The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 83

I watched a lady the other day being harassed by cops as she walked topless a few blocks from us. I had taken the Segway down to get some milk and bread and on my way back, the same douchebag cops that had been to my house a couple of times were giving her the third degree.

"We asked you nicely to put your shirt back on," I heard one of them say.

"I heard you, and I believe my response was no thank you, I'm getting some sun," she replied defiantly.

"Ma'am, we have been receiving complaints and it's disturbing the neighborhood."

"Then the neighborhood needs to find something else to keep them busy, as I'm not putting my shirt back on until I'm ready to do so."

"We can take you to jail for failing to follow the instructions of a police officer," douchebag number one said. Most cops in the city were awesome, but for some reason they put these two pricks to patrol our neighborhood. I should have stayed out of it, but I had enough of assholes like this. I rode up and stopped beside them and slowly walked over to them.

"Sir, we'll have to ask you to step back, please."

"Why, so you can continue to intimidate this lady? Just so you know, I'm video recording our conversation," I smiled as I pointed to the Segway. "Ma'am, here is my lawyer's card and my name and number are on the back. Since these officers are out of line and illegally detaining you, I'm sure you'll have a case against the city. Officers, I suggest you check the provincial laws. Discrimination is illegal in this country and a woman can be topless anywhere a man can, so unless it has become illegal for me to take off my shirt right here, then she can too." I pulled my shirt off over my head and tucked it into my pants. "Is it illegal?"

"No, but we are getting complaints about this," the officer continued.

"So, the correct response to the complainant is to educate them, and not go after the law abiding citizens."

"Sir, this has nothing to do with you," said the officer who had been quiet until now.

"It does if you're harassing an innocent person. Of course, you can walk away and leave things alone, or I can make one call and have a thousand shirtless people here in less than 10 minutes. I can even have them standing around in just their underwear if that'll help make my point, since that's not illegal either," I said wondering where I had grown balls this big, and was I going to need to buy larger shorts. Maybe Colin really had rubbed off on me, or perhaps having powerful people in my corner like Sam, really did make a difference. I guess people with money didn't fear the law as much as people without money as they had resources to fight back. Seems like we should work on changing that. I will create a society of equality on the island of Justinopolis, Colinopia? Wait, that sounds like something you get at the Doctor when you're old. I'm just going in for my Colinopia...I've had several Colinopia's from Colin. Usually face down or with my legs over my head while he gets in deep to check me out. Now where was I? Right, my society of equals... I'll work on that and keep working on the island name later. Meanwhile back at the police standoff... the quiet cop had just got off the phone and said they would let her off with just warning and headed back to their car.

Just a warning? A warning for what? I unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the ground and stood with my arms out to the side, daring the cops to come do something about it, but they just drove off. I would send the video in to Sam to deal with if he wanted. Hell they could even show this on the news without blacking anything out if they wanted, it was so PG. Cops on power trips piss me off. The woman came up and thanked me and handed me the business card back. "You're a brave young man. They could have taken both of us in and made our lives a bit miserable for a few hours."

"Not half as miserable as I would have made theirs afterwards. I've had dealings with those power crazy assholes before, so hopefully they won't bother you again." I jumped on my Segway and headed home. All I needed was a cape, mask and some theme music and I'd feel like a super hero. `Segwayman!' Fighting the forces of evil between Burrard and Alma, up to and including W16th, maybe W17th, as long as the batteries last that far on the Segway. I put the groceries away and found myself in a mood. A mood to be dangerous and wicked, so I texted Myles.

`Jericho Beach change room. 30min B naked.'

He texted back, `I'm in school.'

'30 min and naked.' I sent back and smiled to myself. Let's see how badly this dude wanted to be a sub boi. I arrived just after the 30 minute deadline and parked. Thankfully it was a cool day and there weren't many people around, plus it was a weekday. I walked in the change room carrying my backpack and Myles was sitting naked looking nervous. He looked up and smiled and as I approached, but I ignored him. I picked up his jeans and found his wallet. I opened it up and took the 20 bucks he had, before throwing the rest of the wallet in my backpack, along with all his clothes.

