Inside the Book: Charles is Charged by Bridget Chase, Kindle eBook
Scott Baio has been framed for murder. At least that is what he believes. Everyone else think he killed the Pembroke family. They also think him to be Charles, the fictional character he played during Charles in Charge. Scott’s friend Buddy Lembeck comes to the rescue and helps that jail bird fly the coup. With the help of a CIA assassin, the three set out to find what sinister mind is behind the heinous plot of framing America’s Sweetheart, Scott Baio, for murder; and the solution involves quantum travel.
Sample:
A Mere Mortal
Scott Baio was strapped down to a table.
A doctor filled a syringe.
Scott had been charged on murder and was about to find out what happens after death.
Lethal injection, shit; fuck, fuck; I’m scared; I didn’t kill them; this cant’ be happening.
His mind rolled in a violent tsunami.
Two armed guards stood by the door.
A two-way mirror was the main feature in the stark room.
On the other side, were unknown people watching the execution.
How can they watch me die? I’m innocent!
“I’m innocent,” he said.
The two guards held stern faces. One said, “That’s what they all say.”
“No, Charles; you are guilty,” the doctor said with a sinister grin. He was a bald man with no facial hair and smooth skin. Ah, that about does it. He squirted poison from the end of the syringe.
“It’s best you accept your actions. You’re going to see the lord today.”
“Dammit, I told you my name is Scott. Fuck, Charles was just a character I played and the Pembrokes were a fictional family. None of this makes any sense.”
One of the guards stormed over.
“You psychotic piece of shit! I saw what you did to those girls and her paren-,”
The other guard hurried over and placed a hand on the guard’s shoulder, “Let it go. This guy is getting what he deserves. Come on, people are watching.”
“You’re right.”
The two guards went back to the door. The upset guard sniffed and wiped a tear away.
“Any last words?” the doctor asked. He held the syringe to the bulging vein on Scott’s forearm.
Last words?
His racing heart and mind fired like fireworks making any rational thought impossible.
Scott’s lips moved but no sound came out.
“Fine; Charles you are herby being put to death by lethal injection for the murder of the Pembroke family. May God have mercy upon your soul.”
Scott whimpered. “I’m not Charles.”
KA-BOOM!
What Friends Are For?
Scott thought that was it. The leaving of the world was like an explosion.
“Charles, It’s me; Charles?”
Scott opened his eyes.
I can’t see!
From the haze, emerged a face.
“Charles it’s me Buddy; Buddy Lembeck.”
“William Aames?”
“No, Buddy; come on. I’m getting outta’ here.”
The shackles on Charles’ wrists were removed.
The ones on his ankles were then loosened.
Scott sat up.
Smoke from the explosion filled the room.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
A sudden shower of rain was released.
“Come on,” Buddy said; he helped Scott off the table.
COUGH! A guard on the ground moaned and rolled over.
The double mirror was blown out. Everyone on the other side, had fled.
“What’s happening, William? Why are you here?”
Buddy helped Charles through the broken two-way mirror.
“WHOA!” Charles stopped.
A woman stood there wearing dark sleek tactical gear and held an assault rifle.
“Easy, she’s with us,” Buddy said.
“This way, I got a clear path,” the woman said. She was devastatingly beautiful. Like a real knockout- brunette hair, a lean athletic build, and eyes that kill; but the giant assault rifle was what really kills.
“She’s amazing,” Scott said.
Buddy said, “I know that’s Firefox.”
BOOOM!
A flash and then smoke.
(COUGH) “Maybe not. Fuck, we were followed,” Firefox said, “Move.”
With a hand she pushed them against the wall next to the door.
CLAKK-CLAKKK!
POP, SNAP! Bullet ate the door frame.
Splintered fragments flew.
Firefox crouched and leaned her back to the wall.
A break in gunfire.
She leaned out.
KA-KA-KA-KAKKK!
The muzzle flashes lit the smoke.
The gunfire was returned.
“Here.” Firefox held out an uzi for Buddy.
He took it, “What do I do?”
“Lay down fire above my head. I’m going in.”
Going in, who is this chick? Scott wondered. I nearly pissed myself and she is going in? Is any of this happening? I must be dead.
Buddy nodded.
In a low crouch, Firefox disappeared thought he door and into the smoke.
Buddy stood and aimed high.
