Da Loop is taking you back to where it all began. Over the coming weeks we'll publish all of Gypsy's original adventures before breaking into new territory.
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'000’ Gypsy
dialled into her boyfriend Dave’s phone as she lurched from side to side with
each bend of Strathalbyn Road. Speeding
in front of her was a grey wagon, and as she waited for someone to answer her
call she saw a white figure moving in the back window.
“He’s
conscious!” she exclaimed, but no sooner had she said it than the wagon began
to edge further and further away.
“Looks like
they’ve under-drugged him”, said Dave, looking very lovable in his How To Host
A Murder costume combined with well-worn Pacman cap. “Maybe that means they weren’t planning on
travelling too...”
“Police,
please!” Gypsy’s voice interrupted. “I’d like to report a kidnapping… Traeger
Jackson… T..R..A..E…er, yes, er, no… what? No, we’re behind them, currently
approaching Echunga. Hang on, can’t you
despatch someone??” Seconds later she
hung up.
“What did
they say?” asked Dave.
“Well, they
were confused”, Gypsy replied.
“That’s
because Traeger isn’t really Traeger!” Dave pointed out.
“No, it
wasn’t that – he was in the system as Traeger.
But they said he has a red alert next to his name, or something. Not helpful!”
At this
point the wagon had disappeared from sight and they reached the Meadows turnoff
with no clue as to the direction it had taken.
They sat uselessly at the intersection, with precious seconds passing. Suddenly there was a loud noise to the right
and a motorcycle pulled up alongside Dave’s window.
The rider
removed his helmet and Gypsy gasped.
“TRAEGER!! How did you..??”
“I’m not
Traeger”, he said.
“Well,
ANDREW then!” Gypsy said sarcastically, having just discovered hours earlier
that her ex-boyfriend was not who she thought he was.
“I’m not
Andrew either. Look, there isn’t much
time. I can find Traeger, OK? He’s chipped and I can get his location.”
“He’s
chipped?? Hey, who ARE you?!!” Gypsy
demanded.
“My name is
Ron. I’m Andrew’s…Traeger’s… twin
brother.”
“Ah, of
course” Gypsy nodded knowingly. “There’s
always a twin in these things. I suppose
you’re evil as well, are you?”
Ron looked
at her quizzically and adjusted the collar of his Billabong feather-patterned
shirt, and she decided he mustn’t have watched many soapies.
“Nevermind”,
she said. “What do we do now?”
“Follow me.
I might need some backup.”
He sped
off. Dave looked at Gypsy. “So you want me to continue with this pursuit
of your deceitful and chipped exboyfriend ?” he asked.
“Um, yes?”
said Gypsy. So Dave kicked the little
red car into gear and followed. Twenty
minutes later they pulled into an obscured track in an unmade road reserve
lined with dense Cup Gums.
“On foot
from here”, said Ron as he disembarked and looked disapprovingly at Gypsy’s
heels. “We’re at least fifteen minutes
behind them though, so we’d better run!”
Gypsy and Dave followed Ron across the paddocks
to a deserted barn.
Around the
back was a door. Ron opened it slowly
and they peered in…
Gypsy gasped (again). Ron swore quietly. “They’ve got him rigged up to a stretching rack. It’s a form of torture, with a remote”, he whispered. They must really want those blueprints! I just hope we’re not too late!"
Has Traeger already had his arms ripped off under his (quite fetching) black checquered shirt? (Hopefully not, or he’ll have to be velcroed every day like his counterpart, Sam, and it’s a pain in the arse.) Or did the crew arrive in the nick of time? Find out next chapter!
Has Traeger already had his arms ripped off under his (quite fetching) black checquered shirt? (Hopefully not, or he’ll have to be velcroed every day like his counterpart, Sam, and it’s a pain in the arse.) Or did the crew arrive in the nick of time? Find out next chapter!
