Not Going Down Without A Fight (Part 2)

[Quick recap: Lucia and D’arcy are on a mission to take down the MSM with the help of a rebel organization called The Twenty Three. They’ve kidnapped Chuck Todd and are ready to break into NBC studios]

Wigs firmly in place, locked and loaded, Lu and D’arcy hustle Chuck out of the van to the employee entrance. Lucia grabs the lanyard around Chuck’s neck and yanks it to access the fob to unlock the door, nearly strangling him in the process. Chuck squeals loudly and gets an elbow in the ribs from D’arcy.

“Shut up or I’ll really give you something to squeak about,” she hissed. The trio enter and look around. No one in sight. “Get us up to the studio now,” Lucia whispers. He looks at her terrified, and says he has to check which one is empty. “Your office, then – you can find out which one is available,” said D’arcy. “Wait! Who do I say you are if we run into someone?” Chuck stammers. “Make something up. I’m Galina and she’s Irina. Russian hookers, remember?  What’s the worst that could happen? Your reputation might actually benefit from this escapade.”

“I really don’t like you touching me there,” whines the Chuckster. Lu pulls up to her full height, puffs up her ample chest, leans close and whispers furiously, “Shaddup, candy ass! Be quiet or I’ll take you down to the boiler room and horse whip the living shit outta’ you.” Shock washed over his face and his toes curled up in his penny loafers. Chuck hadn’t been this scared since he overheard Hillary screaming at Bill about a lace thong she found in his golf shorts.

The trio enters Chuck’s office and hustle over to his computer. D’arcy stands close behind him, pushing her boobs into the back of his neck as he logs in to check the studio schedule. “Uh, could you stand back a bit? I don’t want you to see my password.” “Oh honey,” D’arcy cooed, “your password is the least of your worries.” She did take a step back, more because he was starting to sweat again and didn’t smell that great.

Chuck stared at the scheduling grid, scanning to see what was open. Truth was, this was rather exciting for him, since his personal life was incredibly dull. As long as they didn’t hurt him. “Okay, Studio 3-C is not being used. But I don’t know how to get into the control room to access a feed.”

D’arcy thought for a minute, and then it hit her. One of the Twenty Three is a young woman who is an electronics whiz, as well as a black belt in karate and nun chuck expert. D’arcy whips out her burner phone and calls her.

“Happy. It’s D’arcy. We’re in and need you.” From the squeal heard by both Lucia and Chuck, Happy was, well happy. 

Less than 10 minutes later, Lucia was downstairs with Chuck along to let her in. “What’s up?” Happy said. She was a tiny thing who gave off energy so strong she vibrated. They raced back to the office, where D’arcy and Lucia laid out the plan about taking over a feed to broadcast to all the fake news networks their demands for non-biased reporting.

“No problem; I can do that,” Happy said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Let’s do this!” The four crept out of the office and took the stairs to the third floor. Chuck led them to doors that had the cameras and generic set, with a table and few chairs. Lucia told Chuck to take Happy to the control room, while D’arcy told Happy to hurt him if he tried to escape or alert anyone.

Chuck and Happy leave, after he received a clear warning that Happy was basically a ninja and could eviscerate him with a toothpick if he tried anything. D’arcy and Lucia looked at each other. “You ready, Lu?” 

Lucia looked at D’arcy and said “Hell yeah!”

(To be continued……..)


About D'arcy

D'arcy grew up on an estate in upstate New York, surrounded by staff, with mostly absentee parents. Left to her own devices, she shunned school, read voraciously, and collected animals, first-edition volumes of her favorite books, and occasionally men. D'arcy recently moved out of her apartment on the UES of NYC with her cavachon pup, Aramis, and is currently living at her late parents estate while deciding on where to put down roots. The best way to get on her good side is to have a sense of humor, not take yourself too seriously, and be kind in general. Irritate her, and you'll be greeted with a laser look and a tongue lashing for the ages, and not the good kind.

3 Replies to “Not Going Down Without A Fight (Part 2)”

  1. You guys are an illustrator and colorist away from your your own Super-heroines comic book franchise – FEMMES FATALES.
    And, instead of ratty capes and tights – haute couture and bottes a talon hauts.
    Cha Ching!

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