"A Warning Perhaps?" the conclusion~ for Wednesday is all about April

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link to part 1: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/625452.html
link to part 2: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/638266.html





Mark changed into his best ‘duds,’ and carrying his cowboy hat with him to accessorized his Western-style outfit.

April dressed in a yellow mini-skirt (with the shim slipped into the hem), white tank top and a matching yellow jacket with fringed sleeves. Completing the ensemble; she wore a pair of white western style boots. No hat though, that she thought was just over the top, and she’d gone to the trouble of arranging her auburn hair in seductive looking bouffant. Dangling from her ears were miniature gold replicas of oil well towers.

“So what do you think?” She gave a little spin for her partner.

“Honest opinion?”

“Darling, of course.”

“Completely over the top and tacky,” Mark cringed, half expecting a cuff on the arm from her.

“Good, that’s what I was going for,” Dancer flashed him a smile. “Now ya’ll ready brother dear?”

Mark nodded as he put on his tan hat, giving it a flick with his finger.

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Agent Springfield drove Mark and April to the Henderson ranch in the ostentatious Cadillace, arriving right on time. As the auburn-haired agent stepped from the car, she stopped dead in her tracks; staring at the Henderson house...It was exactly the same as she’d seen it in her dream.

“What’s wrong...luv, I mean darlin’…” Mark quickly changed his speech pattern to have a bit of a drawl, masking his British accent.

“Oh déjà vu, that’s all.”

“April everything will be fine,” he reassured her, taking hold of her hand and giving it a pat.

“Keep telling me that...brother dear.”

The two agents climbed the steps to the grand entrance, handing over their invitation to the guard at the door. Once inside they were escorted through to the great room where drinks were being served and of course where Big Bill could survey his guests and most likely his next victims.

Slate and Dancer’s cover story included their father owning oil fields in Oklahoma...in which both of them had a stake; part ownership but fully inherited upon their father’s death.

“Why howdy ya’ll, welcome,” a heavy set man in a white linen suit wearing a white cowboy hat… a ten gallon hat to be precise greeted them. Obviously his people had given the man a heads up upon the arrival of his new guests.  He eyed April as he offered his hand to Slate, being an obvious chauvinist, he refrained from do the same with her.

“Why Missy don’t you just look all bright and sunny! You are a meal for a hungry man’s eyes.”

April smiled, giving him a shy and demure look, and batting her eyelashes as she was trying to swallow her fear. He looked just like he did in her dream.

“Oh please Grace, don’t let my dream come true? Please watch over me?” She uttered a silent prayer to her guardian angel.

Henderson was immediately taken with her. “Now what can I get you to drink little Miss… I do apologize as I was so entranced by your beauty I forgot your name. “ He just oozed with false sincerity.

“Oh my, it’s April, sugar,” she added a little Southern drawl for effect.

“Well Miss April what can I get you to drink and you to Mr. Slate?”

“Oh I don’t know...what’s a popular drink here in Texas?” April spoke first.

“Why an ‘Alamo’ would suit you just fine...it’s Southern Comfort and unsweetened Texas grapefruit juice; perfect drink for a fine lady such as yourself.”

“You flatter me Mr. Henderson, but that drink sounds downright delicious. I’ll give it a try.”

“Call me Big Bill,” he smiled.

“Whiskey on the rocks for me,”Mark chimed in.

“And honey why do they all call you Big Bill?” April continued the flirtatious conversation.

“Aw shucks Missy that’s something right personal, but if you play your cards right…I can show you later.”

Aprils response was to giggle, “Why Big Bill, now y’all have me intrigued.” She cast a furtive glance at her partner as she took a sip from her drink.

“Oh my that’s strong...good but strong.”

“Well we’ll see how you feel after a few of them. Now Miss April I’d be honored to escort you out back for the barbeque, if you please?” Henderson offered her his arm.

“Thank you kind sir. It’s nice to see chivalry is alive and well here in Texas.” April wrapped her arm around his.

At this point Slate was being virtually ignored; his cue to back off and explore the house. He needed documents showing the land transfers to Henderson, the name of the lawyer who handled them...and anything else that would incriminate the man regarding his nefarious activities.

April strolled out with Henderson, and he deftly took her on a tour of his gardens, obviously luring her away from the noise of the party. It was as as she saw in her dream and she froze in her tracks as she spotted the infamous box where she’d been imprisoned and nearly smoked to death.

