The Dimension Travel Trilogy: A Three Part Science Fiction And Fantasy Novel (17 page)

He marked off step one with a check and continued working on the covert plan. Iron Steel climbed out the window but forgot the ladder. When he climbed down the window he slipped because the dew from the tree came onto the window's ledge. He fell into the bushes. Meanwhile, Bertha was cleaning the kitchen, and she noticed something falling through the kitchen window. Iron's bedroom was over the kitchen so Bertha started to run up to the bedroom. As she was running through the hallway, Iron Steel quickly got up and ran off. She noticed her son was gone as soon as she arrived in the bedroom. Iron Steel was walking down the street and all of the people looked at him in a weird way.

He walked toward the business part of Goodluck Street. There were about six small businesses located here. The first business located in the Southwest building of Goodluck Street was Mario's Pizzeria with a brick facade and green canopy awning in front of it.

This restaurant served southern Mediterranean cuisine and brick oven pizzas. Adjacent to that was the hotel. The owner of this hotel was Elvis Presley's cousin and he named this hotel after his cousin's song
Heartbreak Hotel.
This particular hotel featured thirteen rooms and was for visitors to the region. Then, there was the Goodluck Recreation Shop which was a shop that sold recreational products such as canoes, rubber rafts, and mountain climbing products. Across the Street on the North Side were two restaurants and one shop.

The two restaurants were Monsieur Lumremy and Casa Grande. Monsieur Lumremy served French food, some of the which was questionable to eat. However, it was sanitary. The biggest French delicacy that was most questionable was escargot, a snail meal. Casa Grande was a Spanish restaurant and adjacent to Casa Grande Restaurant was the Mark Williams's Drug Store. He finally arrived.

Iron Steel walked into the drug store.

It was twenty feet wide by forty feet long. In the back were the organic foods and drinks. In the middle were aisles of medicines. At the store, he saw the staggering six foot five Mark Williams at the counter. Iron Steel asked, "Sir, Do you have a silencer machine?" Mr.

Williams asked, "What is a silencer machine?" Iron said, "Hmm. It might be hard to describe. They are the ones that you see in the counselor’s office." Mr. Williams said, "Oh yes, that is easy. They are in the back of the store. Follow me." Mr. Williams and Iron Steel walked to the back of the Mark Williams Drug Store. Mr. Williams produced three silencer machines. He said, "Well, sir, here are the products. Are you satisfied?" Iron answered, "Sure." Mr. Williams replied, "Very well then. Now I shall escort you to the front of the store where you will now pay for the products you want to purchase."

Iron said, "Okay. Let's make the purchase." Iron followed Mr.

Williams to the front of his store and placed the silencers on Mr.

Williams's cash register desk. Mr. Williams said, "Take out some money." Iron said, "Let me see,” and went to take the money out.

When Iron reached into his pockets to take out his money his pockets were empty.

Iron said, "Well, I don't have any money. I guess I have to get out of here." When Iron said this, he grabbed the silencers and said, "I'm out!" He ran out of the store with the shoplifted items. Mark was livid; beyond angry! He tried running down the street where Iron Steel was running but Mr. Steel already went too far for Mark to catch up. Mr. Williams returned to his store and walked into his office, which had a phone. Mark's phone was a black office phone with numbers and colored buttons. He worked in a cubicle which was the generic eight foot by eight foot size cubicle. On his phone he hit a red button which contacted the local constable. He called the constable's office and the operator answered and said, "What is your name?" Mr.

Williams answered, "Mark."

The operator said, "Your full name sir." Mark said, "Mark Williams. Please, let's get to the point already." The operator said, "Well, what is your point sir?" Mr. Williams said, "I need to speak with the constable." The operator said, "Hold on for thirty seconds and I will put you on with the constable." While Mr. Williams was waiting the thirty seconds he heard the operator shout "Constable Johnstone, pick up the phone." Constable Jimme Johnstone picked up the phone.

He had a raspy, old voice, "The California, New York Constable's Office, this is Constable Jimme Johnstone. What's your issue?" Mr. Williams said, "Are you constable Johnstone?" Johnstone said, "Why, yes. Yes I am. And who are you?" Mr. Williams said, "I am Mark Williams." Constable Johnstone replied “I think I know you.

Are you the one who owns the Mark Williams Drug Store?" Mr.

