Taking Back the Town

[Garrett Duke]

“I can’t believe you have gotten me into this, Garr,” Ethan’s gravely voice breaks the piercing silence that had accelerated within the powerful engine car as his intense green-gray eyes stare out through the passenger window. “We’ll either wind up dead or in jail when this gets through, you do realize that, don’t you?”

Garrett remains silent for a long moment as he stares sullenly through the dirt splattered windshield of his 1970 Mustang Mach I that he had rebuilt only a few years ago. Listening to the powerful engine purr within the hood, pride swells within him at the hard work and talent he had placed within his dream car.

“Don’t give me that crap, Ethan, you yourself agreed with all of us that something had to be done. If not Hazzard will never be the Hazzard it once was,” Garrett glares through icy cold and hard smokey gray-blue eyes at his muscular passenger.

“Well it won’t do either of us any good,” Ethan pauses for a long moment to glance over at Garrett, “if we are dead or in jail.”

Impatience steadily begins to grow within Garrett as he glares into the sun while his own doubts begin to grow steadily within him. “As if I don’t already know that, but things have to change and the only way they’ll change is if someone does something to help it change. Perhaps we won’t be able to enjoy the better Hazzard, but someone else will,” Garrett tugs the black leathered steering wheel sharply left to throw his red car into a sharp turn, “look, if you want to back out now, Ethan, go for it. I can stop here and call someone on the CB. . .I’ll tell Riddick that something had come up or something. Just tell me.”

“I didn’t say that, Garrett and I think you know what I mean,” Ethan slowly responds as he shoves his black cowboy hat half way over his eyes to block the blaring sun, “I just have my doubts.”

“Don’t we all,” Garrett lends his friend a small smile while patting him on the back, “things will work out.”

“Yeah,” Ethan answers softly as the old dark mine slowly comes into view, “here we are. I don’t see their vehicles here or anywhere?”

“Perhaps we beat ‘em here,” Garrett shrugs as he allows his mind to slowly wander through the plans they had worked out a head of time, of what it might lead to, “relax Ethan...we’ll be fine.”

“I’m as relaxed as I’m gonna be,” Ethan mutters as Garrett forces the Mustang to an abrupt halt.

(cue Riddick)

[Riddick]

The hot afternoon wind beat hard on age old lumbers of buildings of Skunk Hallows ghost town. A huge Maltese tiger stood out as a lone figure in the town, laying on the porch of a yellow painted house dozing in the late afternoon sunshine. The hairs of his thick white and black stripped coat flickered and waved as the warm wind blew against him.

Also sitting out front of the yellow painted house sat a white and orange 1970 Dodge Charger with the infamous name “Ghost” written down the rear panels. The cars brilliant white paint smudged and an coated in a sopping wet layer of fresh mud.

The blue tiger respectably nicknamed Razor, known as Riddick’s alter ego raised his head impatiently looked towards the houses front door.

“Come on Chet, Garrett and Ethan are gonna leave with out us.” The tiger called out, speaking as a human would, his gravelly voice bellowing.

“Im coming I’m coming...” The 21 year old Duke boy called back.

The steady thud of boots walking across a wood floor could be heard an the screen door opened, out stepped a tall, lanky, black haired, half blind, mismatched eyed, goatee decorated young Duke. Chet stepped out onto the porch and stood beside Razor for a moment lighting a cigarette and taking a lengthy drag.

“Ready?” Chet asked looking at the big tiger laying on the porch with his famous sideways grin.

(Cue Garrett)

[Garrett Duke]

Silence continues to swarm amongst the two muscular men as they slowly desend into the cave like darkness of the old mine. "They're late," Ethan slowly breaks the silence as he pushes a button off of his watch to make the face glow a bright green within the pure darkness of the cave.

"Is this what we'll have to put up with if you come along?" Garrett lets out a long breath he had been nervously holding as he watches Ethan for a reply.

"There's no if in there, Garrett, I'm coming along for the ride," Ethan speaks up with a little hurt in his voice, "and I was only stating a fact."

"Well," Garrett goes silent as another powerful engine blares from somewhere close, "hear that? That's probably them. You sure you want to go through -"

"Of course I am," Ethan throws daggers through the darkness before he slowly finds an old latern and slowly lights it with an old lighter that he had shoved into the pockets of his dark denim tight fitting jeans, "Are you?"

"Hell yeah," Garrett gives him a smile as he nervously begins to trace the long thick scar that runs from behind his right ear and down his chin, "it's now or never. I'll chose now."

Silence once again crowds between them as they wait in anticipation for the rest of the group to join them in order to go through the plan again before pushing the plan into action.

(Cue Riddick)

[Riddick]

The General Lee’s Ghost eased into the drive out front of the old mine, the powerful Dodge Viper engine under the Ghost’s hood idled with a steady re-tete...re-tete. The white car parked beside the mustang and the young black haired Duke boy wearing a black Stetson climbed out through the window and made his way towards the entrance of the cave.

Razor appeared from the edge of the woods and sleekly slide down a short embankment to the opening of the mine and joined the Chet.

“Hey! Anyone here?” Chet called out his voice echoing and echoing through out the abandoned mine shaft.

The huge white tiger followed closely on his heals, the animals white night seeing eyes glowed as they entered the darkness of the cave an approached the lit lantern and there comrades. Chet gave his infamous side ways grin as he came into the lamp light, there plan was good, very good.

“Are ya all ready do this?” Razor asked his evil sounding voice bellowing through out the cave with a tainted edge.

[Garrett Duke]

Garrett watches silently while sitting on an old milk cart as his cousin steadily moves into the darkness of the cave, followed closely by the tiger. Chills race down his back as he silently notices how evil the tiger's bright eyes give an cold evil look within the darkness of the mine. "Yeah we're here," Garrett slowly speaks up as he grabs a Marlboro light from the hard box that he had sat besides him. Lighting up his cigarette with his midnight blue lighter he eyes the new company with hardened eyes, taking them in. "Of course we're ready."

"We wouldn't have been here before you," Ethan pauses a he slowly stands up from his milk crate that had been positioned on the opposite side from Garrett. He slowly readjust his black leather, curved outside edged cowboy hat upon his coppery brown hair before finishing, "if we weren't ready."

Silence caves within the old mine as Garrett slowly stands up to approach Chet and the tiger while he slowly organizes his thoughts and his emotions. "The question now, is, are you ready?" he give them an ornery evil grin from within his thin golden blond goatee, "I say we do it and see what happens."

(cue Riddick)

[Riddick]

“There was never a doubt in our mind that ya’ll wouldn’t show.” Razor spook with a cold edgy twitch in his voice. “Besides this is all over due....lets go over the plan once more, things have to go smoothly.”

Chet nodded in agreement taking a seat on a rock protruding from the wall of the mine, his mind tuned in to listen closely, he had the plan memorized in detail....but once more could do no harm.

“I know we have gone over this again and again....but we got to get this right the first time, there will be no second chance in this matter...” Razor began to speak, throughly going over the groups well organized plan in depth an detail.

It took but 15 minutes to go through the plan, it was time to put it all in order and follow through.

“Alright, were ten minutes ahead of schedule. “He paused to look at the pocket watch hanging on a chain around his thick an burly neck. “Its 5:45....we should arrive at the Sheriff’s Department by 6:00...remember your places, keep track of the time....an if for some reason we get separated an things go hay-wire...we meet at the “Hanging Horse Shoe Saloon” in Skunk Hallows ghost town at 2:30 am.” He paused once again to take in the intent stares of his comrades once more then nodded his big head and got to his four pawed feet. “Lets go!”

(Cue Garrett or Ethan.) {Please note, this fic will be open to the public to add to it as soon as it passes a certain point, which will be very soon.}

[Garrett Duke]

Disbelief builds quickly within Garrett as he stares up at the court house from across the street. The last time he had done anything remotely against the law had been a couple of years ago with his old friends; before he had been forced to move to Hazzard. "C'mon Ethan," Garrett pats Ethan upon his muscular shoulder while throwing out the butt end of his cigarette and smashes it into the pavement as they slowly walk across the street.

"Let's do it," Ethan gives his own weary grin as they approach the parked cars in front of the court house where he looks around to find Chet, "Right at six, we're on time," he looks up from his clock and his intense gray-green eyes grow serious, "you be careful Garrett, Kristy would never forgive me if you were to get hurt doing this."

Garrett elbows him in the stomach while putting on a smile before saying, "You worry too much, Ethan, things will work out fine. But in case, you be careful too," Garrett pauses as his right hand involuntarily goes up to his thick scar while he glares around towards the court house, "Well time's up...see you on the flip side."

"Yeah," Ethan nods while he tightens the grip of his hat upon his hat before he gives Garrett a pat before heading towards the front steps.

* * * * * * * * *

Sweat drips slowly down Garrett's face as he slowly approaches the back door of the court house. Doubt slowly climbs within him as he rethinks of the plan they had came up with days ago. It had seemed so good to him at the time and so positive, something could actually be done for the better, and he'd be the one to thank for it. But will it work or will it explode in his face?

Brushing the sweat off of his face with a thick hand, Garrett steadily throws the door open and a harsh wind of air conditioner is blown into his face as he steps into the wide hall way. Walking past a few closed and darkened windowed doors, Garrett glances down at his watch, timing his steps.

Reaching a sharp white corner that leads into a longer hall way and of which will lead to the sheriff's department, Garrett abruptly comes to an halt at the sheriff's door being thrown open. Garrett's heart comes to an abrupt halt as his half sister, Kristy Duke steps out into the hall, holding open the door for a moment. Her back is turned towards him and he silently takes in her thick long strawberry blond hair and her knee length denim skir with her white blouse.

"Good night Mr. Hogg," she says innocently into the open door, "I'll see you in the morning, Rosco."

'Damn, she'd kill me if she only knew what I am about to do,' Garrett silently thinks as he watches his sister.

"Nite Kristy," the sheriff's voice calls out for her from within his office before she waves at him and closes the door. A brief moment passes before she walks across the hall and towards the main entry door into the building.

A brief moment of silence buzzes through the thick hall ways before the front door slowly is drawn shut behind Kristy. A tingle of relief rushes through Garrett at hearing his sister leaving, glad to see her out of the way.

Abruptly, his thoughts of his sister is interrupted as the sheriff's door is slowly opened and fear rushes through Garrett as Rosco steps out, holding the door open. "Nite Boss," Rosco says as he tips the end of his hat towards the plump commissioner that remains hidden within the sheriff's office.

Garrett hears a mumbled response from Hogg as he glances down the hall in fear, wondering what to do now. Quickly, Garrett glances down at his clock to find only five minutes have passed since he had entered. 'Come on Ethan and Chet' Garrett panickly thinks as he steps out into the main hall way.

"Hey sheriff," Garrett breaks the silence and the aging sheriff quickly turns around, surprise registers in the sheriff's bright blue eyes, "You got a minute?"

"Garrett Duke," Rosco slowly responds, his words tremble within surprise, "What you want?"

"I want...no I mean, I need to talk to you," Garrett motions towards the closed door with his head, "in your office," Garrett glances around the empty halls, "I want to talk to you in your office where no one may over hear and all."

"Well, I don't know Garrett," doubt drips in the sheriff's voice, "It's closing time and I'm on my way home. Can't you come by in the morning?"

"No, it's now or never sheriff," Garrett takes a deep breath, "and I need it to be now."

"Well OK," Rosco resigns reluctantly and he slowly opens the door and Garrett follows him through it to find Deputy Strate finishing some paper work at his desk and a shadow of Hogg's reflection through his windowed door from his office. "What is so important Garrett?"

