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- Someone Like You<br><br>�So,� the chief said,
- looking at the assembled officers in the squad room,
- �there we have it. A number of bizarre robberies, with
- -- I hesitate to say this � seemingly impossible
- entries. Doors locked, all manner of alarm systems, both
- institutional and home, but regardless, the stuff was carried
- off.� He paused, as a patrolman raised his hand in the
- front row. �Yes, Kozinski?�<br><br>�What was taken?�
- <br><br>The Chief scratched his head, and coughed. He seemed
- almost embarrassed. He shuffled his feet, and shuffled
- his notecards before replying, a final-throat
- clearing before he began.<br><br>�Item 1: From a local
- bank, five hundred thousand dollars � in
- pennies.�<br><br>He didn�t look at the officers to see their
- expressions. He felt the incredulity, like a wave. He shuffled
- and coughed again.<br><br>�Item 2: From a private
- residence � several large, jumbo-sized stuffed animals.� He
- wouldn�t let himself be stopped this time.<br><br>�Item 3:
- An industry-sized vat of chocolate syrup, from a
- confectionry plant.�<br><br>�Item 4: From the local grocery:
- an entire freezer case worth of Hagen-Das. Their
- entire stock. And �� he puffed out a breath, relieved it
- was over �� that�s all we know. No fingerprints,
- fluids, or any samples of hair. The one possible clue is
- this: the lab techs suggest the lack of evidence may
- suggest some kind of plastic sheeting or surgical wear.
- Booties to avoid footprints, that sort of thing. No other
- ideas.�<br><br>He looked over the sea of faces again. It pleased
- him to see they were being professional about this,
- and not ridiculing him. �I won�t lie to you. It�s
- bizarre, and there�s certainly not much to go on.
- Nonetheless, a crime has been comitted. But I trust you�ll
- follow all the usual procedures. And, with a little
- luck, we can bring this to a close quickly.� His eyes
- settled on the dark-skinned young woman in the front row.
- �Detective Mord,� he said, raising his voice to indicate she
- was being summoned, �could I see you in my office,
- please? The rest of you are dismissed.�<br><br>Rhonda
- Mord, the pliable policewoman known as Rubber Maid,
- entered the Chief�s office and shut the door behind her.
- �Please be seated,� the Chief said. His voice was
- professional, and didn�t sound particularly hostile. The rubber
- woman sat, while the Chief regarded her over the rims
- of his glasses.<br>He raised a hand as he saw her
- mouth begin to move, wishing to forestall all
- questions.<br><br>�To put you at ease, Detective, you are not, nor have
- you ever been, considered a suspect. I will admit I
- did go through the usual process of elimination; no
- sense being sloppy. I know you, Rhonda, and we�re both
- familiar with your talents and off-duty pursuits. You�re a
- good cop, your record is flawless, and I see no reason
- to change that opinion. And, we both know you have
- solid alibis for all the crimes in question. That�s not
- why you�re here. I wanted you to know that.� He was
- rewarded with one of her bright smiles, but also saw her
- shoulders relax, ever so slightly.
- I�m relieved,� Mord said. �It did cross my mind,
- me being Rubber Maid and all, you would arrive at
- the same conclusion I did. I could have committed
- those robberies. The �impossible entry� isn�t all that
- impossible for me.�<br><br>The Chief nodded. �Also, that�s
- why I want you working on this case. Your insight
- could give us some clues as to method. As to WHY �� he
- shrugged. �That�s something else. I�ll give you a list of
- the guys working on it. You�re reasonably well-known,
- so we don�t need to be too hush-hush.� He passed her
- a piece of paper, saying �You know all of them, so
- there shouldn�t be a problem. Let me know if there
- is.�<br><br>Rhonda�s head and elongated neck squeezed itself out of
- the sprinkler spout, and snaked down to where
- Detective Rushton Sparks was looking up at the
- confectionary�s warehouse ceiling. He was unsuprised by the sight
- of a woman�s head on the end of a forty-foot neck
- half-looped over his shoulder. He half-turned from her,
- looked at the long strand of ductile detective emerging
- from the spout, without expression, and nodded. �I
- think you�re right � is there something special I
- should be calling you right now?�<br><br>Rhonda
- stretched herself further, as a courtesy, eliminating
- Rushton�s need to turn his head back and look at her.
