The Mounties Always Get Their Man (M/M) Part III Posted 8/12
Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2020 6:57 pm
This is the first story I wrote featuring Simon DuWright of the RCMP. Hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I did writing it. Comments are much appreciated.
The Mounties Always Get Their Man!
A Simon DuWright of the RCMP Adventure
By
Sergeant Durango of the Yukon
Part I
Inspector Simon DuWright had been with the Mounties, since graduating from university six years ago. He rose quickly through the ranks due to his intelligence, fitness level, and keen detective skills. Now just shy of 28, he was in peak physical condition, training six days a week for triathlons following a schedule of running, biking, and swimming, adhering to a strict diet, and working out at the constabulary gym. The brown-haired, blue-eyed DuWright had honed his 6’1” tall, 185 lb. body into a work of art, and he looked every inch Canada’s pride in his red serge dress uniform. DuWright, though, worked most cases under-cover, usually wearing the clothes of the roles he needed to assume in the line of duty.
Simon’s superiors had chosen him for a very tough assignment. Vancouver was hosting the Winter Olympics in 2010, and the Mounties had received intelligence through an informant some months before the Games began of a plot to kidnap a premier Olympic hopeful, the pilot of the Canadian four-man Bobsled team, Johnny Trudeau. So, Simon was placed under-cover as one of the team’s alternate pushers, and he had been training in Calgary with them for some time. Simon’s triathlon racing had paid off well. He easily adapted to the rigors of bobsledding and blended in well with the other athletes. Not only did he gain their trust and respect, but he also developed a quick friendship with Trudeau, who did not know of the plot to kidnap him or Simon’s true identity. The two men were similar in age. They became roommates at the Olympic training facility and would remain so in the Athlete’s Village in Vancouver. When they were not training, Simon and Johnny were inseparable. Of course, Simon was watching out for Johnny at all times, keeping an eye peeled for any sign of an attempt to abduct the Olympian.
All had appeared quiet up to the week before the start of the Olympics. The bobsled events were at the beginning of the second week of the Games, and Simon, Johnny, and their other teammates trained each day in the state-of-the-art facilities constructed in Vancouver, including the Whistler Sliding Center. Like his teammates, Simon donned the form-fitting, lycra, one-piece red uniform with the Maple Leaf emblazoned on the arm. And like the others, Simon appeared born to wear the uniform, as it clung to every inch of his body, displaying his chiseled pectoral muscles, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, well-developed calves and thighs, and, not least, an ample basket in front and a high and tight bubble butt in back.
The excitement of the Games and the daily training had not dulled Simon’s focus on his primary mission, that was the protection of Johnny. But Simon had not taken account of the ambitions of a rival bobsled team from the rogue state of Slobobia. The Slobobian Security Agency had placed an agent, Ivan Whiplashtski, undercover as a team coach to make sure the Slobobian team won a gold medal. It was he, who had hatched the plan to kidnap Johnny Trudeau in order to take the Canadians out of medal contention and increase Slobobia’s chances to win the gold in bobsledding. The swarthy and mustachioed Ivan had kept a close watch on Johnny and studied his routine intently. Ivan grew suspicious of Simon, who never left Johnny’s side, except each day after practice runs, when Johnny went off to the Changing Room, leaving Simon behind for 10 to 15 minutes to help the other teammates with the sled. Ivan knew he needed to snatch Johnny in this window of opportunity and planned accordingly. He had two other Slobobian security agents to help him with his nefarious plans. Whiplashtski and his underlings studied the layout of the Changing Room facility, observed the comings and goings of a service crew, carrying away the dirty towels in vans. It was relatively easy for Whiplashtski to obtain one such van and matching service uniforms. Using the resources and contacts made available to him by his government, Whiplashtski outfitted a van for his purposes. The van seemed to belong to the Slobobian team with the Slobobian insignia emblazoned on its sides. But the insignia could be easily removed and underneath was the service crew’s emblem. As a Slobobian coach, Ivan began to drive the van to the back of the Changing room facility near the bay where the service crews loaded and unloaded their carts. All was set to put his plan into action.
