! Isn't that a wonderful Christmas gift
� bigger boobs and new bras to go with them?"
"Yes, Almighty Big."
"Excellent! Now, in an orderly fashion, make a line."
Big's eyes were filled with lust as woman after woman filed in line. The
first one was about to get her hypo shot when Big saw something in the
corner of his eye.
"Albert, get that short, black-haired woman and
bring her to me. I think I recognize her."
"Yes, Big." As Albert did his master's bidding Lynnae
felt a cold shiver go down her spine. The woman that Big pointed out was
no other than Amber.
Amber was brought before Big. He squinted, and a
moment later he recognized her. "By Jove, it's you! You were that girl
who wrecked my suit all those months ago, aren't you?"
"Yes, Almighty Big."
"Hot Damn! I can have my revenge!" At that Big drew
out a new hypo. "I was going to use this on a random member of the audience,
but you'll do just fine. Let see how long you'll stay in the police when
you allow your breasts to get as big as watermelons!"
7
Lynnae heard what Big was about to do. It would take a moment too long
to retrieve the stunner from its hiding place, so Lyn settled for the next
best thing. She took off her shoes and threw them, one at a time, at Big.
The first one knocked the hypo out of Big's hand; the second hit him dead
on the face, making him fall down.
The other cops got their stunners out and moved
into view. "This is the New Darwin Police! Everyone, get on the ground
now!"
The women just stood there. Albert got to the microphone.
"No such luck, coppers! Girls - get those cops!"
It would've worked, but, despite its small size,
the new Colt STN-08 Stunner was made to handle large crowds. With five
of them going off at once huge swathes of the crowd were felled. More women
tripped as they tried to scramble over the bodies of their stunned fellows.
Even so, some women managed to reach Nadia and June. Both got into brief
hand-to-hand fights. True to karma, both cops lost the top buttons to their
coats, exposing a good portion of their bra-clad, basketball-sized bazooms.
After finishing of the stragglers Paul, Lynnae,
and Bert made their way to the stage. Albert was stunned, sprawled out
on the stage floor. Big had recovered by this time. Amber was still unconscious,
being one of the first women to be stunned. Big lifted her up, intending
to use her as a shield. "Stay away if you know what's good for you, coppers!
I've killed a few people in my extra-long life and one more isn't going
to bother me!"
"Do that and you're dead, Big!" Lynnae yelled. "Immortal
or no, I'll have you made into a living cadaver for the medical school!"
"Good one, Blue Heel. I often liken myself as the
Prometheus that bestowed humanity with ample women! Now, stay back." Big
had a good hold on Amber's neck, but failed to realize that his other hand
now rested on Amber's right breast. He copped a feel, making the classic
breast-grabbing sound (glom). At that moment Amber woke up � MAD. Amber
grabbed the offending arm and threw Big over her shoulder. He landed with
a meaty thump against the stage wall. Remembering what happened to him
last time, Big tried to run away, but Amber had other ideas. She tackled
Big, and proceeded to pummel his face. Lynnae had just gotten on the stage
when Amber, in classic anime style, landed a powerful punch against
Big's jaw.
Big flew the distance from the stage � through
the hall's doors � to the 15-meter Christmas Tree in the center of the
Santa display. Amber ran as fast as a rabbit, her friends yelling out to
her to stop. It didn't matter. Big, in his usual two-steps-ahead-of-everybody
thinking, had hidden a jet pack in a box underneath the tree. He gave the
little woman cop a cheesy wave as he flew through a conveniently-opened
skylight to safety.
Amber was about to curse Big but instead stood gawking
as the tree, unbalanced by Big's jet pack exhaust, proceeded to fall �
towards her. Bert's cry of warning was too late. Amber was trapped underneath
the huge tree. Bert is a strong man to begin with, and seeing his belle
trapped under that tree gave him the strength of twenty men. All by himself,
Bert moved the tree off his love. What could only be attributed to divine
intervention Amber only had a scratch on her left arm.
Bert smiled warmly at Amber. "God, honey, don't
you ever get mad at me!"
The little cop propped up on her arms. "My little
giant, if I ever get mad at you I'll only be able to hit your knees and
feet!" She giggled, stretching out her arms in a request to be picked up.
Bert was happy to do so.
Albert had gotten away also, leaving Nadia, June,
Paul, and Lynnae to gather around the couple. They smiled liked punch-drunk
boxers as Bert and Amber talked. Amber remembered some of the stuff she
did while under Big's control, but she didn't recall the showering-with-a-bra-on
incident.
"I feel like a movie theater floor," Amber exclaimed.
"Those things I said really did come from me. Under Big's influence those
feelings were no longer under my control. Honey, I hope you can forgive
me for treating you the way I did for the past few weeks." The mis-sized
couple engaged in a kiss, making the clustered cops oohing in approval.
"I forgive you and more, my love. In fact, I have
something here to give you." Bert opened a hidden pocket in his bushbear
costume. "Go ahead, it's in there." At that prompting Amber reached in
and withdrew two rings � engagement rings. One was obviously made for Bert,
the other sized to fit Amber's own little finger.
Amber's eyes welled up in tears of joy. "Oh, Bert!
You really mean this?"
Bert brought up Amber's face closer to his. "Yep.
But first, let's kiss on it. One of those face-sucking whoppers."
Amber's four friends turned around, giving her a
measure of privacy to savor that extra-passionate kiss with her loving
man.
8
Two days later saw the four cops in Chief David Talbert's office. The
Chief was pacing up and down in front of the officers, making them nervous.
