XVII. CHEEZIT, DA COPS!

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HONOLULU'S CAVALRY MAKES AN APPEARANCE

A CHILD-MOLESTER LIVES TO RAPE ANOTHER DAY

Holly & Kris Take It On The Lam

(Part Seventeen; Part One is HERE.)

"Sh*t! Look at all those cops!" Holly whispered.

Kris started the car and swung around behind the gas station. He got out and took the taxi dome light out of the trunk, clapped it on the roof and plugged it in. "Duck down," he told Holly as he pulled out of the shopping center and rolled past the cops. They ignored the cab. Kris turned onto the beach road, bypassing downtown Kailua and the police substation there. He turned onto the back road to Enchanted Lake and rolled quietly all the way to the Kalanianaole Highway, turning south toward Waimanalo.

"Where you going now?"

"Scenic route. Cops'll be watching the other way." He didn't want to ride the Pali Highway right into the Chinatown drug supermarket, either. Holly had been off crack for four days, now.

"Can we stop for a soda or something? I'm dying of thirst."

"Well, it beats getting shot to death."

"HAH! Yeah! Boy! That was close, hunh?"

"Very close."

"You were really going to kill my Dad for me?"

"Did he really rape you?"

"Yeah. I told you. Lotta times."

"OK, then."

"Cuz you love me, right?"

"You're OK."

"Ah! Just OK, now?"

"Kinda funny-looking."

"You said I was beautiful, too."

"Yeah. But in a funny way."

"Shut up!"

Kris pulled over at a 7/11 in Waimanalo. They went inside and Holly fixed herself a Slurpee with two different flavors and got a small bag of Cheezits. Kris got coffee and bottled water. The big Hawaiian girl at the register rang him up.

Two Hawaiian men in their fifties came in and each went the opposite way, circling the store. They met at the back near the beer cooler and tried to tug it open. It was after midnight, and the cooler was locked until morning. "SHIT!" one of them shouted. The other one grabbed a couple of small bottles of vodka from an open shelf and ran for the door. The big Hawaiian girl was already there, blocking the way. "SHIT!" the same guy shouted, from behind. The other one gave her the bottles and she let him go outside. The first guy edged past the clerk, saying, "What time you coming home?"

"After six o'clock in the morning." replied the clerk.

"Bring some beer wit' you," demanded the thief.

"I not old enough," the clerk said.

"How old, you, now?" asked the thief.

"Nineteen, Dad," the clerk sighed.

"Oh. Must be da addah one," the thief responded.

"Yeah." He went outside. The other guy yelled, "Good night, Leilani!"

"Good night, Uncle John." She sighed and came back behind the counter. "Anything else?"

"Nope."

"I'll use my card for gas, OK?"

"OK. Pump numba 2 no work," the clerk offered.

"OK, thanks."

Holly jumped up on the trunk of the cab and sat there drinking her Slurpee, watching Kris fill the cab's tank with gasoline.

"Almost empty, hunh?"

"Almost."

As Kris finished pumping the gas and put the hose back on the pump, the two Hawaiian men approached him.

"Eh, braddah, any likkah on you?" It was the thief.

"No, sorry. Can't drink when I'm working."

"You da taxi-man?" the other one asked.

"Yep."

"So, make choke money, den?" the other one went on.

"Not tonight."

"Eh, lend me five, brah," demanded the thief.

"No can do."

"Can," threatened the other one.

"Sorry."

"What you sorry for, you fahkkin' haole?" the thief asked belligerently.

"Yeah, we make you good an' sorry, fahkkin haole!" the other one joined in, advancing with a stick in his hand.

The big Hawaiian girl popped her head out of the store. "Eh, you like me call Uncle Kimo?"

"Oh, yeah, call da fahkkin' sheriff! Wake 'em up!" shouted the thief.

"Already up. Was just in heah."

"Yeah, well..." murmured the other one.

The two men backed off and ambled away. The girl went back in the store. Holly waved to her and she waved back. They got back in the cab and pulled onto the highway. A stick hit the back of the car.

"Plenny excitement tonight, eh, Kris?"

He grunted his assent, keeping an eye on the dark two-lane highway, watching for pedestrians suddenly running across the road, a common occurrence "up da country."

"Whatsamatter, you gettin' bored of me?"

"No. Just a little sleepy."

"You want me to drive?"

"Uh, no, that's OK..."

"Don't trust me?"

"Nope."

"HAH! You fahkkah!"

They passed Bellows Air Force Base and came to the beach park. The skies were clearing and the stars were coming out. Off in the distance, a light was shining in the sky. It grew slowly larger and brighter, then began to revolve and turn from blue-white to reddish-white as it suddenly shot across the sky diagonally, upwards and to the East. Just as suddenly, it shot right back again, and seemed to hover over Plague Island, the "secret" lab.

"HOLY SH*T!!! Did you see that???"

"I think so."

Pull over!"

Kris pulled into the beach parking lot. He and Holly got out of the cab and stared at the lights in the sky, just off-shore. The light was now surrounded by smaller lights, revolving around it as it wobbled slowly in mid-air, otherwise stationary.

"Oh, man! You think it's aliens?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

Oh, sh*t, I hope they're friendly!"

"Eh, you bettah hope we friendly, haole girl!" The two Hawaiian men from the 7-11 had suddenly appeared, right behind Kris and Holly. The one with the stick now had a rock, which he aimed at Kris's head.

Just then, the lights in the sky began to move towards them. Holly yelled. A brilliant beam of concentrated greenish-white light shot from the UFO, picking them out one by one. It stopped on the man with the rock. He screamed as the light turned blood-red. The other man turned and ran, and another green light followed him. "JUNIAH-BOY!" he yelped. The light on him turned yellow and he was frozen in his tracks. Two more golden lights fell on Kris and Holly, freezing them, too. Then there was a low buzzing sound, that got louder and louder. Holly yelled again, but she couldn't move. None of them could.

And then the red light was gone. So was the man who had been in it, along with his rock.


[ PART EIGHTEEN TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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