| Arriving with the biggest pole |
 Author: Jones
Date: 02-20-12 17:07
C.O. Jones, suave & sophistication incarnate, climbed from his red Ferrari waving off the valet. He'd parked it already, so why waste a tip on the kid. Gathering his equipment from the trunk he gave one last consideration to the stocks of explosives. He was sure that he could whip up just the right little bit of quivering with some explosives. But the tight-asses down at city hall had refused him a permit and the cops had followed him ever since.
So it was plan-B time. Not that that should put out C.O. Jones' ever ready lothario skills. So with pole over his shoulder, um, fishing pole. Please, get your minds out of the gutter. So with fishing pole over his shoulder and a big cooler with the rest of their needs Chico ambled around back. Letting his EOD partner Corporal Blackjack loose to find a convenient spot to do his doodie duty among the flower gardens.
Seeing that weird guy Anias fighting to pull something out of the shallow end, probably Nyan complete with swords knowing that one's luck, Jones headed for the deep end. Settled in next to the diving board and got himself a cold beer out of his cooler. After a couple of swallows Chico set the Guinness aside and busied himself with his pole. Fishing pole. I warned you once.
Now C.O. Jones was after big game. Which meant something of the female variety. Just like he was always after. Mermaid would be his first choice. But there were a wide range of female water spirits that could fill his evening plans out quite nicely too. So careful of the dozen red roses in their cut crystal vase for sealing the deal, Chico carefully hooked his bait on the line. An engraved invitation to dinner, the opera, and dancing before adorning to his suite at the Four Seasons sealed in waterproof plastic.
Making a perfect cast into the depths below the floating bikini bottom that looked to be left by the owners of the pool turned pond Chico settled in. Barely finishing his second Guinness when the tugging started on his line. Telling Blackjack to go back to sleep he set his beer safely aside. Grinning over at the still too busy to notice Anias, C.O. Jones expertly reeled in what just had to be the best catch of the party. Well, since he was here and catch-able that would have to be second best catch. But you get the point.
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