"Wait here," I'll be back. I went out to the car and threw the backpack into the trunk of my car and walked to the far end of the beach and bought an ice cream with Myles' money. I walked back and re-entered the change room where my boy was still sitting. "Hey, thanks for the ice cream. While I finish it, why don't you get on your knees and give me a nice blow job."

He did as he was told, got between my legs, unfastened my pants and fished out my cock to suck on it. We heard someone enter the bathroom part of the change room, which was partially shielded from where we were sitting, but it still sent a thrill through me to know we might get caught. Myles went to stop when he heard the guy, but I put my free hand on his head and made him keep sucking. I was fully boned up and he was doing a great job as always. Once I finished my ice cream, I pushed Myles off my cock and stood up and put things away.

"Come with me," I instructed and we walked into the bathroom where I stood him at the urinal. In this old change room it was just a long tiled trough and I put him right in the middle of it as if he were taking a piss. Myles looked at me in fear as I told him to stay there until I got back. I headed to the car again and got the lube out of my backpack and waited in the car until I saw a couple guys go into the bathroom. I headed back in and they were both standing at the urinal on opposite sides of Myles trying not to make it obvious they were looking at him. I grinned to myself and went up behind him.

"Okay boy, stop whoring around and come with me," I said showing who was in charge. I led him to the large toilet stall and pushed him inside and locked the door. The stall doors were only three-quarter height, so anyone who stood right at the door could look in if they wanted to. It was supposed to stop those `nasty homosexuals' from cruising, but in fact it just encouraged us, I mean them.

"Strip me boy," I said as I stood facing my nude slave. Myles quickly removed my shirt and then dropped to his knees to take off my socks and shoes before unfastening my pants and dropping them to my ankles. I stepped out of them and he hung everything on the door hook. I could see from the angle of the mirror that the two guys at the urinal were still standing there looking over to see if they could hear what was going on.

"What are you waiting for? Get my shorts off and get that dick down your throat." He grinned and lowered my underwear and helped me step out of them. I was now as naked as he was. He lifted my dick and swallowed it all the way down to the base. He worked it hard and noisily until I was rock hard. "Okay stop. Get the lube out of my pants and get yourself ready. I wanna fuck that tight ass of yours." He grabbed the bottle, lubed his ass and then without asking he lubed up my cock as well. Normally he should have been punished for that, but under the circumstances, I'd let him off. I sat on the toilet and told him to straddle me. At first he was facing me, but I told him to turn around so that he was facing the door. I knew that the two guys had moved closer to see if they could hear or see what was going on. As soon as Myles got my cock all the way into his ass and began riding up and down, I reached around and took hold of his hard cock and balls.

"Open the door, let them watch," I whispered to him. He turned to look at me as if I were crazy. "Do it boy." He leaned forward and popped the lock on the door letting it swing inward to reveal us. He went back to riding my cock and the two guys slowly moved in front of the door to watch the show. Both of them were rubbing the bulges in their pants. I leaned back and pulled Myles back with me and lifted his balls up so the guys could easily see my dick slamming in and out of my boy. That's all it took for them to open their pants and get their cocks out. The harder we fucked and the more of a show we put on, the more they exposed themselves. Both guys were in their 30's, easily, but it was such a thrill to be watched that I was almost ready to fill Myles' ass with some hot spunk. I jerked his hard cock and I could feel it throbbing in my hand indicating his impending and inevitable orgasm. I jerked him harder and faster and he finally groaned and shot his load in a nice arc pumping several shots onto the floor in front of him. As he blew his load his ass tightened and I announced that I was cumming. I held his hips and hammered into him as I groaned loudly and bit the side of his arm for effect. One of the guys was about to go off next, so I waved my finger at him to tell him to come closer.

