All pertinent information is in Part 1.
Part 9
He'd been discreetly observing them since their return to the West
Wing. He watched in awe as they consumed a huge tin of chocolates and
scurried into the Press Secretary's office with the now empty
container. At one point, Flamingo stepped to her door to check the
hallway and bullpen. He quietly ducked behind a partition. When she
seemed satisfied, she stepped back into her office. With stealth, he
moved closer.
Some type of argument about superheros had insued. Then there was
huddled whispering. A drawer was opened and an object was nervously
wrapped and placed in the tin. It was pretty obvious they were up to no
good. He decided this was important enough to report to his supervisor,
Ron Butterfield. The agent spoke into his mouthpiece and listened for
further instructions. He was to continue observing without intervention
at this time. He was also to give regular updates on their movements.
About fifteen minutes later the agent reported that, at first Flamingo,
Princeton and Harvard had the Communications Director cornered. But
without regard to Princenton's initial outburst, they had formulated a
daring plan instead.
After listening to his agent, Ron pinched the bridge of his nose. He
was in for a massive headache. Finally, he sighed and knocked on the
door of the White House Residence. He knew the President, First Lady
and Leo were up quite late having coffee and reminiscing about their
younger and maybe better days.
Leo opened the door and invited Ron in.
"Good evening, Ron. Out and about kinda late aren't you?"
"Actually, Good Morning, Leo. Sorry to disturb the President, but we
have a situation."
"Really? What's going on?"
Ron hesitated. He didn't want them to get into trouble. Hell, watching
them the last few weeks, there was plenty of trouble to go around. He
just knew what kind of damage they could do.
"We have reason to believe there will be a break in to either your
office or the Oval Office this morning. Maybe in the next half hour."
Leo was shocked. He raised his eyebrows.
"What! By whom? And why don't you seem concerned or surprised?
At this point, Jed and Abbey heard the commotion and came up to the
pair. After a brief greeting, the President asked the head of his
Secret Service contingent to continue.
"Well Sir, as I was just explaining to Leo, there is going to be a
break in. We believe the Chief of Staff's office will be the main
objective. If the group can't find what they're looking for, we project
that the Oval Office will be the alternate target."
The President and Abbey were just as surprised.
"You know who these interlopers are and what they're after, Ron?"
"Yes, Mr. President, we've been tracking their movements for quite some
time now."
Jed, Leo and Abbey looked at Ron. When it was clear he had no intention
of saying anything further, The President prompted.
"And? Ron, you don't seem very forthcoming with the information. I'm
assuming this is going to piss us off or we're going to find it utterly
unbelievable or both. You're afraid, as the messenger, you're going get
killed."
"Well, to be completely truthful Sir, yes."
"Spill it Ron, it can't make things any worse than they already are."
"It's the Senior White House Staff and we believe they are going after
Toby's balls."
Ron squirmed a bit, realizing what he had just verbalized to the
President, First Lady and Leo. He could tell this was going to be no
ordinary headache. Clearly his throat, trying to maintain his dignity,
Ron continued.
"We believe you each are in possession of said balls."
One of the most powerful men on earth looked incredulously at the
agent. Abbey and Leo quirked their eyebrows at each other. Ron pulled
at his collar and tie.
They had just been talking about some of the antics of their youth.
They were glad for those memories especially now, when they needed to
remember something good in their lives. The President thought for a
moment, then looked to Leo and Abbey for more guidance.
Leo smirked, "Let em...we can play with their minds for fun."
"They're minds appear to be going already. They believe themselves to
be Batman, Robin, Wonder Woman and Wingman," Ron volunteered with a
smile of his own.
"I've never heard of a superhero named the Wingman, have you Abbey?"
Abbey played along, "No punkin, can't say that I have. Then again,
comic books were never really my forte."
Jed turned to Leo, "you really want to do this?"
"Well, yeah, don't you?"
"Holy highjinx, let's get em."
"Isn't highjinx like a word from the days of powdered wigs or
something?"
"Shut up, Leo."
Part 10
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