Moments later Henderson was all over her, pulling off her jacket and groping at her and trying to take off the rest of her clothes. The dream was coming true but April steeled herself and she wasn’t going to let him win.

“Come on darlin’ give us a little sugar. You know you want to?” He puckered up his big fat lips like some sort of fish.

“I beg your pardon. I’m not that kind of girl!” April promptly kneed him in the groin and as he bent over, cupping his hands over his family jewels, she kicked him squarely in the face. Henderson went reeling backwards; staggering, he regained his footing and turned beat red as charged at her like a raging bull.

April pulled her perfume atomizer containing a tranquilizer formula from her purse and was just about to use it once he got within spraying range.

“You little bitch, I’ll show you who’s boss round here!” He started to unbuckle his belt but stopped, suddenly looking glassy-eyed. He fell forward, flat on his face and Dancer spotted a sleep dart protruding from his fat neck.

“You all right luv?” Mark appeared out of the bushes, grinning from ear to ear.

“I am now. Perfect timing.”  She picked up her jacket, putting it on and tried to make herself look presentable.”Did you get what we needed?”

“That and a whole lot more,” Mark held up a mini-camera.

“Then let’s get out of here before Henderson here is discovered,”April said

“Wait a sec ducks...I have an idea but I’ll need your help.”

Slate grabbed Henderson by the arms and with his partner’s help he dragged the man over to the smokebox and together they managed to get him inside.  There was no fire but at least he was out of sight and they’d be able to make their get away without an alarm being sounded.

The pair strolled their way through the rest of the guests, making their way through the front door, and there they flagged down Agent Springfield. It took but a minute for them to climb into the caddy as it pulledup and make a quick getaway.

April pulled her communicator from her purse.“Open Channel D-Dancer.”

“Yes Miss Dancer, you’re a bit late on your check in. How goes it?” Waverly asked in surprisingly gentle tone. He was sitting at his console, holding a microphone in his hand. Standing beside him was Lisa Rogers, who was pouring his afternoon tea.

“Mission accomplished sir. We’re returning to the Wayne Ranch and from there we’ll head directly out to the airport.”

“Brava. Well done the both of you...and I see you managed to get past your apprehensions because of your nightmare.”

“Yes sir, but I couldn’t have done it without Mr. Slate.”

“Very well then. I will expect your reports upon your return. Waverly out.”

Returning to the Wayne ranch; they changed their clothes and did exactly as planned, heading to the airport.  Once there, April breathed a sigh of relief as she settled into her seat on the plane.

Mark was seated beside her, dressed now in his usual attire, including his favorite corduroy hat.

She leaned over to him, whispering to him in hushed tones. “Thank you Mark. You had my back for sure. Between you and my guardian angel Grace, I was in good hands.”

“Well it did help that you told me your dream, so I knew where to look for you...April,” Mark whispered,” I never said anything about this ‘Grace’ thing you’ve gone on about,  but I’ll tell you a secret...oddly enough my middle name is Grace...that was my mum’s maiden name, so  my full name is Marcus Grace Slate. So you talked about Grace watching over you, when maybe it was me all along,whether you want believe it or not.”

“ That’s  amazing but still I won’t discount my guardian angel having a hand in things...now you though. You’re  not only my partner but my friend and my other guardian angel here on terra firma.” She leaned over, giving him another kiss on the cheek.

Slate turned beet red.

“Why Mark Slate, you’re blushing.”

He nervously pulled at his collar. “Am I? Wow, is it my imagination or is it awfully in here?”

“Hmm, yes it is a little warm,” April smiled, letting him off the hook.

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A week later Alexander Waverly called the pair into his office for a follow-up to their Texas mission.

“It seems that Big Bill Henderson has met his demise; leaving his little empire in disarray. The people he duped out of their land have filed a class-action suit and it looks as though they’ll be getting back their property along with damages paid by the estate.”

“How did he die?”April asked.

“Hmm, seems he was killed inside his smoker when someone lit a fire beneath it. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”

Mark and April looked at each other in dismay; answering “No,” in unison.

“Hmmm,” Waverly sucked on his pipe,” I thought as much…”

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No neither 'Grace' would have done that...most likely one of Henderson's lackeys. Thanks for the comment and compliment, whoever you are!