"Suck his cock boi. Don't waste his jizz." Myles leaned forward and took the older guys erection into his mouth. The guy face fucked him for less than a minute before he grabbed Myles' hair and held his face sending his cum deep into him. The other guy couldn't wait and shot his load all over the stall door. Both guys put their dicks away and thanked us for the show. I ordered Myles to close the door and had him stand up and take my dick out of his ass. I stood up and wiped myself clean before I pulled him tight against me and we kissed. My tongue probed his mouth as I held onto his sweaty body. Once we broke, I got dressed and told him to wait. I was going to go and get his clothes, but as I left the change room and looked around there was no one else around, so I turned and headed back inside with an evil grin. "Okay, let's go." I said as I pulled him out of the stall and told him to follow me.

"Sir, I can't go out there," Myles said panicking as he stood at the door.

"Okay, stay in here then and walk home, or follow me to the car."

I left and headed slowly toward my car waiting for Myles to follow. I expected him to sneak along the side of the building and stay hidden, but almost laughed myself silly as he raced past me like the flash and stood behind my car. I got there and opened the door and he quickly jumped in as I got his clothes from the trunk. While I was getting his clothes out, I slipped a hundred bucks back into his pants to make up for the 20 I had taken. Hopefully he would find something useful for that money. I let him get dressed and took him back to his house. With the exception of a few complaints, he hadn't spoken a word the whole afternoon. He was a good slave, although he did lean over and kiss me and put his hand on my crotch before he got out of the car. I smiled and pinched his nipple through his shirt causing him to yelp a little. He practically bounced up the stairs to his house. That was one of the most fun things I had ever done. I needed to find more things like that, or perhaps another boy who liked to challenge himself. By the time I finally got home, everyone was back and doing homework. Cory was lying on the floor doing an art project while Troy and Kyle were sitting side by side on the couch doing theirs. I did notice that they were pushing their legs against each other and making faces, obviously sexually charged, but trying not to let Cory see anything. Eventually their hormones took over and they excused themselves and raced upstairs. No doubt about what they were going to be doing...biology homework.

"Guess what I learned?" Cory whispered, as he came and sat beside me on the couch.

"What?" I whispered back, wondering why we were actually whispering, and actually expecting a comment about his school work.

"When we were born, we were hatched from an egg about the size of a football," he said looking up at me with his big bright eyes.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, my friend's brother said that a man sprinkles fertilizer on a women's egg and ninety months later a baby is hatched."

I grinned at how that actually made sense while being so wrong. Everyone knows it only takes nine months for us to hatch after the egg is fertilized, duh! Where was Jason for this one? Did I agree with him, or tell him the truth? This wasn't my job...HELP! I just wanted to take him swimming, feed him and throw him a Frisbee and stuff. Jason could handle all this other weird shit.

"How old is your friend's brother?"

"He's almost a teenager and guess what, he's already got hair on his thing."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"He showed us."

"Did you do anything else together?" I asked concerned.

"Like what?" He said looking at me like I was about to reveal the mysteries of the universe.

"Like did he do anything else when he showed you his hair?"

"Sure. He showed us how to do arm farts too. Wanna see?" He didn't wait and began to try and show me how to do one. He struggled but finally managed to bang one out and then giggled.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said continuing to stare at me with those huge eyes. I think it's funny that the eyes are the one thing that never change size as we grow, which is probably why little kids seem to have such huge ones compared to the rest of their faces.

"Okay," I said cautiously, never sure what to expect from him.

"How come all boys have a stiffy in the morning?"

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Umm, well I know I get one and I've seen Jason and Alex with them in the morning when I've slept with them, and I checked Kyle's, Troy's and yours and Colin's too."

"When did you do that?" I asked shocked.

"I wanted to find out, so I had a look under the covers when you guys were sleeping. Everyone had one, so I'm guessing it's normal right? But how come we get them. They do that at stupid times too, other than morning."