- �We�re colleagues. That�s it. No change.� Her voice
- softened. �Does this bother you?�<br><br>�Nope. I�ve seen
- freakier things after a bad bean burrito and chunky
- five-alarm chili at midnight. No alarms on the sprinkler
- system, so I guess you�re right. I think we are done
- here.� He paused, pacing slightly, Rhonda�s neck draping
- around his shoulders and dragging like a living fur
- stole, or feather boa. �Wish I could figure out the
- fingerprints, though.�<br><br>Rhonda drew back slightly. �Hold
- on, I�ve got a theory about that too.� She stretched
- the rest of her body through the pipe like
- toothpaste, until her shoulders and upper limbs popped free,
- swelling to their normal proporations. She held an elastic
- hand in front of his face, palm up. �See my hand?
- Watch.� She concentrated, and her hand became smooth,
- featureless. Her fingerprints and the line of her palm, were
- neatly erased. Sparks prodded it curiously. �Still feels
- like flesh, though. The lab boys thought it was
- plastic. Or at least, they said it had properties that
- looked like plastic.�<br><br>�That,� Rhonda said, �I
- can�t help you with. Let me get down.� Her neck and
- torso coiled itself into an upside-down Slinky, and she
- relaxed, letting herself slip through the pipe, bouncing
- with an audible SPROING, and popping back into her
- proper shape, and onto her feet in the same motion. She
- grinned and bowed, throwing her arms wide. �Ta-da!�
- Sparks was still unmoved. <br><br>�Tell me Sparky, have
- you got no sense of wonder at ALL?�<br><br>�That�s
- what my mother tells me.� <br><br>They headed for the
- car.
- The Woman In Red<br><br>In the car, Sparks
- suddenly stiffened, reaching for the radio. It crackled.
- <br><br>�Calling all units, calling all units. We have a hostage
- situation at the top of the Caoutchouc building at the
- corner of West and Fulmont. I repeat, there is a hostage
- situation at the top of the Caoutchouc building, West and
- Fulmont. The suspect is described as a woman, Caucausian,
- 5 foot 7, hair black and cut in a pageboy, eyes
- blue. Suspect appears to be wearing some form of red
- full-body latex catsuit. She does not appear to be armed.
- The hostages are a busload of twenty schoolchildren
- ages five to eight, twenty all told. They are
- unharmed. SWAT is en route to the situation. Calling all
- ��<br><br>Sparks and Mord looked at each other. Mord, behind the
- wheel, nodded to the unspoken question. �That�s two
- blocks away. Let�s punch it, Sparky. Let�s see how Ms
- Fetish Freak deals with the REAL long arm of the
- law!�<br><br>Sparks, pressed back in his seat from Rubber Maid�s
- acceleration, was too busy hanging on for dear life to
- respond.<br><br>SWAT had cordoned off the area under the building, and
- the reporters and all-too human rubberneckers had
- been pushed back a respectable distance. Mord, costume
- covered by a trenchcoat, and Sparks flashed their tin,
- moving forward to speak with the SWAT commander. When
- asked the questions about demands, the squat,
- barrel-like man shook his head.<br><br>�There�s a ransom
- demand. To be paid in FOIL-COVERED CHOCOLATE COINS, and
- MONOPOLY MONEY. She says, if the ransom isn�t met, she�s
- sending one of the kids down to the pavement. It sounds
- nasty.�<br>He lifted a phone to his ear.<br><br>Mord and Sparks
- locked eyes �Do you think �?� his gaze
- said.<br><br>�Absolutely.� her eyes responded.<br><br>�HEY!� boomed a voice
- from somewhere up in the clouds. It didn�t sound
- amplified electronically, but it carried well, despite the
- distance. �THE FIFTEEN MINUTES ARE UP, LITTLE PIGGIES, AND
- YOU DON�T HAVE MY CHOCKIES AND PAPER MONEY! I TOLD
- YOU THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN � KID MEETS PAVEMENT!