Williams answered, "Yes." Constable Johnstone said, "Well, I shop at your store all the time." Mark Williams said sarcastically, "Well yeah, that's nice." Constable Johnstone said, "but, enough with the chitter chatter. What's wrong?" Mr. Williams said, "Somebody shoplifted from my store and the person is on the way to the south residential area of Goodluck Street.”

Mr. Williams asked, "And what shall your plan be officer?

Well?" Constable Johnstone said, "Well, this is what I will do." He could hear Mr. Williams’ impatience. “If you give me a chance, I will tell you my plan. The first thing that I will do is have all of the officers put a temporary blockade on the streets that leave town. There will be twenty officers placed on the North side of town and twenty officers on the South side of town. While this is going on, I will come to your office and you can tell me exactly what's happened." A very short time went by when Mr. Williams walked to the front of the store and Constable Johnstone was there. Mark opened the door. Constable Johnstone was a short, stocky man whose height was approximately five feet and one inch. He had slicked back, jet black hair and olive toned skin pigment. Even in person his voice sounded raspy and old.

He greeted Mr. Williams in a friendly gesture. Constable Johnstone shook Mr. Williams's hand and said, "Well buddy, what's wrong?" Mr.

Williams said, "Didn't we go through this on the phone?" Constable Johnstone said, "Yes, yes we did. However, there are a few more things we need to talk about though."

Mr. Willliams said, "And what will that be officer?" Constable Johnstone said, "Well, please give me a description of this scoundrel."

Mr. Williams said, "He is not a scoundrel." Constable Johnstone said, "Well, how do you know he is not a scoundrel?" Mark Williams said, "He was extraordinarily nice to me." Constable Johnstone raised his voice and sighed.

He then said, "That is what scoundrels do. Scoundrels are extremely good at pretending. These scoundrels are really thieves, pathological liars, and crooks. So now, more important, give me a description of this fella." Constable Johnstone took out a notepad and a number two pencil from his pocket and placed them on the cash register desk of Mark Williams's Drug Store. The officer asked, "Is this person a man or a woman?" Mr. Williams answered, "Well, that is easy. It is a man." Constable Johnstone wrote below the box the description of the criminal's gender. He wrote down the gender as a male. From there, Constable Johnstone said, "Now, what is this man's height?" Mark Williams replied, "Do I have to be precise when I am giving you this answer or, can I give an approximate answer?"

Constable Johnstone said, "You don't have to give an exact answer, you can give an approximate answer." Mark Williams said, "He is between six foot three inches and six foot seven inches.”

Constable Johnstone said, "Okay then." He wrote down, this particular man is between the heights of six foot three inches to six foot seven inches. He continued, "How old does he appear to be?" Mr.

Williams answered, "About twenty five to thirty years of age, like his mid to late twenties to early thirties." Constable Johnstone wrote the exact words that Mr. Williams said down. From there, Constable Johnstone asked, "What color is this fella's hair?" Mr. Williams said, "Orangish-blonde Hair." Constable Johnstone said, "Well, is his hair orange or blonde?"

Mr. Williams said, "The hair color is closer to blonde."

Constable Johnstone wrote down blonde, then, asked, "And what color are his eyes." Mr. Williams said, "Green." Constable Johnstone said, "Green as in the swampy color green, or green referring to the aquamarine color of green?" Mr. Williams said, "Green as like the aquamarine color of green." The officer also asked, “Now, what kind of clothing was this man wearing and give a broad description?" Mr.

Williams answered, "He was wearing a blue baseball cap, white shirt, and red shorts. He wore Nike Sneakers." Constable Johnstone, wrote abbreviations: BC, which stood for baseball cap; WS, which stood for white shirt; RS, for red shorts; and finally, NS stood for the Nike Sneakers."

Constable Johnstone said, "Okay, finally, I will ask my last question. What did this particular man steal?" Mr. Williams said, "He stole 3 silencer machines." Constable Johnstone asked, "Like the ones they have in the counselor offices?" Mr. Williams said, "Yes."

Constable Johnstone was puzzled. "I don't know why he would steal such a thing. But we will find him. I shall find this guy." Constable Johnstone left Mark Williams’ store and started walking down Goodluck Street. Meanwhile, Iron Steel arrived at his house with the silencer machines. He said to himself “Well, how am I going to get into the house without my mom knowing that I am even out?" He found a solution in a rope ladder he found from the tree house he built when he was eighteen.