"I'm not sure how to answer all of that, but let's see. In the morning when you have a bo...ummm, stiffy, can you pee?"

"No," he giggled "I have to wait for it to go away, but once it does I can go okay."

"So I think we get stiffies while we're sleeping so that we can't pee which save us from wetting the bed. Once we wake up, and get to the bathroom, your body lets the pee out once it knows you're awake."

"That makes sense," he said happily. "So does it do that in school too because we are in class?"

"Sure, let's go with that..." I said wondering where the fuck Jason was. Maybe I could just go to live with 'Marvin' for a few months until Cory left. I was going to be a nervous wreck by the time three months was up. Did all kids his age have these questions? I don't remember asking these questions, but then I only had Jason who probably only knew as much as me, and I sure as hell would never ask Mom and Dad. "So show me what you're working on for school," I said changing the subject.

That seemed to work as he talked about school. Kyle and Troy returned after a little while and looked much more relaxed. With Cory in the house it was like trying to have sex with your parents in the house. You had to hide behind closed doors and keep as quiet as possible. I could see us having a huge party once he left.

Colin and me got home from a movie one night and everyone had seemed to have gone to bed early, but the lights and TV were still on in the activity room, so Colin went down to turn them off. He caught my attention by waving at me, and smiling. I went down to see what he wanted. Jason was lying on his back in a t-shirt and boxers and Cory was just in his boxers lying face down on top of him with his face against Jason's shoulder. Jason's hand was over Cory's back and they were both fast asleep. I had to run and get the camera to get a picture. Sheila would love that sight. It made me realize that at some point, I would probably want a kid too. They were cute when they were sleeping and quiet like that. After taking the pictures, we gently placed a blanket over both of them and turned the lights down, but not off, in case Cory woke up and didn't know where he was.

The next day he wasn't quite as cute. I was lying on the couch and Cory came flying over the back of it, landing on me. I doubled up in pain and grabbed my crotch as I moved his knee from between my legs. "Oooh, fuck, ow!" I said, reacting without thinking. "Sorry Jason. Did I knee you in the balls?" Cory asked.

"Wrong brother, dude. I'm Justin, and yeah, I think you kicked a field goal with my nuts." I groaned trying not to make it too obvious that I was holding them

He giggled and then asked if I was okay as he sat on my chest. I assured him I'd survive and he asked if I'd like to go out to the trampoline with him. I thought that might actually be the best thing to get my balls back down again. We played outside for a while before the others joined us and took interest in mini man. He loved all the attention and I was pretty sure that if we kept it up he would be our next roommate. As we goofed around in the yard, some naked, some in just underwear both Colin's phone and mine sounded an alarm with the ringer we had set for ADAM. We both had a quick look and got excited. One of the Q' members sent us a video from Seattle showing a guy that looked like our suspect in the attack on Troy and Lawrence. It had a couple of pretty good pictures. We debated asking Troy right away, but Colin suggested that we should call Detective Morgan. I really hated that asshole, but since he was the lead cop on the case, I agreed. We called him and told him what we had. He asked us to send the file and information and he would have it checked out. We did and while we waited, we contacted the Q' member and asked him to keep tabs on the guy using whatever resources they had. We would get there as fast as we could.

Barely an hour later Detective Morgan and his partner were at the door. "We think that this is a match from the pictures and video evidence from the restaurant and other cameras. Have you asked Mr. Walker about it yet?" We both told him we hadn't as we didn't want to do anything until we were sure. The detectives recommended we ask him and then could decide how to proceed. We showed them to the living room and asked them to give us a couple of minutes to get dressed and grab Troy.

We ran up to our bedroom and threw on pants and a shirt before racing down to get Troy and tell him what was going on. He wrapped a towel around himself and trotted over to his room before joining us in the living room. Morgan showed him the picture and video.

"I think so, but it's a little blurry. It sure looks like him. Where is he?" Troy asked.