Two days before the Opening Ceremonies, just after Johnny and Simon had finished their practice runs, Whiplashtski saw his opportunity. Johnny walked back to the Changing Room, leaving Simon and the others to oversee the storing of their sled. The Slobobian agent followed him from a discreet distance. Johnny walked into the changing area to the front of his assigned locker, not noticing Whiplatski slipping behind another row of lockers. The Slobobian agent had a clear view of the Canadian athlete. Johnny bent over to pull off his booties. Whiplashtski reached into his jacket and pulled out a dart gun. Taking aim at Johnny’s lycra-encased gluteus maximus, he shot a sedative-laced dart, hitting Johnny’s left cheek. Johnny felt the sting, arched up, and grunted, “Uhhh…” before slowly falling against his locker. Moving quickly, Whiplashtski called to one of his accomplices. They grabbed the Olympian from behind, turned him around, and hoisted the unconscious man over Whiplashtski shoulder. He carried Johnny to an adjacent storeroom, where a laundry cart waited. He deposited Johnny in it and threw towels over him. Making sure the coast was clear, Whiplashtski and his man maneuvered the cart to the back door of the Changing Room facility, where the second underling waited at the driver’s seat of the van. They loaded the cart into the back of the van, and then peeled the Slobobian insignias off the door panels, revealing the service crew emblems. They then took the Slobobian emblems and applied them to another similar van. The agents wanted to throw suspicion off the Slobobians, when it was realized Johnny was missing. To the casual observer, it would appear that the Service Crew was merely leaving with another load of laundry and the Slobobian van still awaited its team. Getting into the passenger seat, Whiplashtski put on the cap and jacket of the service crew, pulling the cap down low on his face. Meanwhile, the third agent was in the back of the van. He pulled the still-unconscious Johnny from the piles of laundry and handcuffed his hands behind his back. The agent then roped the Olympic bobsledder’s ankles together. To make sure Johnny kept quiet in case he awakened before they reached their destination, he stuffed a crumpled handkerchief in Johnny’s mouth and sealed his lips shut with several layers of duct-tape around his head The van drove off through the exit gates with the comatose bobsledder in the back. The whole operation took 8 minutes.
As the van exited the gates, Simon was entering the Changing Room. He began to say, “We had some good runs today, Johnny. We’re in pretty good shape for our events…Johnny? Hey Johnny? Are you here?” Looking around for the man he was ordered to keep safe, Simon searched the empty Changing Room and the showers next door. The other Canadian bobsledders had now entered. “Guys…is Johnny still outside?” Simon asked them. They replied almost in unison. “No. He went in here ahead of us.” Not wanting to raise the alarm just yet, Simon told them to look outside for the missing pilot. Simon scoured the facility for the Olympic athlete. When he reached the back of the facility, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. All appeared to be normal. There were two vans parked in the back, one belonging to a Service Company and the other to the Slobobian Bobsled team. Walking round them, Simon did not notice anything at first. But then his finely attuned detective’s eye saw the Slobobian emblem on a side panel looked as if it could be peeled off easily. Simon began to do so and saw the Service Co. logo underneath.
Simon thought to himself. “I should have known that the Slobobians were up to something. But I can’t cause an international incident before I can confirm my suspicions. I need to find Johnny and get him back as quickly as possible!” He carefully placed the Slobobian emblem back onto the van.
Working fast, Simon threw some track pants on over his lycra uniform, put some hiking boots on, and a NorthFace down jacket over the compression top that clung to his athletic frame. He flipped his cell phone open and dialed his superior officer.
“Superintendent Cabot, DuWright here. I’m afraid, sir, that Johnny Trudeau has been abducted.”
“What? Du Wright you were supposed to prevent this.”
“I know, sir. But I know who has taken him. Everything points to the Slobobians. I’m ready to go after them and get Johnny back!”
“You better be right, DuWright! We need to get Trudeau back as quickly as possible. We can’t let on that he’s been kidnapped. I’ll arrange it so it looks as if Trudeau was called away on a family emergency, but he will be back in 48 hours for the Opening Ceremonies. You need to find him before then, DuWright. The RCMP and Canada is counting on you!!”
“Yes, sir! I’ll find Johnny and bring those responsible for his kidnapping to justice. As a Mountie, I always get my man!”
Flipping off his cell phone, Johnny made for the exit of the Whistler Sliding Center.
Where have Whiplashtski and his accomplices taken Johnny Trudeau?