"I need to talk to you about," Garrett searches desperate for something to say, "about Hazzard. It has really changed within the past year since I have moved here."

"Things change, Garrett," Rosco states with a bit of annoyance in his voice, "that's life...live with it or get out."

"I wish I could get out, but you see, I have to be here for my sister. This town is very important to her," he fumbles while praying for Chet and Ethan to show up, "and well, I was hoping there may be something that you could do to help her feel more comfortable here."

"Comfortable? What's so uncomfortable about Hazzard?" annoyance builds within Coltrane's words, "I think you better go home, Garrett. Get something cold to drink or something. But you are now out of my time... I need to get home."

"Not so fast," Garrett places his body in front of the closed door, glancing around the room as Enos steps up from his seat, "I want some answers from any of you, before any of you leave."

Disbelief and anger dart within the sheriff's eyes as he takes a quick step closer to Garrett. "If that is the way you want to be, Garrett, you are now under arrest," he says grabbing his handcuffs out of his belt, "I should throw you under the jail!"

(Cue Riddick)

[Riddick]

A pair of pearl eyes peered through the bushes beside the steps of the court house as the beautiful strawberry blonde haired Kristy Duke passed by and got into her vehicle and started for home. Step one was already complete, Razor had promised Garrett that step two would not be carried out until Kristy, his sister was safe and out of harms way.

The big white tiger jumped up onto the cement steps of the court house an watched Kristy drive away and out of sight. Ethan and Chet came out of there hiding places, each had stood behind a corner on either end of the huge building.

“Alright you two, step two. Move! Now! Go.” Razor whispered careful not to raise his voice, there plans would be shattered if a passerby heard them.

Chet opened one of the entrance doors and went inside first, just as planned. He adjusted the black Stetson cowboy hat on his head and straitened the collar on his shirt as he waltzed in, his back strate and his attitude brisk. One of Rosco’s officers passed by him just as he was entering, Chet’s brow furrowed, none of the officers were supposed to leave. Just the same he continued with his part of the plan, Razor would retrieve the escaping officer at the last possible moment and bring him back inside.

The young black haired Duke boy approached the closest desk where three of the five officers in the court house sat, he gave them a sideways smile.

“Can I help you?” One of the officers asked in a business like manor.

“Yes, yes you can.” Chet paused and glanced at the clock....just six on the dot, taking a deep breath he drew a .45 from the outside pocket of his coat and pointed it at the officers sitting at the desk. “The three of you can start by taking off your gun belts....one at a time. You first buddy.” Chet said nodding at the officer sitting closest to him.

Each of the blue clad officers reached for the sky, there faces pleading for mercy, an the first of them began to unbuckle his gun belt and hand it over to the demanding Duke. Just as the three were getting started Chet saw Ethan pass by him headed down stairs to convince two other officers down there to hand over there gun belts and join there comrades up stairs.

Chet took the first of the gun belts and glanced back at the clock nervously hopping that Garrett was alright.

“Garrett! Are you alright?!” Chet shouted, his deep Yankee voice echoing through the halls and down to Rosco’s office.

Meanwhile out side Razor was watching as the officer that had passed Chet on the way in descended from the front steps. As the blue clad man came around the end of the stairs Razor dashed down the cement railing in two huge leaps, his third leap sending him pouncing onto the officer. He tackled the officer to the grass careful not to use his claws and harm the innocent man, no matter how tempting it seemed to be. Roughly he pinned the officer to the ground, the middle aged man shaking in sheer terror.

Razor bared his teeth in the deputies face as his huge paws pressed the man against the ground on each side of his shoulders. The white eyes glared an glinted viciously.

“Please....please don’t hurt me!” The deputy pitifully whimpered, pleading for his life.

“Remove your gun an throw it away towards the building...now.” Razor snarled.

In a few short moments the deputy had removed his gun belt and Razor had back off an proceeded to escort him back inside. He brought the scared deputy to Chet who sat nervously watching his three captives were now bound hand and foot in ropes and sat along the wall there mouths gaged by a bandanna.

“Heres the one that snuck out, heres his gun belt.” Razor said as he dropped the heavy belt from where it hung around his neck.

“Alright, I will tie them up. Was the coast clear?”

“Yeah, theres not a soul in sight.”

“You should go check on Garrett and help him if you can, Hogg is still here, hes going to be a handful.” Chet said as he began to tie the deputies hands together.

Razor nodded an jogged off towards Rosco’s office. “On my way.” He replied to the young Duke boys nervous request.

(Cue Garrett & Ethan)

[Garrett Duke]

Harsh emotions streak through Garrett's numb and tired body as he sits hunched over upon an old ragged cot that is held upon the steel bars. He allows his mind to continue to rush roughly within him of the past few minutes that had led him to where he sits now. Silently, he wonders if all of this had been a set up on Chet's part, if this had been part of his plan all along. Just as fast as the thought had approached him, Garrett shakes it off, Chet is family and wouldn't do such a thing to him. Not when he had felt the same thing as Kristy and him had felt for a while now. . .he just wouldn't do it. But where is he?

"Damn it," Garrett utters in frustration as he reads his expensive watch, watching the red second hand slowly move around the gold face. "Where are you Chet?" Garrett speaks silently aloud as he glances up from the stained cement floor as movement comes from up the flight of stairs.

Listening to the shuffling upstairs he wonders if it is Chet or if it is only Enos or Rosco leaving for the afternoon. Once again, the hurtful thought of Chet setting him up enters his mind. But why would he do something like that for? There'd be nothing in it for Chet other than Garrett being arrested. One less Duke?

Garrett's doubtful and skeptical thinking is abruptly deflated when somewhere from upstairs, Chet's powerful voice rings out, "“Garrett! Are you alright?!”

Hope builds quickly within Garrett at hearing his cousin's voice from upstairs, calling his name. Garrett slides off of the rumpled sheeted cot as heavy foot steps come down the stairs and relief fills Garrett at seeing Ethan's five feet and eleven inche body entering the basement. "Ethan," Garrett smiles running a hand over his thin goatee.

"Shoulda figured on you getting your pitiful self arrested," Ethan grins as he reaches up and takes a hold of the large ring of keys that hung upon a hook on the brick wall. Garrett watches him with a watchful eye as Ethan slowly unclock the door and Garrett shoves it open to step out into freedom.

"Thanks," Garrett repsonds glancing around the empty basement and back at Ethan.

"You owe me," Ethan answers as he leads the way to the winding flight of stairs and they slowly walk up to the sheriff's station in silence.

(cue Riddick)

[Riddick]

(This post was a joint effort.)

The glass shaddered onto the floor as the 800 pound tigers shoulder bore through the office door and into the room. Shoved so tremulously the door hit the wall behind it as Razor dashed into the room his ears laid back and his teeth bared.

Rosco and Enos backed up against the wall shaking with fear there eyes wide an intent on the huge white and black cat.

***

"OK Enos, you think you got all that?" Rosco glared through tired and burnt out bright blue eyes at his younger and enthusiastic deputy who stands ahead of him at the desk, "this is a damn break for us. A dumb Duke messing up...khee khee!" Rosco squeals in excitement as he thinks of the young Duke downstairs, "It may not be Bo or Luke Duke, but it's the next best thing...Garrett."

"Y-yes sir," they shy deputy quietly responds as his mind swiftly changes from the young Duke downstairs to the young Duke's family. A family that had welcomed him aboard when he had no one, a family that has welcomed him so willingly into thier home and treated him like family. Yet, now he is forced to sit and watch Garrett Duke. Regret and dread fills his body as he reminds himself of why Garrett is locked up. The law is the law.

"Look at me Enos," Enos looks up at his supior officer as Rosco stands from his swivel chair, "this is important to me...to Hogg. Don't mess up, boy. You mess this up, I'll have you cleaning toilets and the floors down the hall. You understand me, Eno-"

Abruptly the town's sheriff's threat comes up incomplete as the shattering of glass interrupts Rosco's lecture and grabs both officer's attention. "Judus Priest on a Poney!" Rosco yells out in fear as the large white tiger jumps upon the broken down door just as Enos backs up against the desk, sitting down on the edge. "Wha-" Rosco cuts himself off as he stares fearfully into the evil eyes of the tiger.

Razor strut strate up to Rosco his huge teeth bared and a deep growl gurgled from deep within his chest. His pure white paws stepped across the floor with agile ease and blunt silence.

"If you want to continue keeping all your limbs intact Rosco, you had better ease that gun belt off an toss it away." Razor snapped his pearl white eyes glaring. "You too Enos!"

He watched as the two deputies pried there belts off and dropped them to the wood floor with shakey hands, he glanced around, Garrett was nowhere to be seen. Kristy would kill them all if something happened to him during this intense and risky attack.

"Where the hell is Garrett!?" Razor demanded.


Fear gnaws ruggedly through Rosco as he glances nervously at his deputy, as if seeking help from him. Glancing back at the tiger, Rosco stutters, "Dow-down stairs. I don't know who. . .who you are, but you won't get away with it!"

"Formerly Riddick! You had better not have laid a hand on Garrett or I will have your head for my next meal. Now move! Out!" Razor snapped again driving the two law officers out into the other room and into Chet's awaiting hands.

Razor returned to the room an head butted the door leading into Boss Hogg's office, letting himself in.

"Two hundred and thirty three, two hundred and thirty four, two hundred and thirty -five," Boss slowly counts as he places each dollar bill upon the large stack to force a broad greedy smile to spread across his chubby face. Puffing on his thick cigar he continues, "two hundred and thirty-six, two hundred and thirty-seven, two hundred and thirty - eig-" Boss Hogg screams in fear and in startlement as his closed and locked door is abruptly thrown open. Momentarily, he forgets about his stash of money upon his wooden desk as he watches with intense fear as the large muscular tiger makes himself welcomed into the room. "A ti. . .tiger," Boss stutters before eyeing his money, "Rosco! Rosco come here! Rosco!"

"Rosco isn't going to beable to help you Boss, he preocupied." Razor approached the desk that Boss was standing behind, his black and white ears laid back and his white eyes wide and ferice.

"Put down the cash and come with me....or I'll make a snake out of ya." A hint of sarcasism rang in Razor's voice, but not even a trace that he was at all kidding. "Come on hurry it up! Your deputies are waiting!"

"I'm hurrying!" Hogg says, panic drips from his normal greed infested voice. Sweat slowly melts from under his white stetson and down his chubby cheeks as he makes his way around the sharp cornered edges to where the big tire stands, glarind demandingly at him. Walking to the tiger, Hogg blows a thick cloud of cigar smoke into the evil eyes of the tiger before heading towards the thrown open door.

(CUE ANYONE!!!)

[LittleRedVicki]

**AUTHOR NOTE--Special Thanks to Riddick & Kristy for the idea on this post and the one that follows. If y'all borrow my character in the future, go nicely on her! lol ** :D
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Meanwhile in Chickasaw - about 30 minutes earlier...

"Hi, Sheriff. I came in here as soon as my shift was over," said Vicki as she walked into her Boss's office.

Sheriff "Big Ed" Little, Chickasaw County Sheriff smiled at the petite redhead deputy. "Good. How was your patrol this afternoon?" he asked.
"Not too bad," said Vicki, giving Sheriff Little a stack of tickets. "I gave out at least a dozen speeding tickets, and a couple for reckless driving."

"That's real good. You're turning out to be a great addition to my police force. Could you do me a favor and deliver some papers in Hazzard for me?"

Vicki rolled her blue-gray eyes at the Sheriff. "What now?" she asked sarcastically then added, "The last time we were in Hazzard, we nearly arrested everyone for falsely banging up your patrol car. I'm not sure if Rosco or the Dukes are over it yet."