"Seattle," Morgan replied.

"Can you arrest him there?" I asked quickly.

"We can't, but we can contact the FBI and let them know what we found and they can detain him on our behalf. We would go down and get a positive identification and extradite him if the FBI agreed that we had enough evidence."

"Is Washington one of those states where you can just shoot people if they scare you like Texas and Florida?" I asked looking at Colin.

"It's the `shoot first law', but yeah, Washington is definitely one of the states that allows it."

"Great, I'm going to Seattle. No need to arrest him, detective. I can take care of this with one bullet when I get him to threaten me," I said standing up ready to go.

"If you tell me you're going to kill someone, then it's not actually self-defence. It would be classed as first degree murder, since it's premeditated."

"Fine, then Jason and I will go down and bump into him and flirt as twins. When he picks us up, then we'll kill him as we fear for our lives."

"Still premeditated," said the Detective. "Let us just do our job and bring him in."

"I think it's better if we got him arrested in Seattle and he had to face American justice. Let's see what happens to the douchebag in an American prison when they find out what he did to two underage boys. Up here, he'll get a life sentence and be treated to, what did you call it, Club Fed?" In America, maybe he'll get the death penalty, or at the very least be raped endlessly in prison by huge muscle guys."

"Washington has the death penalty," Colin said quickly.

"Good, then it's settled. Whatever happens to this guy happens in Washington, not here. We'll go take care of it detective. Obviously you fucked it up the first time. You don't get to fuck it up again."

"I know how you feel, Justin and I am truly sorry that I had you arrested. But this isn't the answer. If you go looking for revenge and kill him, it will be you getting the death penalty and that won't help your family at all. I have a better idea, if you're up for it, although I don't recommend it. We could take Troy with us to Seattle to make a positive identification which would speed up the process of getting him extradited home. That way this could be over sooner. Since our suspect hasn't committed a crime in Washington that we know of, they wouldn't try him there, so he would have to be extradited."

"Or we could put a sting operation in place and use Troy as bait. He sees the guy yells at him and when the guy sees Troy, he attacks and we shoot him dead," I counter suggested.

"I'm pretty sure that killing him isn't an option under the circumstances," Morgan said bluntly.

"Well, I'm going no matter what. We'll leave in two hours."

"I'm not sure I can get things arranged that fast," he said continuing to be a spineless jellyfish.

"Whatever, Detective. We'll take our plane, which will be leaving in two hours from the south terminal. If you're there, you can join us. If not, this will probably be over by the time you do get it `arranged'. We have a team of people watching the suspect, as you call him, so this will take about 30 minutes once we get there."

"How do you have people watching him?" Said the detective looking a little shocked.

"Amazing what money can buy you. Thank you for responding so quickly detective. We'll see you in two hours if you make it. If not, then this case should be closed in three hours."

Colin interrupted my rant. "Babe, I think we should just let the FBI know where he is and let the cops take it from there and bring him back."

"So that we can have Troy go through a trial and relive the whole thing again and have to listen to the story about what happened. Hell no. Once the guy gets back on Canadian soil we won't be able to do a thing, and if he gets a good lawyer he might get away with it. This is the one time that American violence may come in handy."

"Dude, seriously we can't just go kill him. America doesn't work like that. You'd have to go through an inquiry and would end up being detained yourself until, and if, the determined it was self-defence. It could take years. Are you ready to sit in an American jail for years just to kill this prick?"

"You take away all my fun. Fine, let's just go get this asshole. Maybe we could just kidnap him, fly over our island and parachute out with him and then bury him deep underground."

"You know we're still in the room, right?" Detective Morgan said as he spoke up.

"Yeah, but once we're in America, you have no authority. Do you really want all the paperwork and trial shit? Why not let us have him taken care of down there?" I asked.

"Let's take this one thing at a time. First we need Troy to identify him and take it from there. Ideally we should wait for him to come back to Canada and make all our lives a lot simpler."