- BYE-BYE, KIDDIES!�<br><br>Shrieks from the crowd. The SWAT
- team tensed up, shoving back the people attempting to
- crowd in. Rubber Maid gave a surreptitious neck
- stretch, trying to peer through the smog and smoke, but
- even at fifteen feet she could see nothing, trying to
- spot a falling body she could get to and cushion, but
- still, there was nothing.<br><br>The SWAT commander
- gulped a teary, choked �No,� and stared at his useless
- phone.<br><br>All sound, all motion ceased. People strained to see,
- to hear, faces the colour of cheese. Then they heard
- it.<br><br>Sparks frowned. �Does that sound like�giggling to you?�
- Rhonda curled around and stared. She�d heard him
- quite well. �Yeah, it does.�<br><br>They all heard it
- then. It WAS giggling.<br><br>Two young children, a boy
- and a girl, descended through the clouds. Their
- cheeks were distorted by lollipops the size of their
- chubby fists, and they popped the damp sweets from their
- mouths every so often to fall into each other�s arms and
- giggle.<br><br>They were cradled in what looked like a swing,
- supported on long ropes of what looked like � Mord noted
- this with PARTICULAR interest � red latex. As the
- chair passed her, she saw it was formed of a pair of
- hands, fingers interlaced, and inflated to larger than
- normal size. She felt the click of connection in her
- cop�s brain. She swiveled her elongated neck, and
- stared down at Detective Rushton Sparks. They might have
- been alone; everyone else was in awe, watching the
- cheerful, happy, and quite healthy children descend in
- their living chair.<br><br>�Tag,� Mord said lightly,
- �she�s it. Care to bet it�s some other elastic freak
- doing this?� Rushton smiled, half-relief at the
- children�s safety, half cop-on-the-hunt, and shook his head.
- �Not at those odds. You get your OWN freak on, and
- bring her in, Detective.�<br><br>As Rhonda shucked the
- trenchcoat with ease, and began to bounce and spiderwalk her
- way up the side of the building, she heard the
- woman�s voice drifting down. It sounded mock-sad, and had
- a manic energy running through it.<br><br>�THERE!
- THERE! YOU SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO? WE WERE HAVING SUCH
- FUN UP HERE, BUT NOOO, YOU PARTY-POOPERS HAD TO
- DECIDE THEY�RE BEST WITH MUMMY AND DADDY DIDN�T YOU? RUN
- ALONG KIDDIES, AND HAVE A GOOD LIFE NOW! THE REST OF US
- ARE GOING TO STAY UP HERE, AND HAVE FUN. I STILL WANT
- MY CHOCKIES AND MONEY THOUGH, OR I SEND ANOTHER KID
- HOME TO A DULL LIFE WITH THEIR PARENTS!�<br><br>Rubber
- Maid found herself pacing the retracting arms as she
- zipped up the side of the building. They were completely
- covered in the red latex-like substance; not even nails
- were visible. It was a pretty close race.<br>Snapping
- like a rubberband, she flattened herself like a sheet
- � the air currents at the top were were stiff,
- compared to the calm formed by the building�s bulk, and
- glided herself to an abrupt landing.<br><br>The kids all
- sat together, like they were at a school assembly.
- They weren�t bound, and many of them were also sucking
- on lolipops, or eating Tootsie Rolls, or ice-cream.
- She noted tubs of Hagen-Das were stacked up in neat
- rows and thought �So that�s were the stuff all went.�
- Almost neat rows � several were mired in a melting slush
- of ice cream that dribbled in sticky pools on the
- roof. Some other children cuddled up to a selection of
- large stuffed animals. And a series of cloth bags, from
- which pennies were spilling.<br><br>And then, there was
- the woman. Neck to toes in bright red latex, pageboy
- hair dangling blackly around her neck, her back to
- Mord. Mord whistled, and the woman�s head swung round,
- neck stretching not unlike her own, to stare at her.