BRAA-KA-KA-KA-KK!
Hot rounds flew down the hall.
Firefox stayed low; she pulled a nasty knife from her leg sheath.
The popping light guided her.
There one is.
She could see an elbow sticking around the corner.
I don’t know how many there are.
She was about to find out.
Firefox grabbed the exposed arm.
She tore around the corner and right as the guy was gasping, STAB! She shoved the knife up-under the soldier’s helmet and under his chin.
The guy screamed in a quick pitch and then was silent. The sharp end of the knife popped out on of his eyes, POP!
Firefox spun in a ballet of practiced death.
Three other guards were startled and raised their guns.
She, STAB! Drove the blade into the first guy’s groin. He howled. Still moving, SLICE! Tore the grisly blade across the next guy’s neck.
Scott heard the men scream, “She’s butchering them!”
“That’s Firefox for ya’,” Buddy said, “I was lucky to get her aboard this mission. Her services costed five million dollars.”
“Holy shit, how’d you pay her?”
Buddy leaned out and peered down the hall.
A last dying scream resounded.
He slid back next to Charles. “Ah, it was this whole thing where me, and my buddies, robbed a bunch of casinos and such. I think they made a couple movies based off our heists.”
Wow, is Buddy really a kick ass casino robber? Or am I in some afterlife?
“We’re clear,” Firefox yelled down the hall.
“Good, let’s get you outta’ here, buddy,” Buddy said.
“Geez, and go where? I’m a convicted murderer.”
The Quantum Conundrum
“Thanks,” Scott said to the waitress.
“Isn’t this place great?” Firefox asked. “I always come eat here after I kill people.”
“Yeah, sure is,” Buddy said. He popped a salty fried pickle into his eager mouth; followed by a big swig of cold beer.
The waitress set down burger and fries in front of each of them.
Scott picked up the beer. It was frothy and super cold. SWIG, “Oh that’s good. Especially because like an hour ago I thought I was going to die ‘n shit.”
The three sat at a small table in the dive restaurant.
Scott had a beer mustache on his baby smooth upper lip. “So. what’s the plan? How did I get framed for murder? And how do I know I’m really not dead and this is some strange fake reality?”
Firefox popped a delicious, salty fried pickles into her beautiful mouth. She smiled cheerfully as him, “Oh, you’re not dead. This is real. If it weren’t you wouldn’t have flinched at the gunfire.”
“Hmm.”
Buddy chimed in, “I’m not sure who did this but anyone that frames my best friend should die.” He took a bite of the burger. Cheese and grease dripped onto the wax wrapper. CHEW CHEW! “I do have an idea of who done it.”
“Yeah, who is that?”
WIPE! Buddy smeared a napkin across his mouth. “Well, I don’t know their name, but I suspect it was an one armed man.”
Scott rolled his eyes, “Oh, Buddy.”
“What, its true. A man missing a limb is up to no good. Science, bitch!”
Firefox butted in, “Is there someone from your past who might have done this to you?”
Scott was staring at her cleavage. Twin compact, springy mounds held tight by her combat jumpsuit. Damn, could those tits be any prettier? Maybe this is heaven?
Firefox, played by Amy Acker, noticed; she didn’t say anything.
“Um,” Scott Baio thought a moment. “No, no one comes to mind. Everyone pretty much adored me.”
“Hey look,” Buddy said. “That guy over at the table.”
He pointed to some old man with a large grey speckled beard wearing a slicker, like a fisherman.
“Yeah,” Scott said.
“He looks bad. I’m going to check him out,” Buddy said. He got up from the table and went to the bartender. He said something. The bartender pulled out a long samurai sword from behind the bar. Buddy thanked him.
“What’s he doing?” Scott asked Firefox.
She sipped her ice-cold beer, “Probably nothing good.”
“Hey, old man,” Buddy said
The fisherman turned, “Huh?”
SLICE! Buddy brought the blade down.
CHOP! SCREAM! The fisherman howled. His chopped off arm fell onto the table and then on to the floor. Blood sprayed from the severed shoulder. It sprayed the people sitting at nearby tables.
“I got him,” Buddy shouted to Scott. He had a big ‘ol gin on his face.
Blood and dark matter pelted the ground in rhythmic spurts like a heartbeat.
Firefox turned away from the scene and asked, “You sure you don’t know who did this?”
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