"Do what you want detective. Colin, I am in a mood to go sightseeing and I'd like to see that place where they throw fish around. Where is that again?"

"You mean Pike Place Market? That's in Seattle."

"Cool, let's go to Seattle to see the fish market. Let's take Troy along. I'm sure he's never seen that before."

"Okay, we get the point. We'll see if we can get the ball rolling and get authorities into place." He stood up and we agreed that we would wait two hours before leaving. They headed out and the three of us went up to throw some stuff in a daypack, as Colin made arrangements for the plane. I was busy packing with adrenaline rushing through my body, excited at our mission. We were off on our own version of `To Catch a Predator'. We told Jason, Alex and Kyle that we wouldn't be long and would be back tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Kyle wanted to join us, but we told him that it wasn't a good idea so said he would spend the night at Aaron's if we were looking for him when we got back.

Less than two hours later, Kyle dropped us off at the airport and Colin went to make sure the plane was ready to go. Troy was nervous about our trip, but we assured him that everything would be fine. To our surprise, the detectives showed up and were ready to go.

"We'll be meeting the FBI when we land and if you still have information on where to find out suspect, hopefully we can get and identification and be home for dinner." We boarded the plane and settled in for takeoff. It was only a short hop to Seattle, so we'd barely get into the air before it was time to land. "Nice plane." Detective Morgan said as he tried to make small talk. I still wasn't a fan of his, but I could tolerate him for 20 minutes or so

"Thanks, it gets us around."

"What does one of these go for now?" He asked.

"30 million, give or take." Colin said casually.

"Shit. Do you realize how many commercial flights you could take for that amount of money?" Said the other detective.

"Lots, but then we would have to follow the rules and go on their schedule and not have a bed to sleep in when we take long trips," he explained.

"Seems like a waste of fuel and money, if you ask me."

"Well feel free to catch a commercial flight home then, or jump out now," I said bluntly. Maybe putting up with them for 20 minutes was a tad bit ambitious, but I had tried. The rest of the trip was pretty quiet. If it had been a few hours, I would have taken Troy and Colin into the back and boned the crap out of them to pass the time. We landed quickly and after clearing customs, we were met by the FBI. Our detectives had their badges with them, but had to leave the guns. As they explained, they had no authority in Washington, but had the official paperwork if the need arose. The FBI were almost stereotypical with their black suits. You could spot them for half a terminal away. All we needed was Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones to jump out with their flashy thing. As we introduced ourselves, a guy came up to meet us and introduced himself as Colin's friend, Martin. I knew he was the president of the `Q' in Seattle.

"We have the suspect under surveillance in the Capitol Hill area." Said Martin.

There were a couple cars waiting for us as we got outside the terminal. Colin said we would go with Martin and the FBI and detectives would follow us. I thought the FBI guys should go first so we could have a police escort and race through traffic. That would have been cool. But instead we had to trudge up the I-5 into downtown and parked off Broadway when a couple of other guys from the `Q' met us and said he was having lunch in the Café across the street.

"Alright, what are we waiting for? Let's go get the prick," I said quickly.

"Troy, are you sure you're okay with this?" Detective Morgan asked. I looked at Troy and he was sweating slightly and looked incredibly nervous. He nodded and swallowed hard. "You'll be safe. We'll go in first with the FBI and sit close. Once you go in, just find him in there and once you point him out, we'll move in and take it from there. Just identify him with a nod or some visible signal and then get out of the way."

"Okay," he said quietly. We waited for the Cops to get into place before we moved. As we crossed the street, Troy took hold of my hand for comfort. Colin smiled and stayed next to us. We entered the café and told the waitress we were just meeting someone and looked around. Troy gripped my hand fiercely and I looked at where he was staring. The guy was at a table with two young boys, not older than 16 or 17. OMG! He was at it again. Troy all of a sudden grew a pair of watermelon size balls and walked over to him, dragging me with him.