"Well, at the time, I was in a bad mood to start with especially after chasing Bo & Luke Duke, and it was a couple of months ago," the Chickasaw Sheriff laughed. "Will you please do this for me?"

Vicki nodded her head. "I guess so, Sheriff. But the next time you want some papers delivered to Hazzard, maybe we can take some money out of the budget, and buy one of those new fax machines."

Sheriff Little laughed as he watched the redhead walk out of the Chickasaw County Courthouse doors...


**ANOTHER POST FOLLOWS**

[LittleRedVicki]

About 30 minutes later, Vicki drove her Chickasaw County Patrol car across the Hazzard County line. "Wow! This is strange..." she thought shaking her head as she kept driving then added, "Enos or Rosco are usually hiding in thr trees here. Something must be going on in town."

As she drove into town a few minutes later, she noticed that no one at all was on the streets. "Where is everybody?" Vicki said to herself as she pulls her patrol car up in front of the Hazzard County Courthouse.

As she started to get out of the patrol car, 3 men and a white tiger came rushing out the front doors. "2 of those men look very familiar..." she thought to herself as they came rushing up to her patrol car.

After looking at her patrol car, 2 of the men went back inside the Hazzard County Courthouse. She didn't get a chance to get away from the other one.

A gun barrel was thrust in the open car window.
"You! Stay inside the car, and take off that gun belt!" said the gunman, snapping at the redhead.

"No! I won't do it!" snapped Vicki back at the gunman.

The gun barrel dug into her back, then moved to her neck. "Need I ask again?"

Trembling slightly, Vicki moved behind the wheel. Her knee brushed the car keys, still dangling from the ignition. The man slid in beside her, Though the gun barrel was still thrust against her neck, it was the man's eyes that she focused on as she drove them out of Hazzard. They were black, fathomless. She knew that she had seen him somewhere before.

"Where--where are we going?" she asked trembling slightly.
"We're going on a scenic drive. Just keep driving until I tell you to stop!" the gunman barked at the redhead, placing a hand on her elbow.

Vicki's thoughts were racing, seeking some means of escape, but she came up with nothing. That gun was insurmountable enough. If somehow somebody was following her...

After a few miles, Vicki abruptly stopped her patrol car in the middle of the road, jarring herself and the gunman

She then lunged at the gunman. Pure animal rage, fueled by the instinct to survive, sent her clawing first for his eyes. At the last split second, he flinched away. Her nails scraped down his cheek, drawing blood. Before he could shift his aim with his gun, she grabbed his wrist, wrenching desperately for control for the gun. He held fast. Not with all her strength could keep the gun at bay, keep the barrel from turning towards her.

It was the last image that Vicki registered: that black hole, slowly turning until it was pointed straight at her face. Something lashed at her from the side. Pain exploded in her head, shattering the world into a thousand slivers of light.

They faded, one by one, into darkness as she finally recognized who her captor was...It was Chet Duke...


CUE: Riddick, Kristy, Chet, or anyone else! :wink:

[Chet Duke]

“Ouch!” Chet said as the strawberry blond haired deputies finger nails racked his face. “That hurt.”

It was over an instant after that, Chet’s strength over powered the small women and the side of the gun collided with the side of her face. He hated to hit her like that but he feared for his own sake and hers. If the gun even accidently went off it could have spelt fatal injuries, an he hadn’t intended on harming the Chickasaw County deputy, she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hell she hadn’t even been part of the plan, she wasn’t even on there list of plans an hostages.

Chet opened the drivers door and picked the women up in his arms as gently as he could, careful not to bump her against the steering wheel. He carried her to the rear of the police car an opened a door to the back seats. For a moment he stared at her, looking at her pretty face and gentle features, brushing a lock of hair out of her face he swallowed feeling some heat crawl up his neck. She was pretty, down right pretty, too bad she had to be a deputy. Just the same his mismatched eyes stayed locked on her for a long moment an he smiled to himself, how had he over looked her in the past.

Still grinning to himself Chet shook the thoughts from his head and laid the red head in the back seat of the patrol car and shut the door. In a few short moments he was driving back towards the court house where, Garrett, Razor and Ethan were waiting for his return.

(Cue anyone.)

[LittleRedVicki]

After tangling with Chet, Vicki gave up her struggles with him.
She was good at subdueing a man with a gun, but she was no match for Chet. She didn't want to see him get hurt or herself.

Chet reminded her too much of herself when she was a wild rebellious teenager, back when she was dating Hughie Hogg for a while.

Now 30 minutes later, Vicki opened her eyes to a slit as she watched Chet drive her patrol car.
"Oh...great!" muttered Chet under breath then added, "We just past my no good cousins, Bo & Luke! I hope that they don't realize that you're not driving, little lady."

Vicki opened her eyes after hearing Chet's remark. Maybe Bo & Luke will see that something is amiss. That Maybe something isn't right.

The sunlight, glaring and relentless, was shining in Vicki's eyes. She tried to escape it, to stop those rays from piercing through to her brain, but the light followed her.

She moaned softly as the side of her face stung a little. She reached with her hand to feel the blow, but realized that both of her hands came up. That was when she realized that Chet had used her handcuffs on her.

Vicki closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep as Chet pulled up in front of the Hazzard County Courthouse.
But however, she was trying to come up with a plan.

Maybe she can convince Chet that she had changed considerably since they had last saw each other.
Working in Chickasaw with Sheriff Little in the last few years had made her as mean as he is. and could be as mean as anyone else.

Vicki continued to play possum as the back door opened...



Cue: Chet or Anyone! :D

[Garrett Duke]

Impatience and frustration coursed raggedly through Ethan's trembling body as he watched the thin needle of the second hand slowly ticking around. Glaring at the small white face of the clock that hangs upon the wooden wall while his thoughts rush roughly within him; of his past and of what had brought him here. "Relax," Ethan jumps as a large muscular hand lands upon his left tense shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Ethan slowly turns to face Garrett with a large smile spreading across his handsome face, "he'll get here and all this will take off as planned."

"Jeesh Garr, you don't have to sneak up on me like that," Ethan forced his own smile as his concern slowly moves towards what the young Duke thinks of him. Growing embarrassed of his nervousness and doubts, Ethan glances down at his black leather cowboy boots and at the dusty wooden floor before saying, "I'm sorry to be such a drag to you and to everyone. . .I mean, I want to do this. It is about time people sit and listen to us, that we be heard, and about time we all belong here. It's just I - I don't know if this is the best way to do it."

"As I said, relax," Garrett shrugs feeling his friend's tension and doubts through his shoulder, "things will work out and at the end we will be taken seriously and noticed. It's either this or I'm gone...I leave and Kristy will leave as well."

"That is if we don't get busted," Ethan gives a real smile as he forces himself to relax, "no wonder why my brothers always ignored me and left me out of their plans...I drag them all down with worrying." He gives a small nervous laugh, "I'm sorry...I'll relax. I can't help but to think of the worse...it's who I am. I don't mean to look or to seem as if I am a chi-"

"I don't think you're a chicken and neither does Chet...or I don't think he does," Garrett smiles as he looks around the large sheriff's office while listening to Hogg's, Strait's, and Coltrane's yells from the downstairs cells, "relax and enjoy...while you can."

"Yeah," Ethan shrugs glancing around while stepping away from the clock, "what you think is taking Chet so long? This wasn't in the plan."

"Eh I know but plans seem to vary and change from time to time. Don't worry, he'll come," Garrett steps down from the podium where the sheriff's desk sits to stand near the stairs, "Meanwhile we now control the sheriff's station...we should be having fun at it."

"Hell yeah," Ethan smiles as his doubts melt into confidence.

(Cue Vicki or Chet)

[Riddick]

The husky but sleek blue and white tiger leapt up the stairs an joined Garrett and Ethan by the sheriffs desk. He sat down an rested for a few moments not saying anything, everyone had been securely placed in one of the two jail cells an now all they had to do was wait for Chet.

“Everyones all secure, I’m gonna go outside and keep the look out. Don’t worry, Chet’s a bad ass, he won’t let us down.” Razor got to his feet and excited the station.

He went outside and laid down on the concrete steps, just as he was getting comfortable a Chickasaw county sheriffs patrol car pulled up to the curb and Chet got out. In his arms he carried the unconscious young, pretty red headed female deputy.

“Somebody get a shotgun and a bible.....” Razor said teasing the young Duke boy as he came up the steps an paused to talk to the tiger.

“What for?” Chet asked looking at him bluntly.

“Why a shotgun wedding of course.” Razor laughed.

“Ha ha very funny.” Chet gave Razor a friendly bump with his boot and went inside the station leaving the big tiger on the steps on the look out.

“So far so good.” He whispered to himself.

His white night seeing eyes gazed out into the street and across the town square, it was most likely supper time, only a few people lingered in the streets. None the less they had come this far, there plans would not be spoiled by someone who just happens to stroll by.

(Cue Anyone.)

[LittleRedVicki]

**Chet is used with permission on this little post.**


Vicki awoke with a start as Chet opened the back door of the patrol car.
"You know, Chet, I know that I walked in on you by accident, but I think that it was the best thing that could have happened," said Vicki, smiling at Chet.

"How so?" Chet asked, smiling at the redhead as he helped her sit up in the back seat of the patrol car. "What do you have in mind?"

"For one thing, these handcuffs has got to go. I know that you only did that out of meanness," Vicki laughed, indiciating to her bound writsts.
Chet laughed at Vicki. "So I did. Are you okay?"

Vicki rubbed her wrists after Chet took off the handcuffs. She then took Chet's hand in a friendly but suttle gesture. "I am now. Now about the other thing, Why not let me join up with you & your gang. We could do well together. I know every inch of Hazzard & Chickasaw Counties."

Chet stared at Vicki for the longest time as they sat in the back of the Chickasaw Patrol car. He couldn't believe that Vicki was talking like this. He didn't know that deep down that Vicki was just as wild as he was.

Even though Vicki suddenly felt weak and frightened on the inside, she smiled at Chet gratefully. Knowing that she didn't know if he believed her, she was more touched that he was listening to her talk, and to keep an open mind---willing to be convinced.

"What about the police force? Won't that hurt your career?" Chet asked surprised at the redhead's remark.

"We'll worry about them later." Vicki said as she giggled wildly. "We don't have to worry about Chickasaw County anyway...because Hughie Hogg runs that county now, and he's been "training" me to help him run it too."

Chet laughed at the redhead's remark. :lol:


CUE: (Anyone ready to have a good time writing!)

[Chet Duke]

(This is a joint post by Vicki & Chet)

The black haired Duke boy gave his famous sideways smile at the redheadded Chickasaw County officer and stared at her for a moment. She was down right pretty, an her eyes lit up with joy an excitment, an her lips looked inviting and pure. Chet liked his lips not saying anything more in reply to her, an silently he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss those rose red lips.

Both of them were quiet, pensive, as if neither wanted to broach the subject of what would happen soon.

Vicki stared into Chet's eyes. She couldn't stop thinking about him, even as he inched closer to her.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't feel his arm go around her shoulder. Vicki was nevertheless not surprised when she felt his presence close to her.

Gently Chet drew her closer to him, he knew what was about to happen and he could feel the redness creeping up into his face. His mismatched eyes gazed into hers as gently as they would allow, the silence over took him.

"Did anyone ever tell you your erasistable." He gave her a toothy smile, his nose so close to her he could smell her perfume.

"Not in a long time, sugar. Not in a long time," said Vicki, as she watched Chet's face inched closer to her.

"Did you know that I wanted you in my arms for a long time now, even before you started working in Chickasaw with Sheriff Little," Chet drawled in a husky voice as he slipped his arms around Vicki's waist.