He stuffed the three stolen silencer machines inside his shirt and climbed up into the tree house. As he was climbing and nearing the top part of the rope ladder, a police siren roared. Iron pulled the rope up and turned on his lantern and looked out the tree house window that was camouflaged and hidden in the trees. The police car left. The tree house was an empty tree house and was only used for sleepover parties that Iron Steel would host when he was younger.

The only thing that was in the treehouse was the lantern. That was it.

Iron turned on the lantern and moved forward towards the other window.

He started to climb out of the tree and was walking on a narrow branch. He lost his footing and slipped. When he slipped, he almost fell twenty feet. Luckily he grabbed a branch with his hands and climbed that branch like he was on the “monkey bars” that one would find in a community or city park. He pulled himself up and climbed into his bedroom window. At the same time, Constable Johnstone was interviewing people that were on the street. Across from Iron Steel's house was the Donatello family residence. Constable Johnstone banged on the Donatello’s front door.

Michael Donatello answered the door. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. He had a very deep voice and was a heavy set man. He came out of the door in a tee shirt and blue shorts. He said, "What's wrong officer?" Rudely, this man passed wind after he said that. Constable Johnstone said, "Nothing," as he was covering his nose. The officer asked, "Have you seen this man? He has blonde hair, aquamarine eyes, and fair skin."

Mr. Donatello answered, "Yes." He pointed to Iron Steel's house and said, "He lives right there. Right across the street from me."

Constable Johnstone asked, "What is his name?" Mr. Donatello said, "Iron. Iron Steel." The officer asked, "Is this his real name?" Mr.

Donatello answered, "Yes." The officer said, "If you know anything else, or you have any more information about this man, just let me know." Mr. Donatello said, "Yeah. Whatever." Michael Donatello's walk sounded like stomps and every time he stomped he passed wind.

Donatello closed the door and farted so loud that you would have thought the whole neighborhood would hear it. Constable Johnstone said, "God - that is absolutely disgusting."

With the information given to him by Mr. Donatello, Constable Johnstone walked to the Steel residence straight from there.

A loud knock was heard on Bertha Steel's door. Bertha came running to the door and peeked through the peeping hole. She asked the officer, "Who are you?" He said, "My name is Constable Johnstone.

Can I come in?" She said, "Sure. But, you have to prove to me that you are an actual cop." Constable Johnstone showed Bertha his badge and his identification. Bertha Steele opened the door and invited Constable Johnstone inside.

She asked, "Would you like to have a seat?" The Constable answered, "sure." Bertha asked the officer if he would like a refreshment. He accepted her offer for the refreshment. She asked, "What would you like?" Constable Johnstone said, "Well, what do you have to offer?" Bertha said, "The choices I have are seltzer,
Spritz, Coca-Cola, Pepsi
, and of course water." Constable Johnstone said, "I would care for some water with ice." Bertha said, "That sounds fine with me." She opened her refrigerator, placed two glasses on the table and filled them up with water. Constable Johnstone asked "Where is the ice?”

Bertha said, "The ice is in my freezer, however, I just provided you with iced cold water. I think that should be satisfactory."

Constable Johnstone rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, whatever."

Bertha asked, "Officer, what did you come here for?" He answered, "I came here because an informant led me to this location about this particular man. His name is Iron Steel and they said he lives here."

Bertha said, "That is correct. Why are you looking for my son when he has been asleep since seven o' clock this evening? You must be mistaken." The officer said, "No, I am not mistaken. I am pretty sure that the person in this picture is your son. Is he not?" Bertha looked at the picture and said, "The person in the picture is my son. Say what?

Does my son sleepwalk and commit crimes?" Constable Johnstone answered, "Well apparently the shop keeper up the street says so."

Bertha said, "And just what is the act that my son has allegedly done?" Constable Johnstone said, "Shoplifting." She asked, "What do you mean that my son has committed an act of shoplifting?!" Constable Johnstone said, "He stole three expensive silencer machines." Bertha shockingly said, "
My son
stole three expensive silencer machines?! This is hard to believe." The officer replied, "Well, you better believe it." Bertha said, "I can't believe that in my family I could have a crook." Constable Johnstone said, "He's a crook."