NOTE: This story was sent to me by Eileen, but she is not the auothor. She is a friend of the author, Lynn. Lynn doesn't have a computer so she couldn't send me the story. She had Eileen send it to me. If you want to send comments to Lynn e-mail Eileen at: LtleBit@aol.com
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F/X does not belong to me; it belongs to Rysher and Winterset (sp?) and all
those that are affliated with them. This is not being done for money but for
entertainment and its main purpose is for the praise of a great program.
"KIDDO"
PROLOGUE
"Are you all right, kiddo? You're not hurt, are you?" came the thoughtful
question from Det. Gatti. "No, I'm not hurt. I'm fine" answered Angie
Ramirez, who wasn't hurt just embarrassed at having to be helped up from the
concrete after falling face first. "ANGIE!! What happened?! Are you OK!??!"
Rollie Tyler questioned her as he came running. Tyler as usual was helping
his friends in the NYPD and as usual asked Angie to come along and help him.
Usually she was regulated to the F/X van that was not in plain sight but this
time she was needed in a building that unfortunately was the target of the
NYPD. And unfortunately she was in it when it was raided and demolished.
"Angie!! Are you OK?? Are you hurt?" asked Det. Sanchez. "NO!! I AM
FINE!!!!" snapped Angie.
"I knew it. I knew I should have left you back in the van!! Next time, you
aren't going to talk me out of it!!" Rollie yelled at his young assistant.
"You could have been killed in that blast. It's a good thing that Francis saw
you and got you out in time!! Why didn't you pay attention to the time!!??!
We only went over this 10 times!! That's it!! You stay in the van…better yet,
you stay at the loft!!" At this point, Tyler was pacing in front of Angie as
Det. Gatti checked out her bruieses. "Rollie, at least she is fine. You are
fine, right Angie?" queried Francis. "Yes, I'm…."Angie started but was
interrupted by Capt. VanDuren. "TYLER!! GATTI!! SANCHEZ!! What the hell is
happening here!? Why was Ramirez used in this!??! And why wasn't I told of
this?? Ms. Ramirez, are you fine?? Sanchez, do something; get a medic for
this young girl" "But Capt. I'm …"Angie tried with no avail. "Tyler, I
should bring you up on charges for this; God! I could lose my job because of
you. Don't you have any brains!! Using someone that young on a job like
this!!" "Well, believe me Capt. VanDuren, it won't be happening ever again!!"
Rollie fairly screeched in the general direction of Angie. With that last
statement from Rollie's tirade, all 3 policemen, with Rollie, left Angie in
the care of FDNY's EMTs to compare notes on the explosion.
'Great' Angie thought to herself. 'I'm the one who gets CONNED into going in
that building, then it's my fault. They all think because I am younger and
smaller than them that I can't do this stuff!!! Hell, I'm the one that has
the brains to figure out most of their problems!!! I'm the one who located
this damned building!! Do I get a thank you!!? NO…are you OK KIDDO!??! Get a
medic for this YOUNG GIRL!! Like I am in grade school!!!! Well, one day I am
going to show them that I'm NOT a little girl anymore"………
CHAPTER ONE
"…so, what do you think of it, Rollie?? Rollie?? Are you listening to me??
Helloooo?!?!?" came the irritated question from Rollie Tyler’s assistant.
"Huh? Oh, um, yeah looks great" was all that Rollie could muster for
enthusiasm. With a sigh, Rollie walked from the lounge to the workstation to
see the new project his assistant was working on.
"Look, I know that you miss her. But it has been a while, right? I mean
it’s, what like 4 or 5 months now. I think you should get on with your life
and stop …" "Mourning her?? It would be a pretty hard thing to do. And it
is 6 months today.", was Tyler’s reply although the last was only meant to be
heard by Rollie himself. "No, that is not what I was going to say. I was
going to say to stop moping; you can be sooooo depressing at times that just
looking at you makes ME depressed." "OK, OK, I’ll try?" "Fair enough. I’m
just going to run down to the copier place and make sure that they are doing
the layout in the right colors. Remember the last time?? Do you need
anything while I’m out?" "Nope, I’m fine." "OK, later".
With that, Rollie Tyler was alone in his loft. Sitting back down to his
workstation, going over in his millionth time in his life the worst moment in
his life. Breathing hard so as to keep himself from crying, he said to
himself out loud, "God, I can’t believe it. It has been 6 months already.
Seems like it was only yesterday. I really miss you. Why did you die??
Angela, why did you leave me alone??
Seven Months earlier…
"ANGELA!!!!" boomed Rollie from the VR chamber. "Where are you!?!? What the
bloody hell did you do to my program? Angela!!!!" he screamed as he flew down
the stairs to the main floor. With a smirk, Angie Ramirez answered her boss
while sitting at her workstation, "Who?? Me?? How come I always get the
blame?? What makes you think I did something to your precious program?"
"First of all, you are the only other person that works here. Second, you
absolutely hate that program !!" "Nope, sorry. It wasn’t me." Angie said as
she jumped off her stool and met her boss at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh,
yeah? So, you aren’t lying are you?" Rollie asked with a devilish gleam to his
eyes. Backing up in fear, Angie replied "uh, no, not lying. Rol, you know
that I don’t lie" "Only because you are afraid of getting caught, right?"
"Um…I’m sorry??" "Too late" Tyler said much too joyfully for Angie’s peace of
mind, while still advancing on her. Before she knew enough to move, Rollie
had tackled her and was now tickling her mercilessly. Laughing hysterically,
Angie was on the floor with Rollie sitting on her legs tormenting her. With
her laughing so hard, neither one of them heard the door.
As Bluey knew both Dets. Sanchez and Gatti, they were allowed entrance to
the loft. Upon seeing the two F/X wizards on the floor, Det. Gatti cleared
his throat and asked "Are we interrupting something? Have we come at a bad
time?" "Francis, what would you do if I said that you were?" Rollie queried,
"ah,well…next time Ange." He said with a leer, and with that, he helped his
partner up from the floor who was trying to control her laughter but not
succeeding very well. "Francis, have you two EVER come at a good time?"
inquired the petite blonde. Francis Gatti looked to his partner Mira Sanchez
for help, but she looked just as confused has he did.
"Looks like we’re doing it again, Rollie" Angie said as she walked to the
workstation. "Doing it again? I’m sorry, but I am really confused."
complained Gatti. "What Ange means is that we are weirding people out. Her
father got like that a couple of times and a few of the other stuntmen Manny
and I used to work with got like that all the time. It’s kinda fun." Rollie
replied to his friend "Now, are you still confused?" "um….YES!" "OK, it’s
like this. Most people think they know me and Angie—ya know, WHAT we are to
each other. But then there are times when we confuse the hell out of them."
"Like now?" "Like now" Rollie replied, as Angie chuckled in the background.
"Are we done with the ‘Rollie & Angie History Lesson’? because if so, we were
wondering if you could do us a favor?" inquired Mira. "How did I know that
was coming? OK, just what is it this time?" Rollie asked as he walked over to
her. As Rollie walked over to Mira, Francis went over to Angie who was busy
at the workstation. "um…Angie?" "Yeah?" "What Tyler said before about
confusing people? Does that happen a lot?" "Yep, a lot of people get confused
by us." She said, then as an afterthought asked "Are YOU confused, Frank?"
"Truthfully, yes. I always think that I got you two down then boom…I’m
confused again. So, what’s the deal with the two of you?" His answer came in
the way of a hearty chuckle from the little blonde.