Feeling that it was now or never Chet bent his head forward tightening his hold around Vicki's waist he pressed his lips to hers, his black Stetson tipping back out of the way.

Vicki trembled slightly as his mouth continued to claim hers in a hungry kiss. She didn't want it to stop for a long time.

After gulping in some air, Chet kissed her again. Heat and warmth flooded inside Vicki, along with a glorious feeling that she'd just found what she was missing in her life.

"So did you planned this?" Vicki breathless as they finally drew apart.

"Not exactly until now," said Chet as he pulled Vicki back into his arms.

He put his arm around her back and took her hand into his, his smile never fadding, his heart racing at a million miles per second.

"There was no plan really.....I just." He paused unsure how to explain himself. "I just could help myself I reckon." He said with a smile as he lead her towards the Sheriffs station enterance.

"So what do you think.....think Im a good kisser?" He teased alittle, but his heart still raced and he knew his face was red


Vicki giggled as she put her arm around Chet's waist. "You're just fine, sugar. What about me?"

Chet nodded slowly. He wasn't sure on what to say. Finally he let out a breath and looked straight into her blue-gray eyes.

"Chet, is something wrong?" Vicki asked as Chet stared at her.

"No, nothing is wrong. I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it straight. This...thing...between us is so strong, it's killing me. I thought that the feelings would go away when you left for Chickasaw so long ago, but when I saw you again, my heart started going crazy for you. I can't stop thinking about you."

Vicki sighed loudly. "I feel the same way, Chet. What are we going to do about it? How are we going to explain this to everyone?"

He only shrugged, he didnt care what other people thought, it was un important to him. " Well for now beautifull lets just leave them to there own thoughts." He lead her to the door his smile holding strong, Razor still laid on the steps to the station but his attention was not on them.

Chet opened the door for her. "Ive got a job to do, your welcome to tag along all you want sweet thang."

(Cue anyone.)

[MaryAnne]

Meanwhile, in the jail cells downstairs, several voices were going at once, most of it Boss argueing with his law officers over how inept they were for allowing this to happen. Then suddenly Boss realized what time of day it was and his newest concern was how they were going to get food. One deputy's voice finally rose above the din of the blubbering law officers. "Hush! HUUSSSH!!!"

MaryAnne Coltrane finally was able to silence everyone around her. She looked at Rosco, Enos, Cletus, and Emery Potter, who was only wearing a uniform because MaryAnne asked him to help volunteer for something. Boss puffed away nervously on his cigar.

"Yellin' ain't accomplishin' a whole hell of a lot. When them boys up there figure what the hell it is they wan't, they'll let us know."

"Well I hope it's soon," Boss said. "And I hope they're going to let us eat."

"Will you stop worrying about your stomach for one minute?" MaryAnne said. "We've been locked by an 800 pound tiger and three Dukes. I think we might have a little problem on our hands."

"Damn Dukes!" Boss yelled. He looked at Rosco. "Why didn't you stop them?"

"Like I had much of a choice against an 800 pound tiger?!"

"Argh, Rosco so help me if we make it out of this alive, I'll fire you!"

"You'll have to fire all of us then, Boss," MaryAnne said.

"I'll fire Kristy too for what her kin and her brother Garrett's doing!"

MaryAnne snorted. "If Razor doesn't turn you into cat chow first. Have you stopped to think of the possibilties of why they have us all locked up down here?"

Boss was quiet. He seemed uncomfortable suddenly.

"If I was you Boss, I'd stop worrying about the bridges you're gonna burn tomorrow...and think about all the ones you burned yesterday..."


(Cue anyone!)

[Brian Coltrane]

Blissfully unaware of the events in town, Brian's big concern thus far, was keeping a hamburger casserole warm while his kin was late for dinner. "Where the hell are they?"

He made a call to the Sheriff's department and tried the CB. No answer. "@#$%&*."

Brian turned off the oven and grabbed his car keys. Maybe Boss Hogg had MaryAnne and Rosco out on parking meter duty and they'd lost track of time. Though deep down inside, he was worried....nothing kept cops from a home-cooked meal. Especially when they weren't the ones cooking it.

He set food out for the dogs and left the house. He roared towards town in Diablo, putting the black Chevy into high gear. He careened into the town sqaure in a matter of five minutes flat.

Seeing that MaryAnne and Rosco's patrol cars were out in front of the courthouse, Brian felt some relief. Maybe county business had them in a meeting or something. Feeling less concerned, Brian parked Diablo behind a patrol car, and walked up to the courthouse. His black jacket hung upon over his shoulders, and his stride was casual as he approached the steps.


( cue anyone!)

[Riddick]

A deep tremulous growl came from the top of the steps in the shadow of one of the big cement pillars. It wasn’t a friendly kind of growl, an it was far too large to be that of any local dog.

A pair of night seeing white eyes peered from the shadows an Razor licked his large canine teeth as Brian came into view. This wasn’t in the plans, no one was supposed to be around, none of them had counted on the kin of the people on the jail cells coming to look for there missing family members. But no Coltrane, especially this one in particular was going to spoil there plans, not when they had already come this far.

“Hold it right there Brian.....an don’t move.” Razor’s gravely voice echoed deeply in warning.

He raised to his feet and an stepped out into the dim lighting of the closest street light, his long body sleek and flowing the thick blue an white coat covering his body ruffled. His back slighty curved and his shoulders rounded, ears laid back against his neck and his tail swayed back and forth twitching like that of nervous rattler.

Razor stopped his approach as he came to the edge of the top step, his huge white paws on the very edge, his razor sharp claws curled around the peak of the step.

“Where do ya think your going?” Razor asked with a hint of sarcasm....he would carry this conversation on as long as possible and keep it as friendly as possible.

(Cue Brian)

[Brian Coltrane]

Brian had seen a lot of strange things in his life; so therefore the talking, 800 lb tiger didn't phase him like it would a normal person. "Hello, Kitty. Ah'm just heah to see what's keepin' MaryAnne n' Rosco. 'Scuze me, I need to get through."

With that, Brian went to walk around the big cat.....


(cue Hello Kitty ! )

[Riddick]

The big white and blue tiger took two steps to one side blocking Brians enterance into the build, his white eyes beeming. He gave a fimilar mocking laugh at the black clad Coltrane.

"I dont at all seem somewhat familiar to you Brian? Not even my voice?"

Razor paused gazing at Brian for a moment, his eys stayed laid back on his neck and his shoulders rounded in a defensive manner.

"MaryAnne and Rosco are preocupied at the moment...." The tigers white eyes narrowed evily. "But your welcome to join them..."

[Riddick]

(Cue Brain. *sorry for the technical problem*)

[Brian Coltrane]

Brian's demeanor immediately changed. The easy drawl and friendly banter faded, replaced by a hard look and a low, edgy voice.

"Oh, I remember you. No matter what form you take, ah'll always know you. Just like you'll always know me. Now then....either you move aside, Morris....or I take a page out of the Jungle Book on yer hide."


(cue Catman )

[Riddick]

The tiger snarled viciously an arched his back in defence, his claws clamped down on the cement an his tail twitched.

"Back off!" He snarled swipping one paw in the air not ment to make contact but in warning.

"Drops your weapons an I will allow you to enter an join your kin!" He growled showing his huge canine teeth. "Its your only choice, if you run I will catch you....."

Razor snarled and gave a big roar trying to make an intimadating approache for now. His teeth bared an his chest rumbled with a vicious growl.

(Cue Brian)

[Brian Coltrane]

"That's how it is, eh....." Brian said softly. He knew now that his cousins were in obvious trouble. And if he fought the watch-tiger, there was no gaurantee he'd make it too much further, even if he won. It would haven taken more than an oversized siamese to render the law silent....and the big cat was probably just one chess piece on the board.

Running from the tiger wasn't a good option, Brian realized. Especially as he had been cooking with hamburger just an hour before.

"Awright." Brian held up one palm, and slowly reached into his jacket pocket with the other. He removed his gun, and tossed it down on the step. He took out his knife and did the same. Then he removed a black pen, a small notebook, a rubber band, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, a pack of gum, and sixty-three cents in loose change.

"Satisfied?" Brian held up both arms halfway.


(Enter the Tiger )

[Riddick]

The tigers eyes stayed intent but he stopped gowling and stepped down the steps cautiously. He gave the gun a quick bat with one paw sending it spinning off the concrete to a uncharted place, the knife recieved the same treated with more care, but none the less was disposed off.

Now standing closer to the black clad Coltrane Razor stepped aside as he had promised.

"Pick up the rest of your things....an go in the right side of the double doors." He replied.

"No games Brian.....it was a wise choice to enter piecefully. MaryAnne, Rosco.....boss....there all in there. Go on..." The tiger walked around behind Brian to encourage him towards the doors. "Get movin."

(Cue Brian)

[Brian Coltrane]

"Yeah, yeah. Go chase a mouse." Brian picked up the few personal effects he'd been allowed to keep, deposited them back into his jacket pocket, and marched up the steps. He walked inside the courthouse and strode to the double doors of the booking room. As instructed, he entered through the right side of the doors.

He stepped into the booking room, cautiously.....


(cue anybody!)

[Garrett Duke]

**this is a joint post with Chet**

"Put 'em down," Garrett abruptly yells in excitement to break through the intense silence that had began to build between Ethan and him upstairs, "because I won!"

Ethan's face fills with disappointment as Garrett lies down his hand to show a perfect run and Ethan slowly shows his cards. "You cheat," Ethan says poutily, "I mean three damn games and you win each time! Now I know why I don't play cards!"

"You just jealous!" Garrett laughs as he slowly begins to collect the cards as footsteps begin to echo off of the linoleum flooring out in the hall way. "I'll go see who it is," Garrett grows serious as he stands from the old chair and begins to walk towards the door.

Chet and Vicki entered the station hand in hand, a big grin still written on the black haired young Duke boys face. There voices carried down the hall way an the steady thud of Chet's boots knocked on the floor.

"I cant believe I have known you all this time and never told you how I felt." Chet said looking into the red heads beautiful eyes.

Then he glanced up just as Garrett came into view an the two Dukes eyes met.

"Oh good, it's only Che- " Garrett's relieved voice slowly cuts off as he sees the attractive red haired deputy from Chickasaw County standing affectionately close to Chet, their hands intertwined with one another. "What is this?" anger rises within him as he motions towards Vicki, "I thought we were a team? What are you doing with her?!"

Chet's dark eyebrows sank as his cousins facial appearance changed from lazifair to a 'what the hell are you thinking' _expression. His mismatched eyes challenged his cousin to speak again before he could get an explanation out. Quickly he stepped up slightly in front of Vicki as if to protect her with his own body.

"We are a team Garrett....Vicki is my own personal business." He glared at Garrett. "She ain’t here to get us into trouble...shes our friend!

"A team?" Garrett steps an inch from Chet's nose to glare coldly at his cousin, feeling the warmth of anger flood through him, "If we was a team you would ask for our opinion of having a new member on our side! But I guess that's not your style," Garrett awaits for a response, "you'd rather sneak her in here and hope that I wouldn't say nothin'...is that it? Sneak her in here and I don't have a choice but to accept? Hell we planned and planed and planned this through and no where in those plans was there a woman involved, not alone a deputy from Chickasaw County. Do you know what the hell you are messing with over there? Rosco ain't nothin' compared to Sheriff Little! Sheriff Little will actually shoot and make his target...which will be us!"

Vicki gripped Chets arm as his cousin got close an then within inches of his face. Chet stared back coldly, Garrett was right, this wasn’t part of the plan. But then again he hadn't expected Vicki to come into Hazzard today of all days, but his stubborn pride wasn't going to allow him to back down from his older cousin.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that she was going to show up all of a sudden! I didnt plan this Garrett! She just happened here on this particular day." Chet snapped back in defense.