"Hey, douchebag. Remember me? Unlike my friend Lawrence, you didn't succeed in killing me in Vancouver." The guy looked up and at first probably didn't recognize Troy, then his expression changed and he tensed up.

"Troy, is this the guy who raped and tortured you and left you to die?" Colin asked his fists balled up tight. The guy saw the posture and went to move.

"I don't know what you want, but you're mistaken. I have never been to Vancouver," he said as he tried to ignore us.

"Who said anything about Vancouver?" I said thankful that I hadn't been given a gun, or this guy would have been riddled with bullets at the moment. I turned and looked at the FBI and nodded and we quickly moved out of the way as they moved in with their badges showing and hands on their guns. Shoot the prick and end this, I thought to myself.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Lawrence Grimes, Rape, sexual assault and attempted murder of Troy Walker. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have explained them to you?" I couldn't believe it. I was in the middle of an FBI takedown and reading of the rights. It was like watching every American cop show rolled into one. They pulled him out of the booth and handcuffed him.

"You've got the wrong guy," he said quickly.

"Do you understand the rights as I have explained them?" asked the FBI agent again.

"Yes."

"So can you keep him here and give him the death penalty, or maybe we can take him out back and just put a couple of bullets in him for expedited justice."

"He will be processed and then extradited back to Canada, as long as he doesn't contest the extradition."

"What if he does?" Troy asked.

"There are legal challenges he can launch delaying his return and we will investigate him while he's here for any unsolved crimes in Washington that he may be guilty of."

"Part of me hopes you find some, so that he can stay and be put to death, but then maybe 50 years inside a federal prison where he becomes someone's play toy as a child rapist might be more fitting," I said. Troy surprised all of us by turning and kicking the guy square in the nuts and as he bent over, he spit him. Detective Morgan stepped in and pulled Troy back while one of the FBI agents wiped the spit off the suspects face.

Once he regained his composer, the asshole looked at the FBI guy and croaked out a weak "charge him with assault."

"Sorry I didn't see anything. I was making some notes. What happened? Did anyone see anything?"

The others around us said they only saw the guy double over and drool on himself. Colin leaned in to the two guys at the table. "You guys were lucky today. Really lucky. Thank god we got here before you went off with him."

"Thanks," they said weakly as we all headed out with the FBI guys. Detective Morgan came up to talk to us.

"That's it. He's in custody. We'll give your contact information to the FBI in case they need to update you or get more information." We stuck around for a few more minutes while they exchanged paperwork and information. Then we were free to leave. Colin and I thanked the Q' members and promised to recognize their help on the website so that everyone knew we had solved this attack because of them. It was a win in every category and the power of the Q' was obvious. We were now taking down murders. Next stop, the White House. Hmmm...maybe we needed a more powerful place. What's the Chinese Government headquarters? The Forbidden City or something like that. That could be the name of our Island, The Forbidden Island... nah, sounds like you're not allowed to do anything there. Maybe Fantasy Island. Wasn't that a TV show that had something to do with Tattoos?

We had been to Seattle a few times so it wasn't like we needed to sightsee. We all trekked to the airport and headed home. It was the fastest trip we had ever taken and we got home in record time. The longest part of the trip was going through customs at either end.

"We'll be in touch guys. Good job today. You certainly had a dedicated team of friends to be able to stay on that guy for so long. Made our job so much easier," Detective Morgan said.

"You have no idea," Colin smiled and shook their hands. I gave in and shook as well. I'd disinfect my hand when I got home. Colin suggested that we grab the guys and go out for a late dinner, so we headed back to the house. When we got there, a party was in full swing.

Next chapter will be more exciting. Needed to get that dangling part out of the way first. NO, not THAT dangling part...the part about the murderer guy. Get your head out of the gutter. Why do people put their heads in gutters? Strange use of your head...and gutters. What was I talking about? Right...Next chapter soon. Comments always welcome outinwest@gmail.com