- Bright red lipstick that matched her outfit. She looked
- almost surprised.<br><br>�Police,� Mord said quietly.
- �Let the kids go. You�re under arrest for theft, and
- endangering minors.�
- The woman scratched her head with an elongated
- finger, and frowned. Mord noticed the manic sparkle in
- her blue eyes � clearly she was psychotic, but,
- judging from the way she�d �released her hostages�, not
- necessarily psychopathic. �Endangering? What do you mean?
- They�re perfectly safe. Look.�<br><br>Rubber Maid saw the
- edges of the building were covered by a wall of thin,
- semi-translucent, red, stretchy stuff. Her vault and glide had
- taken her over it with ease, so she hadn�t noticed.
- More than high enough to prevent the kids from falling
- over it, but � she poked a rubbery finger into it, and
- was surprised at the amount of give, but not
- convinced. �Doesn�t look safe.�<br><br>The woman smiled.
- �D�you know anything about polymers, or polymer
- compounds?� Her voice, though manic also sounded authorative.
- Mord reminded herself that insane didn�t mean
- unintelligent, either.<br><br>�No.� Rubber Maid
- admitted.<br><br>�Then don�t worry about it. Trust the Unstable
- Molecutie � it�s safe.� Another grin. �I was waiting for
- you. I was kind of hoping you�d show up.�<br><br>�You
- know me,� Mord deadpanned. Great, my own supervillain
- nemesis, she thought. And her own elastic�s
- LOOSE.<br><br>�Sure!� The Unstable Molecutie said, hands moving
- animatedly. A glob of red, rubbery substance had formed
- between them, and she was passing it unconsciously from
- hand to hand, then bouncing it like a ball. �You�re
- The Woman From Glad.�<br><br>Mord�s jaw dropped. �I
- beg your pardon?�<br><br>The woman pouted. �I was
- sure that was it.� She shook her head, and waved a
- hand distractedly. Then she snapped her fingers, thumb
- and hand inflating. The ball splatted limply to the
- roof and stuck there. The sound more like a popping
- balloon. �Got it!� She cocked her hand like a gun,
- pointing at Rubber Maid. �Tupperware Broad. THAT�S
- it!�<br><br>�Nuh-uh,� Rubber Maid said, shaking her head. �Try again.�
- She was grinning in spite of herself. The woman�s
- manic humour was infectious.<br><br>�Saran-Wrap Lass.
- GOTCHA!� Two balloon-pops this time. A grin. Mord
- suspected she was unconsciously stretching her mouth, to
- grin that WIDELY. �Tell me I�m wrong!�<br><br>�Okay ��
- The woman leaned forward expectantly. �You�re wrong.�
- She literally laughed when the woman�s jaw sagged all
- the way to the roof. �Enough with the long face,�
- Mord said, and slapped her hand over her mouth to
- smother the giggle. Did I just SAY that?<br><br>�How
- about I guess your name?� The woman shook her head
- violently, neck twisting on itself like a spring. Her voice
- gravelled, in an imitation of James Cagney. �Put bamboo
- shoots under my fingernails, but you�ll never drag the
- name Polymer out of me you dirty
- rat!�<br><br>�Polymer!�
- Mord tensed when she saw Polymer�s arms elongate,
- and snake over to the children. Tendrils emerged, and
- shaped themselves into earmuffs, fitting snugly over all
- the kids�s ears. Polymer took a deep breath, and
- leaned over her self-erected barrier.<br><br>�DRAT!� she
- yelled. �Oh, SHOOT! DARN IT TO HECK!� Then she
- straightened up, her arms retracting and releasing the
- children. �Sorry about that. Can�t have the kids exposed to
- bad influences, can we?� The Cheshire Cat smile
- again.<br><br>�Um, okay,� Mord said. �Listen, that trick with the
- goop you did?�<br><br>�Yeah?� Polymer looked EAGER,
- Rubber Maid saw uneasily, like a young puppy
- dog.<br><br>�Can you make a kiddie slide out of
- that?�<br><br>�Sure,� Polymer said slowly. �But I got a better idea.