Garrett angrily mimics his cousin before he roughly shoves him away from him before sending Vicki a hardened stare. "Then perhaps y'all can leave and me and Ethan here will finish out the rest of the plan...the way it was suppose to go," Garrett eyes Ethan for a second as he shakes his head in disagreement at the idea, "Hell Chet, you growing soft here? Never have I figured you to be the type to cave into a woman and allow a woman to get in the way of your plans! We all agreed...to stick to the plan no matter what. You allow exceptions to the rules and pretty soon there will be no rule, no plan at all. No plan and this whole thing will blow up in our faces! I'll be damned if I have to get arrested and go back to jail just because of a woman!"

That was the last straw, Chet shook Vicki's grip off his arm and he swung his fist landing a healthy punch to his older cousins nose. Then he took a step back his chest heaving with anger, his eyes on fire and his nostrils flared.

"I have not gone soft you sonofa*****....an you know it!" He spat the words.

"No! Chet....please stop." Vicki pleaded grabbing Chet's lower arm and pulling him back towards her.

Pain flares through Garrett nose and upper lip as blood begins to pour from both nostrils, quickly clogging within his thin hairs of his goatee. Surprise filtered with anger rushes through Garrett as he only half way hears Chet cussing him out. "Coulda fooled me, jackass!" Garrett cuss back as he slams an heavy hard hook directly onto Chet's face, forcing him to lose balance. Spotting Chet's moment of weakness, Garrett quickly follows up with another hard punch to the other side of his face to throw him onto the ground. "Gottya now sucker," Garrett spits out as he pins Chet upon the floor, "think you're manly to attack me? Do you? Hell if you know what I've been through!" With that he sends another hard punch directed at Chet, landing upon his chest.

The younger Duke grunts as his cousins heavy fist land son his chest forcing the oxygen out of his lungs. Blood smears down the side of his face from his mouth, the anger burns and wails inside of him, his eyes flicker with a twitch of hatred.

Panty he wordlessly replies to his cousins cocky words an cussing with a swift kick to the older mans groin an then a fast right fist to his ribs.

"You may have been a scummy city rat..." Chet's chest heaves for air an in anger. "But I have faced things that you have only seen in movies."

Fighting for air Garrett glares into his younger cousin's eyes before spitting out, "So you say. Interesting enough you say such thing, since you of all people don't know what I went through." Anger corses through Garrett's muscular body as he grabs a hold of Chet's shirt and thrashes him roughly into the wall.

It was a quick move, Chet saw the wall coming but he could not avoid it, the side of his face collided with the concrete immediately stunning him. He collapsed to the floor gasping for air and cussing ever word in the dictionary.

"You....stupid...sonofa*****...mother@#$%." he spat blood from his mouth and made an attempt to roll onto his knees. "Your no different then them..." Chet pointed towards the stairs an the people in the jail cell below. " You think....your so much better then me....because you have been places....done things that I haven’t...."

Vicki could do nothing but stand back out of the way with her hands covering her face in fear as the two men 'duked' it out.

"Garrett!" Ethan yells in surprise as he exits from the sheriff's restroom to see the two men fighting. Surprise and shock rushes over him as he is fought on what he should do or if he should intervene. "Get control over yourself, fighting with our member surely isn't going to make things better!"

Garrett glares at his beaten cousin and becomes aware of the damage he had create but the anger continues to grab a hold of him as he glances over at Ethan.

As quickly as his spinning head would allow Chet crawled away from his cousin an with aid of the wall pressed himself to his feet. He spat blood from his mouth onto the clean floor and hugged his arm around his aching chest.

Thank god Ethan had at least drawn his attention for now, long enough for him to get to his feet. Vicki returned to his side, her eyes fears stricken a deep with concern, he nodded to her that he was alright.

"I know she wasn’t in the plans Garrett.....but what else was I supposed to do...."Chet coughed an sputtered for a moment. "She got in the way by accident...."

"Hell like I care any more," Garrett sighs in defeat, "at the moment I don't care...period." Garrett reads the relief in the younger Duke's eyes at the sight of Ethan, "Yes thank-you Ethan for your do the right attitude." Turning back to Chet he says, "You shoulda attacked me while you had the chance." Garrett takes a deep breath before walking back into the office, fighting to decide what to do now.

Before Chet could say anything more Garrett disappeared into the sheriffs office, the young Duke boy hung his head shaking it as he picked his hat up off the floor and shook it off.

"Im sorry Ethan....Om' sorry you had to get in the middle of that. "Chet sighed deeply." Hes right....I should have asked ya'll what you thought about Vicki helping us."

Ethan takes a deep breath before glancing into the open sheriff's department to watch Garrett's back as the Duke sits upon Rosco's swivel chair lighting a cigarette. "I shoulda jumped in sooner," Ethan finally turns to Chet and Vicki, "no apologies needed to me at least...Garrett may owe you one, but I doubt you'd get it from him. Though the way he looks now, you just might," Ethan takes a deep breath as a spooky thought enters his mind to send a chill rushing down his back, "Welcome aboard, Vicki." Ethan offers her a smile before checking in on Garrett.

[MaryAnne]

Down in the cells in the basement, everyone paused hearing the argueing voices that carried from the booking room.

"Sounds like they're fightin'," Boss observed.

"Yeah..." Rosco said.

The words were hard to make out, but there was no mistaking the "How the hell was I supposed to know that she was going to show up all of a sudden!"

Then there was some more exchange of words, and a female voice interjected, trying to smooth things over.

"Who is that?" Rosco asked.

MaryAnne shook her head. "I ain't sure....it sounds like Vicki."

"Vicki?!" Cletus said. "I thought she was in Chickasaw?" He paused. "Oh now wait a minute, you don't think she's involved in all this too?"

"Either that or she showed up at the wrong time," MaryAnne replied.

Eventually, the voices settled down. Either they had all killed each other up there, or had come to some kind of resolution.

"They stopped," Rosco said.

"Good," Boss said. "If there's one sound I can't stand it's a bunch of sqawking Dukes."

"Oh yeah? Well yer gonna git an earload of squawking Coltrane," MaryAnne said. She then turned to bars and the stairwell. "HEY! HEY UP THERE!!! WHAT'S GOING ON??! CHET!!! GARRETT!!! ETHAN!!! SOMEBODY BETTER GIT THEIR POSTERIOR DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!!!"

"Or else what?" Enos asked.

"Or else I'm gonna go hoarse..." MaryAnne replied.


(Cue anybody!)

[Brian Coltrane]

Somehow, Brian's entry to the booking room had gone unnoticed by the arguing conspirators. Perhaps they assumed he was part of the gang...or perhaps they were too involved with thier own concerns to care what he was up to. Brian was about to interrupt them and ask where MaryAnne and Rosco were...but then found his question answered by the yelling from the downstairs cells.

"That answers that." Brian walked downstairs to the main cells, and found them packed with all of the Hazzard County officials...including his own cousins. He strolled up to the bars, unable to keep the amusement off his face.

"Well, shut mah mouth!" He drawled obnoxiously. "I dreamed about seein' this someday...and damn, heah it is! I wish I had a camera! Just wait until you try the chipped beef for yer prison dinner, cousins. It's somethin' special."

Grinning, Brian stayed out of reach on the other side of the bars, unable to resist teasing the incarcerated just a little bit.


(Cue anybody!)

[MaryAnne]

"Brian, how did you get down here---" Rosco started to say.

"Never mind that!" MaryAnne said. She glared at Brian. "For your information we were all forced down here by Chet, Garrett, Ethan and Riddick! Now wipe that grin off yer face and get the keys there and let us out of here or so help me I'm gonna...."


(cue anyone!)

[Brian Coltrane]

"Awright, awright! I was just savorin' the event, that's all. Keep yer badge on."

Brian strolled over to the peg on the wall, and took the ring of keys off of it. "I should make me copies of these. Could come in handy someday." He walked back to the cells, and debated which key was for what door. "Hmm. Guess I got a fifty-fifty shot of gettin' it right the first time. This jailer-type stuff can't be all that difficult...."

Choosing a key, Brian stuck it into the cell lock that held MaryAnne, Rosco, and a few other folk.....


(Cue anybody! )

[Riddick]

Suddenly the big cat bounded down the stairs and dashed into the room, with one mighty leap he pounced on the black clad Coltrane making an attempt to unlock the cell with the keys. He bored him to the ground with his sheer brute weight, bracing each of his front paws on Brian’s shoulders.
He growled and snarled barring his teeth in the mans face his claws set on the surface of Brian’s leather jacket on the brink of penetrating it.

“Big mistake!” Riddick snarled just barely holding his claws back. “That was a foolish move Brian.... if you have as many brains as you think....start using them.....or they will become part of my next meal.”

The tiger moved one big paw up to the edge of Brian’s black shirt under his jacket, he placed his paw against Brian’s throat just over his jugular. His claws eased out an set on the surface of Brian’s skin then halted there, he didn’t want to hurt the Coltrane, but he would not allow him or the others to escape.

“Take my advice and corporate.” The big tiger said in a low voice, he turned his head to the left briefly to glance at the people in the cell watching. “I don’t want to hurt you....but you will not spoil this for the others and me.”

(Cue Brian or anyone.)

[Brian Coltrane]

"Point...taken." Being flat on his back and pinned down, with sharp claws menacing his throat, Brian didn't push his luck. The idea of becoming a big dish of Coltrane-flavored Cat Chow wasn't appealing in the least. He looked back at the angry cat with an involuntary swallow.

"Awright, Morris. You got nine lives...I don't." Brian sighed, then flicked his eyes in the direction of the jail cell. "If you want me in there, tho'...you gotta let me up."


(Cue the Cat )

[Riddick]

"Good..." Riddick said near a whisper.

He backed up taking his paws off Brian and releasing him from being pinned down, but the tigers ears stayed laid back in warning.

"Go on open the door." He nodded towards the cell door and the key still jammed into the lock, and he watched the black clad Coltrane.

Again he glanced at the law officers within the jail, none of them had said anything during the whole ordeal.

(Cue Brian, MaryAnne or anyone. Nice job Brian, an thanks.)

[Brian Coltrane]

Brian slowly got up and did as he was told. He turned the key in the cell lock and clicked it open. He left the key in the door and stepped inside the cell, as the other occupants moved back to make room.

After pulling the cell door shut behind him, Brian reached through the bars, removed the key from the lock, and tossed it away. It landed on the floor near the watchful tiger.

Brian muttered a condolence to MaryAnne and Rosco. "The chipped beef ain't that bad, once ya get used to it...."



(Cue anyone!)

[DaneyDuke]

A camera lens slid close. “This is gonna make some interestin’ pictures for their family scrapbook.” A brunette mused from behind Boss’s office door that was partly ajar. In their fighting, both Chet and Garrett had not observed her watching them. She didn’t know the young man who had spoke to the red haired woman. The temptation to slap Chet with his hat brought a smile to her lips. She tiptoed to the desk where a backpack sat open. Chatter from below, Rosco’s office and the main booking area covered the noise made in gathering items. She moved slowly to the other side of the room.

Maybe this was one adventure she could duck out of before someone exclaimed “Flapjacks on a ferris wheel”

She wrinkled her nose, not wanting to speculate anymore on Chet’s latest choices. The detective focused on successfully climbing out the window then thinking about Chet’s behavior. Casually, she went over to the small opening that allowed sunlight into the jail cells. She crouched down in the wet grass. Hazel eyes widened in surprise.

(cue anyone!)