Will Inspector Simon Du Wright locate the kidnapped Olympian before the Opening Ceremonies?
Will this Mountie get his man?
To be continued…
The Mounties Always Get Their Man!
A Simon DuWright of the RCMP Adventure
By
Sergeant Durango of the Yukon
Part I
Inspector Simon DuWright had been with the Mounties, since graduating from university six years ago. He rose quickly through the ranks due to his intelligence, fitness level, and keen detective skills. Now just shy of 28, he was in peak physical condition, training six days a week for triathlons following a schedule of running, biking, and swimming, adhering to a strict diet, and working out at the constabulary gym. The brown-haired, blue-eyed DuWright had honed his 6’1” tall, 185 lb. body into a work of art, and he looked every inch Canada’s pride in his red serge dress uniform. DuWright, though, worked most cases under-cover, usually wearing the clothes of the roles he needed to assume in the line of duty.
Simon’s superiors had chosen him for a very tough assignment. Vancouver was hosting the Winter Olympics in 2010, and the Mounties had received intelligence through an informant some months before the Games began of a plot to kidnap a premier Olympic hopeful, the pilot of the Canadian four-man Bobsled team, Johnny Trudeau. So, Simon was placed under-cover as one of the team’s alternate pushers, and he had been training in Calgary with them for some time. Simon’s triathlon racing had paid off well. He easily adapted to the rigors of bobsledding and blended in well with the other athletes. Not only did he gain their trust and respect, but he also developed a quick friendship with Trudeau, who did not know of the plot to kidnap him or Simon’s true identity. The two men were similar in age. They became roommates at the Olympic training facility and would remain so in the Athlete’s Village in Vancouver. When they were not training, Simon and Johnny were inseparable. Of course, Simon was watching out for Johnny at all times, keeping an eye peeled for any sign of an attempt to abduct the Olympian.
All had appeared quiet up to the week before the start of the Olympics. The bobsled events were at the beginning of the second week of the Games, and Simon, Johnny, and their other teammates trained each day in the state-of-the-art facilities constructed in Vancouver, including the Whistler Sliding Center. Like his teammates, Simon donned the form-fitting, lycra, one-piece red uniform with the Maple Leaf emblazoned on the arm. And like the others, Simon appeared born to wear the uniform, as it clung to every inch of his body, displaying his chiseled pectoral muscles, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, well-developed calves and thighs, and, not least, an ample basket in front and a high and tight bubble butt in back.
The excitement of the Games and the daily training had not dulled Simon’s focus on his primary mission, that was the protection of Johnny. But Simon had not taken account of the ambitions of a rival bobsled team from the rogue state of Slobobia. The Slobobian Security Agency had placed an agent, Ivan Whiplashtski, undercover as a team coach to make sure the Slobobian team won a gold medal. It was he, who had hatched the plan to kidnap Johnny Trudeau in order to take the Canadians out of medal contention and increase Slobobia’s chances to win the gold in bobsledding. The swarthy and mustachioed Ivan had kept a close watch on Johnny and studied his routine intently. Ivan grew suspicious of Simon, who never left Johnny’s side, except each day after practice runs, when Johnny went off to the Changing Room, leaving Simon behind for 10 to 15 minutes to help the other teammates with the sled. Ivan knew he needed to snatch Johnny in this window of opportunity and planned accordingly. He had two other Slobobian security agents to help him with his nefarious plans. Whiplashtski and his underlings studied the layout of the Changing Room facility, observed the comings and goings of a service crew, carrying away the dirty towels in vans. It was relatively easy for Whiplashtski to obtain one such van and matching service uniforms. Using the resources and contacts made available to him by his government, Whiplashtski outfitted a van for his purposes. The van seemed to belong to the Slobobian team with the Slobobian insignia emblazoned on its sides. But the insignia could be easily removed and underneath was the service crew’s emblem. As a Slobobian coach, Ivan began to drive the van to the back of the Changing room facility near the bay where the service crews loaded and unloaded their carts. All was set to put his plan into action.
