Dangeruss & Tazer

Patrick Sharp and Mike Rob sat in their van, outside of the United Center in Chicago. Patrick was snacking on a gatorade protein bar and choking back tears in the process.

“I miss my Lil Peekaboo, it’s just not the same without him!” the prankster whined, as he took another bite. “And I’m eating his merchandise!!”

Mike was busy typing and decoding the recording, they had gotten from the news. He had his headphones on and looked like a tech-savvy guy. He looked up once, and rolled his eyes. “If it is hurting you so much, don’t eat the dang thing!”

“But it’s so good!” Another tear rolled down his cheek, as he finished off the bar and reached for another.

Mike reached out and stopped him, before he could even wrap his fingers around another bar. “Dude, you have a problem. Stop and help me with this thing!”

“You’re right. Just one more, though…”

“No! Sharpy, come on!”

“Okay. Fine. Maybe later.”

“When we save Kaner, go ahead!”

“Alright!” He moved around and sat beside the football player. “So, what should I do?”

“Well, I believe I was able to separate the background noise from the audio. Listen to the background sounds.”

Mike pressed a button, while Patrick leaned over and listened to the recording. He heard a lot of static at first, but as he focused, more sounds became clear and he recognized a few of them.

“What are you thinking, Sharpy?”

“I don’t know. But I think one of the sounds is some kind of construction crane. And I’m not sure, but another sound reminded me a lot of bird song and nature.”

“So we’ve go nature and construction noises? Anything else?”

“Play the clip again.”

Mike pressed the button again and the recording sounded again. Patrick listen intently once more and then suddenly jerked backward gasping. He threw his hands over his mouth at once in shock.

“What? What is it? What did you hear?”

“Jonathan will know this noise. I can’t remember what it is, but we’ve got to let him know about this! If he hears this recording, he might be able to conclude where Patrick is!”

“Shit!” Mike cussed, as he felt his phone buzz and looked at the screen and the message.

Patrick looked at him, puzzled.

“It’s Russ, apparently we got another victim.”

“Who?”

“Well, it’s another kidnapping.”

“Who?”

“Jermaine Kearse.”

“The Seattle Seahawk forward?”

“Uh, wide reciever, yeah!”

“Fantastic!” Patrick moaned. “We need to get to Dangeruss and Tazer right away with this recording than!”

“Agreed.”

They jumped out of the back of the van, right into the awaiting arms of two masked men, who attacked them. They screamed and fought to get free. The two men struggled to contain them. There was an intense battle, before one of the men was able to discover what they were doing and he snatched the copy of the recording from Mike’s hands.

Mike tried to get it back, but he was shoved backward. The other man, who had Patrick started to drag the prankster toward the car, but Mike recovered and rescued his new friend. They quickly jumped into the van and sped off, heading for where their cop team was.

“Did we lose ‘em?”

Patrick spun around in the passenger seat and looked backward. The car was way behind them and didn’t seem in a rush to catch up to them. And then sure enough it made a sharp right turn and disappeared.

“Yeah.” The Chicago prankster sank down in his seat, heaving a sigh of relief.

“Well, those damn bandits took the recording, but luckily, you were able to hear the sounds. You should be able to translate what you heard to Johnny.”

“Right. It would have been nice, not to play a game of “guess that sound”, but I’m willing to do anything to get our Peeks back!”

“Let’s find our cops then!”

They sped down the streets of Chicago, looking for where the two were.