[Riddick]

The big tiger picked the keys up off the floor and carried them in his large mouth, allowing the old iron keys to just hang from his bottom jaw hooked on his large canine teeth.

“Thanks....”

Sleekly he walked away, going up the stairs and back to the main room of the station, he placed the keys on the desk in the middle of the room without a word. For now everyone would just stay in that cell, safe, out of the way and completely under the power of the four of them....well five including there new recruit.

Riddick looked around, pausing to turn his big head and listen, all was silent for now and everyone seemed to be at peace. Feeling that he was not needed for the time being he went back out side in the cool night air, darkness had swallowed up the earth and only the street lamps lit up the quite town. Silently he laid down on the cement steps once again, lazily resting his head on his paws.

For the longest time he just lay there, listening and watching just like he had planned to and like he was supposed to. His white night seeing eyes gazed around, but nothing seemed to stir, the earth around him didn’t even appear to be alive.

Suddenly a sound gurgled from the night an he jerked his head up from its resting position on his paws. Growls and snarls echoed through out the silence as a pack of dogs came into view, there teeth bared and there noses wrinkled.

The big cats first natural instinct was to run as the dogs grew nearer and nearer at a run. In moments they would be right on top of him and he would have nowhere to run to. Agilely he leapt from the cement steps glancing over his shoulder as he cleared the bushes making a mad dash for the tree in the front yard of the station. He wasn’t sure he could climb it but it was his only chance, the pack was large and strong enough to make a mess of him.

As strong and as fast as he was, he was one and they were many, Razor came to the big Oak tree and proceeded to attempt to climb up high enough to be out of there reach. But his weight proved to be too much and his claws would not dig in deep enough to support him. Futilely he returned to the ground turning around to face the pack of 6 half starved, blood thirsty dogs.

They wasted no time in attacking all at once and storming there prey, quickly Razor backed away until he was against the building. Clawing, biting an snarling he mauled them brutally, while clawing one he would bite another, quickly he sent two yelping away leaving four strong attacking him, he backed up to the buildings rough cement wall.

Suddenly a bullet zipped by just barely missing the battling tiger and shattering the glass to the window. Just as Razor was about to bite into the neck of one of the dogs and swipe at another, a bullet reported from the darkness and blood exploded from high in the tigers front left leg.

The wounded leg refused to support the tigers massive weight and crumbled under him and the pack of dogs bore him the rest of the way to the ground. For a few short minutes he continued to battle despite the over whelming odds and the wounds that he had taken from the dogs bites.

While Razor’s attention was reverted to the pack of dogs six mean looking men emerged from the street carrying clubs and bats. They approached the battle going on and beat there own dogs off of the wounded cat, two men dragged the remaining four dogs away and packed them into an awaiting car.

The other four men surrounded the tiger laying on the ground beside the building, one held a .38 caliber hand gun, and the rest simply carried a club or a bat. They watched the big animal, there hungry eyes feasting on the blood leaking from the panting cats torn hide and bullet wound.

“Is it still alive?” One of the returning men questioned in a curled voice.

“Oh yes.....very much alive.” Another replied his eyes intent on Razor.

Riddick lay with his back leaning against the building, the blood soaked paw of his wounded leg tucked under him and his head raised high his bloody teeth bared. His muzzle coated in a thin layer of blood, his sides heaved in exhaustion and his face, shoulders and back bled from many open wounds made by the dogs tearing bites.

Altogether he counted 8 men, four surrounding him, two with the dogs and two in the car. Somewhere, some how he had no doubt that there were more men, these coyotes were like men he had once known in NYC, they all traveled in huge groups of somewhere between 10-15. These odds dawned on him like a thunder storms clouds in approaching with a raging wind.

(Cue anyone who dare. Preferably someone in the jail cell or someone new.)

[Riddick]

“Lets cut it up and take its hide, its got to be worth a high....”

“No! No.....were not going to kill it. Its our calling card, we’ll leave it right where it was on the front steps.”

Riddick growled and snarled swiping the air with his good paw in warning for them to stay back. He raised his back up his rear feet trembling for a moment an then holding steady, his front right leg aided him in rising to his feet, but his left leg proved useless in its state.

One of the men raised a club an came at him the very moment he managed to get to his feet, Riddick tried to back away only to crumble back to the ground against the wall his wounded leg buckled under him.

“I did a number on his foreleg there, the beast will probably bleed to death.” One of the men said spinning his .38 on his hand cocky like.

“Lets just leave it there, its friends will come looking for it soon enough.”

The big tiger snarled and hissed, his mouth open as he panted tiredly.

“Fine....lets get out of here.” The gang member paused an grew closer to the wounded animal. “You tell your friends were coming....” He said evilly an swiftly kicked the panting blue tiger in the ribs.

Just as swiftly Razor struck out with his good paw and twisted his head around, he hooked his claws into the mans leg an sprang his rear feet forward quickly bitting into the mans lower thigh. The gang member went down, bored to the ground by the sudden weak pounce by the tiger and he struggled his hands gripping at the animals face as it tore at his legs.

“Get off me!.....Let go!”

Enraged Riddick bit an clawed pinning his prey to the ground with his massive weight and quickly proceeding his attack up to the gang members chest. Luckily for the struggling, frantic gang member his comrades came to his aid, there clubs and bats flew pounding the tar out of the attacking tiger.

Over come by the blows and weakening from loss of blood Razor stumbled back, crumbled to the ground and lay panting. His sides heaved, his nostrils flared an his tongue hung between the canine teeth of his lower jaw. The once beautiful white fur that lined his muzzle now lay stained and soaked thickly in blood.

His attackers helped there wounded into an awaiting car and pealed out disappearing into the night, leaving the wounded tiger lying in the front yard of the station. Purely exhausted Razor laid in the grass for nearly a half hour before forcing himself to his feet, his legs felt stiff and he hurt so very badly. But despite it all he dragged himself up to the steps, pausing to rest more then once, and slowly but surely he made his way into the station.

With out a single word he passed through the booking room on his way to the stairs, weakly, one step at a time he walked down the steep stairs until he came to the bottom. Swaying with dizziness, his limbs trembling in pain and fatigue he made his way over to the jail cell and plopped down beside it in a heap. With a audible groan Razor laid back flat on his right side wincing at the pain that it caused, his back pressed against the cell bars an his blood flowed freely onto the cement floor.

(Cue anyone.)

[LittleRedVicki]

**Chet & Razor are used with permission.**

As Razor was coming downstairs, Vicki sat in a corner near the stairs, staring at the entire Hazzard County Police force locked in a jail cell.
She had known them all for a long time. She hated to see them in there. Maybe she can talk Chet into letting them out.

Just thinking about it, Vicki headed towards the stairs.
Chet caught up with her as she put her hand on the chain-link door. "Vicki, where are you going?"

Despite the stares from her former friends, especially Rosco, Vicki smiled at Chet. "I need to get some fresh air. We have been down here for several hours now. Plus I need to go make a phone call."

Chet put a hand on Vicki's shoulder, steering her back away from the jail cell door. "We'll go up in a little while, sugar," Chet drawled in a husky voice, kissing her on the cheek.

"Oh...okay," said Vicki as she stared at Rosco, winking an eye at him, telling him that it will be all right.

"I wonder what is keeping Razor," said Chet as he looked at the clock on the wall. "It's been over an hour since we left him on the Courthouse steps."

"Maybe we need to go looking for him," said Vicki as she opened the chain-link door then added as Razor stumbled in, "Oh...my...lord!"

Chet's dark eyes grew angrier as he saw a beaten Razor. "What happened to you, Razor? What did they do to you?"

"A gang..." hissed Razor, panting for breath. "Ambushed me...right outside the Courthouse..."

"I'm going to clobber them with my bare hands!" said Chet angrily walking towards the clain link door.
"Chet! Don't you Dare! We don't need for you to get hurt too!" said Vicki as she tried to stop Chet from going upstairs as everyone looked on...


**CUE: Whoever is ready to add!** :wink:

[Brian Coltrane]

Looking through the bars, Brian caught sight of the wounded tiger. "Somebody call a vet !! Or a taxidermist...."



(cue anybody)

[Chet Duke]

Chet Dukes mismtached eyes suddenly turned there attention to the wise mouthed black clad Coltrane within the jail cell.

"Yeah....yeah call a taxidemist....finish him off just like you planned." The young black haired Duke boys eyes narrowed.

"It was you...." Chet pointed his finger at Brian strutting up to the jail cell. "You and your Syndicate bullies did this to Riddick!"

Suddenly Chet whirled around and shouted up the stairs, his voice tremulous with anger and pinched in hate.

"GARRETT!!!....ETHAN!!!! Get down here!" He turned back to the cell sharply his eyes firery. "We got our selves some trash to take out!"

(Cue anyone.)

[DaneyDuke]

"What trash?" A voice called to Chet. It was not Garrett and Ethan who appeared but Daney.

(cue anyone)

[Brian Coltrane]

At this, the color faded from Brian's face, and he shrank away from the bars. "GAAAAH!! "



( cue anyone )

[Chet Duke]

"Daney! What are you doing here?!" Chet burst out angrily. "Great this is all I needed! A goody goody Duke to complicate things!"

Suddenly he strute forward and grabbed Daney by the arm pulling her demandingly down the stairs and in front of the jail cell.

[Brian Coltrane]

"We're full down heah!" Brian said. "No vacancies! Not acceptin' applications! Capacity has been reached! Standin' room only! Reservations ree-quired!"

Brian knew the only way one more person would fit in, was if one was taken out...and who knew what that could mean. After Chet's earlier outburst...Brian wasn't interested in leaving the confines of the cell.


(cue anyone)

[DaneyDuke]

It was the worst possible thing Chet could’ve done, using violence. Daney was upset at being given no choice but tried not to let it show. She would not retalitate in the same manner that Chet had. Brian's candid remark brought an impish smile to Daney's face.

She wrenched out of Chet's grasp, strolled over to a small table. A game of checkers had been left unfinished. Quietly, she sat down in one of the metal chairs. She glanced sympathically to the two cells full of folks.

"Chet, aren't you at all concerned about your friend, Razor?"


(cue MaryAnne! Rosco! anybody!)

[LittleRedVicki]

Brian was right. There was one less person down there in the jail cells.

Without anyone noticing it, Vicki had sneaked upstairs as the commotion was going on downstairs. She was going to make that phone call tonight, no matter what the consequences was.

"I hope that Chet doesn't figure out what I'm doing, or I might end up in the jail cell with everyone else!" thought Vicki as she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

After a few seconds, a answering machine came on at the Chickasaw County Police Station. The recorded message said in a tone that sounded a lot like Sheriff Little, "You have reached the Chickasaw County Police Department. We are all out of the office, if ya leave a name & number, we will call you back soon. Thank you and Have a Nice Day!"

After hearing her boss's recorded message Vicki blurted into the phone, "Sheriff, this is Vicki. I am still in Hazzard, me and the entire Hazzard County Police Department are held at gunpoint by a gang! Please get me some help here!" Vicki said in a shakey voice as she hung up the phone.

Still hearing the commotion downstairs, Vicki slowly walked downstairs and back into the Jail Room without anyone noticing that she disappeared...


**CUE: Anyone! :wink: **

[MaryAnne]

While the rest of the jail area was consumed in temporary chaos, MaryAnne had kneeled down by the bars of the cell and looked at Razor. He was wounded, badly and there was little she could do with the bars that seperated her from the large tiger. But she would do what she could.

Razor's left leg looked to have taken the worse and the snow white fur of the tiger was now a mess of matted, dirty red. She removed her black neck tie and put her arms through the bars working carefully to tied the material around the leg of the animal in an attempt to slow the flow of blood to the wound.

