Veronica and I were investigating ...
Oct. 13th, 2006 08:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
molly_oUgh. I just got up 20 minutes *before* the alarm went off (and I am typically a snooze-button-pusher), after I woke from a nasty nightmare. There was some conspiracy to make some folks "disappear" and take their money. And Veronica Mars and I figured out who was doing it and where, and went there on the eve of the Final Transaction.
We snuck into the hideout (an old frame house in the woods, of course) and most of the bad guys (who seemed of an age and disposition to be fraternity guys) were gone, but the main guy was still there. He had some kind of history with Veronica, and faced with prospect of having to shoot her, he said forget it and fled. She dealt with the computer files, and I put the paper documents in my backpack, and we were just waiting for everyone to be out of the building so we could sneak out, when the door opened.
It was a mild-mannered, Barbara Billingsley-type older woman, who seemed to accept at face value our story that we were part of the gang, and asked for our SSNs to make sure she could deposit our share of the loot. And we were being all cooperative, because we would bust up the ring before she could do anything with our SSNs (and in retrospect I think that was a mistake, it tipped her off that we had what it took to stop them).
So the three of us are in this little room being all smiley and cooperative, and the old lady opens a door in the corner that looks like a closet door, but on the other side of it is another, plywood door that has a padlock hasp and a big chain on it, and it's out of Veronica's line of sight so I'm all, "Veronica, look at this crazy door?! It has chains and hasps and things!" -- warning Veronica what the lady is planning but also playing it super dumb and clueless. "I wonder what on earth is behind that door that it needs all those locks and things to keep people out?" I say brightly.
"Maybe they're to keep people *in* if they don't like what's happening behind the door," says the little old lady, equally brightly. And that's when I woke up, because the best plan I could come up with was to throw myself on Mrs. Cleaver so Veronica could make a run for it, and even my unconscious mind didn't think that would work.
So I get up out of bed and stumble down the hall and RM says good morning and my first words are, "We have to stop watching Veronica Mars."
We snuck into the hideout (an old frame house in the woods, of course) and most of the bad guys (who seemed of an age and disposition to be fraternity guys) were gone, but the main guy was still there. He had some kind of history with Veronica, and faced with prospect of having to shoot her, he said forget it and fled. She dealt with the computer files, and I put the paper documents in my backpack, and we were just waiting for everyone to be out of the building so we could sneak out, when the door opened.
It was a mild-mannered, Barbara Billingsley-type older woman, who seemed to accept at face value our story that we were part of the gang, and asked for our SSNs to make sure she could deposit our share of the loot. And we were being all cooperative, because we would bust up the ring before she could do anything with our SSNs (and in retrospect I think that was a mistake, it tipped her off that we had what it took to stop them).
So the three of us are in this little room being all smiley and cooperative, and the old lady opens a door in the corner that looks like a closet door, but on the other side of it is another, plywood door that has a padlock hasp and a big chain on it, and it's out of Veronica's line of sight so I'm all, "Veronica, look at this crazy door?! It has chains and hasps and things!" -- warning Veronica what the lady is planning but also playing it super dumb and clueless. "I wonder what on earth is behind that door that it needs all those locks and things to keep people out?" I say brightly.
"Maybe they're to keep people *in* if they don't like what's happening behind the door," says the little old lady, equally brightly. And that's when I woke up, because the best plan I could come up with was to throw myself on Mrs. Cleaver so Veronica could make a run for it, and even my unconscious mind didn't think that would work.
So I get up out of bed and stumble down the hall and RM says good morning and my first words are, "We have to stop watching Veronica Mars."