Two days before the Opening Ceremonies, just after Johnny and Simon had finished their practice runs, Whiplashtski saw his opportunity. Johnny walked back to the Changing Room, leaving Simon and the others to oversee the storing of their sled. The Slobobian agent followed him from a discreet distance. Johnny walked into the changing area to the front of his assigned locker, not noticing Whiplatski slipping behind another row of lockers. The Slobobian agent had a clear view of the Canadian athlete. Johnny bent over to pull off his booties. Whiplashtski reached into his jacket and pulled out a dart gun. Taking aim at Johnny’s lycra-encased gluteus maximus, he shot a sedative-laced dart, hitting Johnny’s left cheek. Johnny felt the sting, arched up, and grunted, “Uhhh…” before slowly falling against his locker. Moving quickly, Whiplashtski called to one of his accomplices. They grabbed the Olympian from behind, turned him around, and hoisted the unconscious man over Whiplashtski shoulder. He carried Johnny to an adjacent storeroom, where a laundry cart waited. He deposited Johnny in it and threw towels over him. Making sure the coast was clear, Whiplashtski and his man maneuvered the cart to the back door of the Changing Room facility, where the second underling waited at the driver’s seat of the van. They loaded the cart into the back of the van, and then peeled the Slobobian insignias off the door panels, revealing the service crew emblems. They then took the Slobobian emblems and applied them to another similar van. The agents wanted to throw suspicion off the Slobobians, when it was realized Johnny was missing. To the casual observer, it would appear that the Service Crew was merely leaving with another load of laundry and the Slobobian van still awaited its team. Getting into the passenger seat, Whiplashtski put on the cap and jacket of the service crew, pulling the cap down low on his face. Meanwhile, the third agent was in the back of the van. He pulled the still-unconscious Johnny from the piles of laundry and handcuffed his hands behind his back. The agent then roped the Olympic bobsledder’s ankles together. To make sure Johnny kept quiet in case he awakened before they reached their destination, he stuffed a crumpled handkerchief in Johnny’s mouth and sealed his lips shut with several layers of duct-tape around his head The van drove off through the exit gates with the comatose bobsledder in the back. The whole operation took 8 minutes.
As the van exited the gates, Simon was entering the Changing Room. He began to say, “We had some good runs today, Johnny. We’re in pretty good shape for our events…Johnny? Hey Johnny? Are you here?” Looking around for the man he was ordered to keep safe, Simon searched the empty Changing Room and the showers next door. The other Canadian bobsledders had now entered. “Guys…is Johnny still outside?” Simon asked them. They replied almost in unison. “No. He went in here ahead of us.” Not wanting to raise the alarm just yet, Simon told them to look outside for the missing pilot. Simon scoured the facility for the Olympic athlete. When he reached the back of the facility, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. All appeared to be normal. There were two vans parked in the back, one belonging to a Service Company and the other to the Slobobian Bobsled team. Walking round them, Simon did not notice anything at first. But then his finely attuned detective’s eye saw the Slobobian emblem on a side panel looked as if it could be peeled off easily. Simon began to do so and saw the Service Co. logo underneath.
Simon thought to himself. “I should have known that the Slobobians were up to something. But I can’t cause an international incident before I can confirm my suspicions. I need to find Johnny and get him back as quickly as possible!” He carefully placed the Slobobian emblem back onto the van.
Working fast, Simon threw some track pants on over his lycra uniform, put some hiking boots on, and a NorthFace down jacket over the compression top that clung to his athletic frame. He flipped his cell phone open and dialed his superior officer.
“Superintendent Cabot, DuWright here. I’m afraid, sir, that Johnny Trudeau has been abducted.”
“What? Du Wright you were supposed to prevent this.”
“I know, sir. But I know who has taken him. Everything points to the Slobobians. I’m ready to go after them and get Johnny back!”
“You better be right, DuWright! We need to get Trudeau back as quickly as possible. We can’t let on that he’s been kidnapped. I’ll arrange it so it looks as if Trudeau was called away on a family emergency, but he will be back in 48 hours for the Opening Ceremonies. You need to find him before then, DuWright. The RCMP and Canada is counting on you!!”
“Yes, sir! I’ll find Johnny and bring those responsible for his kidnapping to justice. As a Mountie, I always get my man!”
Flipping off his cell phone, Johnny made for the exit of the Whistler Sliding Center.
Where have Whiplashtski and his accomplices taken Johnny Trudeau?
Will Inspector Simon Du Wright locate the kidnapped Olympian before the Opening Ceremonies?
Will this Mountie get his man?
To be continued…