"Yeah, Chet," MaryAnne said evenly, looking up occassionally at the Duke boy. "Aren't you concerned about Razor here? More than that, aren't you concerned that if a gang beat and attacked a tiger you reckon they might have something in store for the rest of us? You think it was Brian's Syndicate buddies?? YOU'RE the one that helped put the entire Sheriff's department in jail. How convienent...."

MaryAnne turned to Rosco, Enos, Cletus and Emery. "Give me your neckties," she said. Although all four hesitated momentarily, they subsequently relinguished their ties and handed them to MaryAnne. She then turned and added those to the one she already had around Razor's battered left front leg. She glanced up at Chet occasionally as she worked.

"What are you really up to Chet Duke? Why do you have us all in here? Why don't you lay all your cards on the table...."

(cue anyone!)

[Riddick]

The big tiger’s white eyes watched MaryAnne, of all the people in that cell she was probably the only one that he trusted. He didn’t raise his head but lay panting, blood oozed from his nose where they had clubbed him and where the dogs had bit him.

As MaryAnne tightened the neck tie around his leg he winced and groaned loudly, winning and raising his head a little. Weakly he licked the back of her hand and laid his head back down on the concrete floor. His eyes wandered, glancing at Chet wondering what the Duke boys answer would be to the Deputies questions.

The young Duke boy paced back and forth nervously, he knew that Razor was in bad shape but he also knew how tough the tiger was. Chet stopped by the animals side, his eyes gazed over the stained and ruffled fur coat.

“Those are bites....made by another animal, those were not made by the gang. That gunshot wound is one thing...but those bites are another.” Chet said kneeling beside the animal and smoothing one hand over his side.

In reaction the big animal growled at the Duke boy an raised his lip showing his huge canine teeth. Wincing he began to quiver in pain, his big body trembling. Chet quickly pulled his hand away and stood up, his eyes intent on the agony that Razor truly was in.

Hesitantly he opened the cell door and motioned for MaryAnne to come out in place of Daney.

“He doesn’t seem to mind you....” Chets eyes dropped. “Please come out and help him MA.” He reached out and grabbed Daneys arm from where she sat at the small table, not at all gently he pulled her over to the cell door.

(Cue anyone.)

[Garrett Duke]

Anger continues to course through Garrett's powerful body as he silently stares at the bland art work that decorate the commissioner's ugly walls. Anger not directed at Chet or at anyone, but at himself. He knew what he wanted and at the same time he knew what they were doing wasn't the way to atrieve what he wanted. How could locking up the damn law make things better? A small grimace works it's way between his thin dirty blond goatee as he comes upon the thought of where he is heading; jail. A shiver trails down his spine at the thought of jail, thinking of the six months he had earned at the State Pen when they had found drugs upon him while he was in the Army. Him and his friends.

"I ain't gonna be the one that takes the fall this time," Garrett mutters aloud before catching himself.

"What was that Garr?" Ethan asks across the desk from Garrett, "Take what fall? I thought you were the one that was positive with this."

"I was...I am," Garrett quickly corrects himself. Three years ago he had been in the Army with dreams of being someone, of fighting a war, coming home an Army. That was until he met Hawk, Diego, and Jake. They all had become a team of outsiders grouped together where they had introduced their drugs to Garrett and Garrett had joined in voluntarily, wanting to feel included. When the officials had sniffed wind of drugs, it was Garrett who was found with the drugs, not his newly founded friends.

Looking up at Ethan he forces himself to attempt to fight off the nightmarish memory to think of what is going on now. "You do realize that we are now have two choices...and neither one is one that I want to take," Garrett sighs deeply as Ethan watches him curiously, "You see the law ain't gonna just let us walk out of here when we think we have what we want. Nah, it won't be that easy...they'll arrest us and we'll face twenty to fifty years in jail...the state pen. Our only chance of walking out of here free men is if we use force and kill them all and hope that they don't find evidence it was us that killed the law of Hazzard."

"Chet didn't say anything of killing anyone," Ethan spoke up through the eery silence, "I ain't killin' no one Garrett...I may be as bad as you, but I am not gonna cross the same line my brothers had."

"Didn't say you were gonna kill anyone and neither am I," Garrett stares at Ethan who grows nervous in his wooden chair, "but I ain't gonna go to jail either. There's no way out."

"We could walk out of here now," Ethan shrugs, "tell Chet it's through...or tell him you have to go check on Kristy."

"Either way the law knows we've been here and we backed Chet and Riddick. It's too late to back out now," Garrett subconciously rubs a thick left index finger down his long wide scar on the right side of his neck, "the only choice we have is to finish what we started."

Ethan's eyes shine in doubt and mistrust as he eyes Garrett warily, fighting to understand what Garrett really means. "But if we aren't going to kill anyone, that leaves jail time."

"Twenty or fifty years is better than life...or more like it, the death penalty," Garrett looks up at Ethan, "We'll figure something -"

Garrett is interrupted by Chet's abrupt and loud yelling from the basement and Garrett glances up at Ethan before jumping up to his feet. "That's us," Garrett sighs as he slowly reaches the closed door before Ethan, "and it sounds like he's in trouble or hurt or both."

"Yeah," Ethan numbly agrees behind Garrett.

Garrett nods at Ethan before turning back to the closed door and moves to slowly open it with horrifying thoughts flooding through him. Slowly opening the door, Garrett finds Vicki standing at the side of Rosco's aging desl, with her back to them. Garrett motions Ethan to stay where he was as he watches Vicki holding the black phone up to her ear for a long silent moment. Listening to Vicki slowly beginning to leave her message, fear and anger radiates through him at Vicki ratting them out and at Chet for allowing her to come here freeely, for falling for her lies, her wise scheme to not get thrown in with the Hazzard law.

"Stay here for a moment unless I need help," Garrett whispers to Ethan before he slowly begins to tip toe his way to Rosco's desk while keeping an watchful eye on the brave red head to make sure she doesn't see him.

Garrett holds his breath as he walks up to Vicki and quickly and forcefully places a tight hand across her mouth and another tight and violent hand across her stomach, holding her hands to her side. "Nice try...you can't fool everyone, darlin'!" Garrett hisses into her ear before he quickly and harshly kicks the phone across the room to make it disconnect, "Well, I read you from the second you walked in here with Chet...I knew you were trouble! Too bad he didn't listen to me!"

"What now?" Ethan asks as he joins Garrett at the desk where he continues to hold tightly onto Vicki, feeling his anger and frustration bubble within him.

"I want you to go down and drag Chet up here," Garrett hisses as he drags Vicki to one of the upstairs cells that rests behind the sheriff's desk, "I don't care if you have to save his ass from the local law down there...get him up here right now!"

"OK," Ethan says quietly as he watches Garrett drag open the cell door.

"And don't tell him what happened or what I want," Garrett hisses as he shoves Vicki into the cell and slams the door shut and locked before lighting a cigarette, "Just tell him I want to see him...now!"

"On my way," Ethan says as he reaches the stair way.

(Cue Vicki or Chet)

[LittleRedVicki]

Garrett hustled Vicki inside the jail cell. She balked, not wanting to go in there, but Garrett urged her in.

Vicki paced around the jail cell, hoping to come up with a plan to get herself & her friends out of this mess.

She was angry with herself for making that phone call, but she had to do it for the safety of everyone, even the gang that she came across when she accidentally walked in on them.
She wasn't even sure that Sheriff Little got the message, but perhaps someone there did.

Taking a look at Garrett, who was sitting at a desk, she knew that she had to be careful with him. She looked at him closely. He looks a lot different now than how he was a few years ago, like he had a personality change.

Maybe she should ask him about it later if she got out of here. She knew deep down that he wouldn't hurt her, but he had to show her who was in charge.

Vicki walked over to the bars that held her captive. As she grabbed hold of it, the bars moved a little. Garrett must have not shut the bar door all the way before he locked it. Maybe she can work it loose, but it will take some time doing it.

"Darlin, are you doing okay in there?" Garrett asked as he laughed.
"Just peachy..." Vicki said, sighing loudly as she sat back down on the cot in the jail cell as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs...


CUE: Anyone! :wink:

[DaneyDuke]

Ethan arrived at the bottom of the stairs and viewed Chet being handcuffed to the open cell door.

"He should’ve known better than to let a private investigator roam around with their jacket and backpack." Enos and Cletus whispered to each other.

Blue eyes twinkled mischievously; the metal click had been music to his ears. Was it cliché or convenient, nope. “Daney…”

“Not now Sheriff,” Daney glanced to Razor, MaryAnne. “Get Doc or a medical kit?”


"That's right, contribute." A voice encouraged.

(cue anyone, preferably MaryAnne)

[MaryAnne]

"Preferrably both," MaryAnne replied. She looked over the other wounds Razor had. "Doc Carney would be able to patch these wounds better, bein' the vet..." MaryAnne looked back up at Daney and Rosco and then her eyes were drawn to Chet. The deputy's face suddenly turned to alarm...


(cue Chet!)

[Chet Duke]

“Don’t you dare move Rosco!” Chet glared, his mismatched eyes beaming.

His left hand lay securely hand cuffed the cell door, but his right hand was free and now pressed a .45 to Sheriff Rosco’s forehead, right between his eyes. Rosco slowly raised his hands, he noticeably swallowed and a drop of sweat rolled down his nose.

Chet face twisted in anger as his right hand pressed the gun firmly to the Sheriffs head. His own kin had just betrayed him, although that wasn’t surprising she had indeed betrayed him to the law.

“So very kind of you Daney, Im so glade that you are so very willing to risk Rosco’s life rather then simply willingly doin as I ask.” He snapped. “Now you will unlock my wrist....and you will put yourself in that cell. If you don’t I swear to @#$%! God that I will spread Rosco’s brains on this cement floor.”

The young Duke boys voice was fierce with anger, the muscles in his right arm flexed as he gripped the handle of the pistol firmly.

“You stay right there MA....Daney can take your place in the cell.”

(Cue Daney.)

[DaneyDuke]

Daney laid her backpack on the floor next to MaryAnne. She looked respectfully at the brown haired deputy. She would not be responsible for someone else's fate. “Ok, Chet…” In spite of Brian’s earlier recommendation that reservations be placed, Daney walked around the wide open door, Chet attached to the last cell bar of it. At 6”3’ Chet towered over several folks in the room. She stepped next to Rosco. “Please let Rosco move so the key will go into the lock better.” She asked. But did not look at Chet.

(cue anyone)

[Chet Duke]

(*Joint post made by Daney and Chet.)

"No!" You take those keys out and give them to me Daney. Rosco doesn't move until those keys are in my hand." Chet Duke snarled and continued to pressed the .45 caliber pistol to Rosco's forehead.

"And exactly how am I suppose to put them in your hand?" Daney answered.

"When i see the keys I will make that possible." Chet shot back, the anger flaring in his eyes.

"Chet, you're not comprehendin' what I am sayin'. And that is to even get the keys from my pocket, I need Rosco to move over." Daney replied politely.

Chets jaw line went ridged as he gritted his teeth. "Alirght Rosco, back up two steps." Chet instructed demandingly.

With that, Rosco backed up two steps, the pressure on his forehead releasing as he backed away from the barrel of the pistol.

The Sheriff took a deep breath. Blue eyes stared at the slightly taller Duke boy. Then glanced over Brian's head to MaryAnne and Razor, the tiger.

Enos, Cletus and Emery were scrunched against the cot. A silver of moonlight coming through the window down on the brown blanket.

They looked nervously at the dark haired Duke boy. Daney had no sympathy for him. She retrieved the key and slowly reached her closed left hand up to place it in one of Chet's hand.

