section7mfu | The Double Blond Affair~chapter 10~ " I just called to say..."

link to chapter 9: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/197652.html

As soon as Mallard's momentum stopped he crawled quickly through the brush, trying to escape those maniacs with the rifles. Who this Kuryakin fellow was, he had no idea, and no doubt when they did catch up with the real one, there was going to be some sort of reckoning.

He planned not to be around for that and crawled through the thick underbrush as quickly as he could, and at least his hands tied in front of him made for easier maneuvering.

The sedan had screeched to a halt and he heard the mens voices yelling to each other as to where to start searching. Then an argument of sorts began between them, allowing him even more time to get farther away from them.

He could still hear them battling it out in the distance like two school children, and little by little their voices faded until they were inaudible.

Donald halted his escape beside a rather large rock, and rubbing the ropes against a sharp edge, he cut though them in no time.

As he walked through the woods, he worked his way around in an arc, leading back to the road but ahead of where he guessed the sedan had last been, in hopes they would double back in search of him. After wandering along the tree line as it paralleled the road, he happened upon a small diner, its copper metallic siding now dull with parts of it stained from age.

“Oh thank heavens,” he muttered, staggering up to a telephone booth to the rear of the building.

He reached into his pocket, praying he had change and found one single dime...enough for a short telephone call. Mallard looked at his wristwatch, noting the time and convinced himself his traveling companions were no doubt blottoed out of their minds somewhere in a bar in Manhattan.

He knew no one...”Wait a minute?” He dug in his pocket again for a slip of paper, one he’d written a telephone number on. “Damn,” he cursed, not finding it, then racking his brain, he recalled the number, one digit at a time.

“NY.I- 5555. That had to be it,” he said as he spun the rotary dial.

It rang several times before a familiar voice answered, “Hello?”

“Yes, Shirley its Donald. Sorry to bother you like this, but I'm in a bit of a mess and I need your help....” He explained his predicament to her.

“Well, I’m sorry I can’t help you, but there was a couple of guys just here who can. And would you believe it one of them could have been your twin brother, but I could tell it wasn't you...he didn’t have that cute little gap like you have between your front teeth and his kissed differently from you."

Ducky was sure the woman could see him blushing over the telephone, “His name didn’t happen, per chance, to be Kuryakin, did it?