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Topic: Prosperity (05/11/06)
TITLE: Rex's adventures in the cave
By Tiffanie Chezum
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Rex shined his flashlight, “It’s go’na be my hideout.”
“It is rather dank.” the butler stood near his young principal.
“It’s perfect,” the young man explored the cavern. “I can lurk here while planning my campaigns. Then roam the city at night to protect the innocent.”
“This is not such a good idea. May I ask, why this?”
“You told me to find something worthwhile to do with my time and money.”
The elder gentleman shook his head, “I meant join an organization, give to a charity.”
Rex pulled a large gun from his knapsack, “I already have my first weapon.” He pumped a lever under the barrel, grinning like a child. “It subdues villains with a rubber ball. It’s perfect.”
Poomp, the gun discharged. The ball bounced off the ceiling, ricocheted off the wall and careened off Rex’s forehead.
Rex reclined in his chair, an icepack balanced on the bump over his eye.
“Are you feeling better, sir?” Jenkins held a glass of iced tea.
The young man accepted the drink.
“Are you finished with your adventure?”
A sheepish grin tugged at the corners of Rex’s lips.
“Sir, why are we back in the cave? I thought you had given up your superhero aspirations.”
“I figured it out,” the energetic youth pointed to a large, tarp covered object.
“Are you wearing spandex?”
Rex’s cheeks flushed, he ignored the question. “Here’s the answer to our problems,” the spandex clad man pulled the cover from a large computer. “I’ll be able to monitor police frequencies, get most wanted lists … all kinds of stuff.”
“We are in a cave. Where will you get electricity?”
“We can put up solar panels.”
The butler smirked, “Won’t that ruin the hidden fortress effect?”
“So there’s still a little hitch, but I have a great new tool.” He pulled out a handgun with a sharp tip protruding from the barrel, pointing it straight up, “It’s a grappling gun. I shoot it at the roof of a building and it automatically pulls me up to the top.”
Bang, the gun fired, sending the spear like tip toward the ceiling, a long cable attached. Clank, the tip burrowed into the rock above.
“Let go of the gun, sir!”
Rex’s eyes widened as the cable retracted, accelerating upward, his hands clinched to the gun. “Oof,” he slammed into the rock, the jolt jarred the pistol from his grip. Thud, he landed on his back where he had been standing just moments earlier.
“Are you comfortable?”
“I’m fine. Really,” Rex sat on the edge of his bed.
“The doctor advised you to rest.”
Rex forced a smile.
“Sir, do we really have to keep coming to this cave?”
“The innocent citizens need my protection.”
Jenkins shook his head, “Yes, but who will protect you?”
“Everything’s coming together.”
“Do we have electricity?”
The young man hung his head, “Well … no. But I found a way to carry all my equipment.” He removed a long coat exposing a large belt around his spandex costume, “My utility belt. It’s got my grappling gun, stun grenades, handcuffs, and a spot for my cell phone.”
“I’m still not sure this is smart.”
“Stay here,” he stood the elder man to near the lifeless computer. “When I tell you, pretend to pull a gun and I’ll show you how fast I spring into action.”
Rex ran to the other side of the cave, “I’m ready.”
Jenkins raised his hand, his finger pointing like a gun.
“Ah-ha,” the young man grasped his belt and pulled.
Click, the belt buckle released, it fell to the floor. Jenkins hid behind the computer.
Kaboom, thunderous sounds echoed through the cave. The flashes from the stun devices cast dancing shadows on the wall.
“Don’t worry, sir. The doctor …”
“What? I can barely hear you.”
“The doctor says,” the valet repeated louder, “a few days in the hospital and he’ll let you go home,” he showed a slight grin.
“Jenkins, do you enjoy me being here?”
“It is the only time, as of late, that I am sure you are safe.”
“Sir, please tell me that we are here to seal the cave closed.”
“I can’t stop now. And besides, you haven’t seen my latest acquisition.”
“I’m almost afraid to,” the old man put his hands to his head.
“Look Jenkins. Body armor.”
“Please, sir, don’t show me how it works.”
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