- Grab my legs.�<br><br>Mord grabbed her legs,
- reluctantly. Polymer giggled and wrapped her legs snugly
- around her, encircling Mord from her neck to her ankles
- in pneumatic coils, her feet tickling and wiggling
- Rubber Maid�s ears, pinching her cheeks like hands.
- �Cootchie-coo! Isn�t this fun?�<br>�Hey!� the pliant policewoman
- protested, struggling to get her arms free.<br><br>�C�mon
- kids,!� Polymer called. �Come have a ride on Auntie
- Polymer! No pushing now!� She stretched herself as the
- kids piled on, so they all securely fit, and had
- secure �walls� to prevent them from falling off.<br>She
- stretched her neck to Rubber Maid. �Grab the candy � oh,
- never mind.� A HUGE hand scooped up the chocolates, and
- passed them round. �Hold tight, now, kiddies!� A deep
- breath. �And AWAYYYYY WE GO! WHEEEEEE!� Polymer�s torso
- shot forward like a rocket, her elongated neck zipping
- away like a falling Wile E. Coyote in a Warner
- Brothers cartoon. Shrieks of laughter and pleased
- giggles.<br><br>The ductile detective could have easily squirmed
- free, but, she realised, that would have robbed Polymer
- of a legitimate anchor point, and put the kids at
- risk. Only one thing to do. She snapped her head
- forward, like a head butt, and let her neck stretch with
- the movement. She poured it on, putting every ounce
- of her being into the stretch. She barely heard the
- Unstable Molecutie�s �Howdy, girlfriend!� as she slithered
- by.<br><br>Then her head broke through the clouds, and she saw
- the crowds below them. No time for it. Her mouth and
- lips pursed � then BULGED OUT into the form of a
- megaphone.<br><br>�SPARKY!� Mord bellowed. �THE KIDS ARE COMING DOWN, AND
- THEY�RE OK! GET THE SWAT BOYS READY TO TAKE THEM UP AND
- GIVE THEM TO THEIR PARENTS! DO IT NOW!� She saw the
- speck that must have been Rushton Sparks nod. Then the
- clouds were rushing by her as her neck retracted.
- Loose Elastic<br><br> <br>Detective Rhonda
- Mord rubbed and massaged her neck. The crowd was
- beginning to break up, parents and children safely
- reunited. Rushton Sparks looked at her with
- concern.<br>�Does the Latex Lieutenant require assistance?� he
- asked, tone light.<br><br>�Cute, though inaccurate,�
- Mord said. �But I�ll be fine. Nothing strained, but
- I�ve never done that so intensely before. Give me a
- minute.� She blew air from her cheeks in a tremendous
- sigh. �Any sign of Polymer?�<br><br>�De nada,� Sparks
- said, and shrugged. �Looks like she got away. At least
- we recovered the stuff, and no one was
- hurt.�<br><br>�Yeah, I guess so,� Mord said. �But she worries me. She
- wasn�t kidding when she called herself
- unstable.�<br><br><br>The SWAT commander watched the rest of his team pile
- into vans and pull away, then moved to his own,
- private car. He moved to put his keys in the
- lock.<br><br>�Well, THAT was FUN, don�t you agree?� came a voice from
- nowhere.<br><br>His keys clanked to the pavement.<br><br>Something
- squeezed up through the neck of his body armour and stared
- him in the face. An attractive female face with black
- pageboy hair, blue eyes, and dark red lips that pecked
- him on the cheek. She regarded him
- archly.<br><br>�You cops are always SOOO serious. All that
- REPRESSION,� she cooed, as she unwrapped herself from his
- body, becoming liquid, and flowing off of him. �Lighten
- up. LIVE a little!�<br><br>Then, she was a puddle,
- regarding him from the pavement. Her face rippled as she
- grinned. �Oopsie. See ya,� and she began to flow away,
- using the gutter of the pavement to increase speed.
- Then, he saw a bright red ball puff into existance, and
- roll sedately away at the kerb.<br><br>Then he heard
- the CLANK, as the weight of his gun and nightstick
- pulled his unbuckled and unzipped pants down around his
- ankles.
- END
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