Captain Patricia Laramie was in attendance also, acting like a spectator
in a principal's office while a child was being disciplined.
"You four must be feeling quite the roster right
now. You want to crow about how you saved those women, and undoubtedly
the city, from Big's influence, right?"
The foursome knew better than to answer, lest they
wanted their tongues removed. Talbert continued. "Let's see. First you
used the fancy circuits in your brains to conduct unauthorized data searches
and retrievals. Next were the face-to-face interviews, again without approval.
Then there was the mall owner that believed your story of a police volunteer
group, tasked to work the mall that night. And lest we forget those compact
stunners that were also checked out. I can't nail you for the costumes
� you rented them with your own money."
Talbert sat behind his desk, his eyes like two lasers
boring into the officers. "I'd have you know that the Mayor's own wife
was in that audience, and thank God none of the women sustained any injuries
when you stunned them. His honor the Mayor is thankful that his wife was
saved, though. He wants to reward those 'fine undercover cops' assigned
to break the Big Mind-Control Caper, as the papers are calling it."
The officers remained stone-faced. Talbert was about
to change that. "Well, what I really want to do is dismiss all of you from
the force. But you'll probably form your own detective agency and run the
police out of a job! Instead, I decided to promote all of you to the level
of your incompetence." Talbert leaned back in his chair, letting his officers
imagine their demise.
Front desk, definitely front desk, Lynnae
thought. The officer manning the front desk had the pleasure of seeing
all the scum of New Darwin coming through the front doors. Lynnae imagined
spending the rest of her police career signing in drunkards and spaced-out
goofballs.
June saw herself as a wrench-monger down in the
station's motor pool. Great. Who'll date a woman that'll perpetually
smells like grease and plastic? Another wrench-monger, that's what!
'Tis the archives for me, mused Paul. I
bet that'll be my permanent job. Since I have 'ware, they'll probably make
me the only one working the archives during my shift. Joy.
Nadia could only think of the Quartermaster's office.
I'll be signing out new jackets and shirts and receive the tattered
and torn ones in reply for the rest of my employment. Maybe it's isn't
too late to become a model.
Captain Laramie got up, holding four small black
boxes. "Of course, you'll have to turn in your old badges. You're all out
of grade where you're going." She handed the boxes out. The officers held
them like they were bombs. "Go ahead, officers. They won't blow up."
Lynnae carefully opened her box. Expecting to see
the single chevron indicating Patrolman instead of the two for Officer,
she saw three. Three chevrons meant Sergeant. Well, the front desk does
require a Sergeant to man it, she observed.
Nadia, Paul, and June opened their boxes too. As
with Lynnae, those badges were those of Sergeant. Laramie smiled, making
the officers wonder. "Well, for your new positions, all of you need to
be Sergeants. Sergeant-Detectives, to be exact."
Lynnae's face changed from wonder to elation. Talbert
got up, his rarely-seen eyes opened for all to see. "Damn fine piece of
work, all of you. Even the Commissioner agrees that such talent mustn't
be wasted. You four have been assigned to create a new detective squad,
appropriately named Blue Team. Let me and Patty here be the first to shake
your hands."
Flushed with relief, the cops got up, shaking Talbert
and Laramie's hands in thanks.
[The scene fades in a pull-back, all of New Darwin in a glow of happiness
and holiday cheer.]
** Merry Christmas **
[End Credits � still shots from the current
episode and theme music plays. Ends with the duo in silhouette.
Fade
to black.]
[Epilogue]
2417, New Year's Day. The scene is somewhere
in the northern wilds of Melbourne, one of Outback's two massive continents.
In an nondescript wilderness house Big sat in front of an archaic fireplace,
nursing a Scotch. The wounds caused by Lynnae's shoes and Amber's fists
had healed, all due to Big's immortality. However, his mind was still tender
at the thoughts of what those two did to him. Amber he could forgive �
she was just at the wrong place at the wrong time for all that Big was
concerned.
Lynnae, though, was different.
She, along with her friend June, had caused him grief for the past
seven years. Every once in a while his plans were foiled thanks to the
duo's intervention. Hell, if only Tiny had eaten their ancestors all
those centuries ago I wouldn't have this problem now! Big thought venomusly.
Thinking hard, he realized that it was Lynnae that really bugged him. That
little woman had no right to ruin his plans. Then, in flash, it came to
Big. He summoned Albert.
"Yes, Big?" Albert said, bringing in a refill for
Big's glass.
"Albert, I've come to a decision. I've decided to
put that Wilcox woman in her place. I want you to find everything you can
on her, especially if she has any relatives here on Outback. The biggest
caper of my career is almost ready. I need Wilcox in a position to see
my triumph - and her ultimate failure!" Big laughed, and on cue coughed
and hacked afterwards.
"You are great and terrible, oh Master. There's
no end to your evil!"
[The screen goes black for a moment � then a movie commercial airs.
A montage of Police Blue scenes scroll
across the tri-dee image. Then a narrator cuts in. "For eight years
Police
Blue
has been the highest-rated 3D-animated show throughout the Commonwealth.
The characters have endeared themselves to their loyal audience. Now, our
intrepid characters will make their big screen appearence this summer �
battling the most criminal, and perverted, mind that humanity has the misfortune
of knowing." Mr Big pops up, grinning from ear-to-ear. "I'm Baaaaaack!
Large as life and twice as ugly!" Big laughed, coughed, and hacked. Police
Blue:
The Movie. Summer - 2417.]
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