"Chet, you realize that with the gun in your hand. I can't give you the keys."

In the blink of an eye Chet placed the gun back in its hiding place in the back waist band of his jeans and reached up with his right hand suddenly grasping Daney's wrist. He looked her in the eye boldly, his grip on her wrist firm.

"Now, drop the keys into my other hand, if you make any sudden moves you'll just plain regret it." His voice was ice.

(Cue anyone)

[Garrett Duke]

Garrett glances up at the small clock that hangs over the sheriff's desk as he numbly lights another cigarette while his mind continues to tiredly wind from thought to thought. It wasn't suppose to happen this way...if only things had stuck to plan, maybe...

"Damn it," he utters as he throws his feet off of the old scarred desk to sit up in the uncomfortable chair before glancing over at Vicki in the cell, "You know I like you...it's too bad you had to make the move you did."

He watches for her reaction for a long moment before glancing back at the small clock, counting down the minutes that Ethan had been gone. Five. How long could it take to go get Chet? Questions explode within him, questions without any answers following them.

"I don't want to leave you alone, darlin," Garrett turns back to Vicki blowing out a cloud of smoke, "but if Ethan don't come back I'm gonna have to lock that door shut on you...to go get him and Chet here personally."

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Ethan slowly takes the steps one at a time while he allows his mind to explore the possibilities of all that could be going on downstairs. From all the arguing and yelling is coming from. Thoughts quickly turn into anxiety and fear of the possibilities that run through him, shoving his thoughts to what the future will hold. Once again he mentally returns the discussion he had with Garrett before he had found that out of town deputy on the phone about killing or jail time.

Anger bounces within him at allowing him to get involved, allowing himself to help push this plan into action. The plan had reeked of havoc, of a load of chaos, but it seemed like the only thing th at could be done. The least violent possibility out of the list of possibilities. He agreed that something had to be done and he wanted to help as much as Garrett had, but he never thought it would go this far. It was to get the message across and let everyone out on their happy ways. But Garrett is right...they won't just go out on th eir happy ways, not without arresting the people who had held them captive.

Reaching halfway down the flight of stairs, his mind turns to his brothers who had turned to drugs and to violence. There was no way he was going to cross the same line they had...he may not be no angel, but he knows what's right and will stand up for what is right. Taking a deep breath he fights to remind himself that is what they are doing, fighting for what is right, sticking up for themselves and perhaps for the people of Hazzard. Something good could come out of all of this.

Ethan's thoughts are quickly interrupted as he reaches the bottom step to the basement of two cells to see all the commotion that is going on. Fear and anxiety race through him as he feels his chest tightening within. Looking from face to face he silently and absentmindedly runs a shakey hand over his well trimmed thin copper brown beard and mustache. His intense dark green slash gray eyes quivers from person from person while his mind races for what to do now.

(Cue anyone!)

[Brian Coltrane]

At the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, Brian spoke up. "Daney, give Chet the damn keys. Maybe you don't mind gettin' killed, but I'd rather not see Rosco, or MaryAnne, or anybody else heah, made an example of."

With this, Brian edged up closer to the bars, until he was at Rosco's shoulder. With a silent, dark-eyed glare, Brian watched the rogue Duke boy. There was no telling what would happen, once Chet was loose again....and in Brian's cold expression, there was a criminal's scorn. He knew a screwed-up plan when he saw it....

...and he knew how expensive screwed-up plans could get. The cost was usually paid with innocent lives....


( Cue anybody. )

[Chet Duke]

Suddenly seeing the black clad Coltrane move forward Chet released Daney’s wrist and drew his .45 from his waist band again. He pointed the gun at both Brian and Rosco, his facial expression going colder.

“Don’t get any closer Brian!” Chet warned an then turned the gun on Daney. “Now this is your last warning..... take your jacket off, toss it to the opposite side of the room and unlock my wrist.”

Chets mismatched eyed glare deepened yet further, his temper raising. The sound of someone coming down the stairs echoed in his ears, a uneasy feeling passed over him. Hesitantly his right thumb drew back the hammer on the gun.

“You’ve got 10 seconds to put that key into the slot on these handcuffs....10....9.....8....”

(Cue anyone)

[DaneyDuke]

*joint post*

Chet's game was stale as day old bake goods. Daney froze in taking off her jacket like Chet had requested. The room started spinning like a pinwheel in the wind.

The problem with unlocking the handcuffs was that would enable Chet to retrieve a second weapon of his choice from his own jacket. "Chet, do you want the jacket first or the keys?" Daney interrupted the countdown.

"Your jacket..." Chet paused his threatening count down. " Throw it away....then hurry up an put that key in these cuffs." His voice was mean and edgy.

The mistmatched eyes watched Daney daringly, the gun in Chets hand stayed boldly pointed at his older cousin. He wasn't afraid to shoot her or anyone else, him and the others had come this far....there was no turning back.

"Fast..." He demanded.

Chet had not specified where the jacket was to go. It slid off Daney's shoulders and then her arms. Hazel eyes stayed focused on Chet inspite of the thundering footsteps and whispers behind her. It landed on the floor. She kicked at it with her left brown cowboy boot, in back of Rosco and Brian.
The jacket found a home almost on Cletus's scuffed work boots. She gasped.

"Ya kicked it the wrong way! What the hell good is it going to do me by Cletus?" His voice got meaner as he snapped at her. "Your trying patience that I dont have Daney! Unlock my wrist! NOW!" He nearly spat the words an waved the gun at her.

"Chet, you're never satisfied with anything!" Daney commented politely.

"UNLOCK IT" Furious now Chet stepped forward putting the barrel of the gun in her face.

"Maybe if you'd calm down. I wouldn't be so hesitant to give you the keys." Daney's words came out slowly.

"Im not going to calm down! Youve got five seconds!" He glared. "5.....4...."

The dragoon tactics of Chet, only caused the detective to feel like she was going to spontaneously combust. Just go poof like in a magic show. Everything went black for a moment and the keys fell out of her hand, onto the other side of the cell bars. Dizzy, she turned and leaned against the cold metal.

Almost frantically Chet snaked his arm through the bars and grabbed the key off the floor, quickly he jammed it into the hand cuff around the cell door. He unlocked the cuff leaving the other one dangling from his wrist as he stood up and pocketed his gun and the key.

"Why was that so hard an dramatic for you Daney...." Chet mumbled. He backed up leaving her in the cell with out a care in the world as to the condition she was now in. Quickly he slammed the cell door shut tight and locked it behind himself.

"Now MaryAnne can help Razor..." He said a snap still in his voice.

(cue anyone)

[LittleRedVicki]

She wasn't going to die now or in the future as Vicki stared blankly around her small enclosed prison. She decided that she wouldn't give Garrett the satisfaction of imitiating her either.

She knew that Garrett was just angry with her, and knows that he wouldn't intinally hurt her. Besides Vicki didn't even think that she gotten through to Sheriff Little anyway. More than likely he would think that it was an old message anyway.

Maybe there was a way to get out of that cell considering that the cell door didn't close all the way. She just had to figure out how to "jimmie" the lock a little bit like she used to when she was a wild teenager running around with Bo & Luke. Heck, she even used to run around with Garrett & Kristy too as well. Before Garrett changed considerably.

"Why did Garrett do that to me, and why did he change?" Vicki questioned herself as she knelt down on her hands and knees looking at the lock on the cell door, hearing the commotion downstairs....


CUE: Anyone! :wink:

[Riddick]

It was a relief to see Daney finally placed in the jail cell with the others, she would be safe in there and out of harms way. A wave of pain came up the big tigers body an he quivered squinting his eyes and battling against it. He gave a deep pain filled cry, after the wave passed Razor laid his head back down on the concrete floor panting.

“MA....we can’t allow Doc Carney to come....” Razor’s side rose and fell as he panted, his voice near a whisper and pinched. “Its....to risky.”

Slowly, as if hesitantly he shut his eyes and just lay resting, his breath came in short pants. His blood spread onto the floor, oozing from his nose and spilling from his wounded leg.

“I’ll be....alright....I just need....to rest.” He gave a deep sigh an relaxed back on the hard floor.

(Cue MaryAnne)

[MaryAnne]

MaryAnne had stood pat, ice frozen when Chet pointed the gun directly at Rosco. The tension in the jail had suddenly gone up ten fold and increased with each passing moment between Chet and Daney's exchange of words. Enos, Cletus and Boss had all stood still, watching Chet. Emery had took to shaking like a leaf. Brian had moved up beside Rosco, which had shifted the course of the chess match between the two Dukes, because now Chet had only one gun but more than one target to possibly hit.

Finally, when Daney did what was asked of her and Chet was released from the cuffs, MaryAnne relaxed marginally. Daney was placed in the cell and with the imminent danger pass, Rosco had turned toward the back wall, trying to regain his composure. Something about the cold touch of a gun barrel to the head was not warm and fuzzy.

With the cell door shut, MaryAnne watched Chet as he stepped away from the bars. She looked into the cell at Rosco, and then glanced at Brian giving a look that said make sure he's awright 'k? She then looked at Chet again and Ethan, who had been standing at the bottom of the stairs during the whole intense stand off.

Razor's voice caught her attention and she looked down at the white tiger. "Too risky?" she said. "Riddick..." she paused and then spoke gently, "Razor, listen to me, you need more than rest. You need a doctor. I got some supplies in the cabinet over there, I can probably patch ya up fairly decent....but the risk comes in how long you stay here like this." MaryAnne paused and she glanced up at Chet and Ethan who were watching her with Razor. She looked down at Razor again. "Why do you have us here like this?" she pleaded in a whisper.

(cue Riddick or anyone!)

[Riddick]

“I’m sorry MA....” Razor whispered opening his eyes again.

The big cats eyes watered in pain as they turned to look at the deputy, he couldn’t help but wonder why he was really there. Why had they foolishly done all this, his mind swarmed with reasons, but none of them seemed to be enough, even the idea of simply being there for his friends.

“I wish.... I could....explain it....to you somehow...” He paused licking his big tongue around his jaws and took a deep breath clearing his throat. “I don’t know where to start...”

Chet turned on his heal quickly and strut back up to the jail cell, faintly over hearing what Razor had said. He drew his gun again an pointed it at the tigers head, his arm shaking nervously. The Duke boy was officially enraged to an intense and insensible degree.

“DON’T YOU TELL HER ANYTHING!” Chet spat and drew back the hammer of the gun.

“Chet....” Razor gasped and pushed himself up with his one good front leg.

Staggering and tripping, barely managing he backed away smearing his blood across the floor, his eyes intent on the black haired Duke boy. Beyond his limit Razor pressed himself in the corner where the wall and the second cell intersected. Weakly he crumbled to the floor his head pressed against the cell and his back against the wall.

His warning made clear Chet eased the hammer down and put the gun away, with a stern glare at the tiger he glanced at MaryAnne. Then he walked back to the stairwell to talk to talk to Ethan and see exactly what was going on.

“I wish.... you could... just put me down.... MA.” Razor lay in the corner, he shut his eyes withering, the emotions that had grown inside him since he came to Hazzard shining through.

The big cat became silent an he breathed slowly, his mind battling back the curtains of unconsciousness that threatened to take over him. His body relaxed against the floor as he grew weaker, ready to allow the hands of unconsciousness to grasp him.

(Cue MaryAnne or anyone.)

[Chet Duke]

(This is a joint post written by Garrett, Vicki and Chet.)

His face still twisted in anger an his jaw line tight, Chet returned to the stairs where he joined Ethan. Ethan had seen the entire scene with Daney and the jail cell, then his threat to Razor.

“This is all messed up now!” He said to Ethan as they started up the stairs. “W