meanwhile at WXIM 97.8FM…

    “Hey all you leather clad limbo heathers… this is Alic Peazeki and you’ve tuned into The Chart. Hmm…It’s been one busy week and let me tell you..I am not too happy about it. Alice is always happy right? cheerful and chipper! Not today! This town is being run over by Gabbys… Yes…Not One, but multiple Gabbys. Gabby De Voux, just targeted my new best friend Margo, and she’s under the Gabby spell. If that isn’t bad enough, Gabby TrensDonall got signed on to overlook the California Arts Center and my dear friend Better Porter got fired. So LA… Attack of the Gabby’s is upon you… My advice…STAY CLEAR!…. We’ll be back with more girl gossip after the break…peace!”

Alice took off her headphones and reached into her purse for her anti-depressants.
The stations manager walked in and slammed a memo on Alice’s desk..

“What’s this?” Alice asked.
“Read it. You think the Gabby attacks are bad. We have an armed terrorist heading toward LA in a plane he hijacked.”
“The fun never stops in LA,” Alice quipped. She popped her pill and took a sip of water. She glanced at the piece of paper and as soon as she read the first line the water spewed out of her mouth in shock!
“Having trouble drinking?” the station manager asked.
“Holy *****…” Alice whispered.
The on-air sign went red and Alice was back on the air.

“Attention all you lovely ladies and gentleboys…hold on to you seats…have we got some news for you today…Remember me talking about the saga of Jenny Schector? Well things are about to get a lot more interesting in the department…”

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meanwhile back at Jenny and Shane’s pad…

    Jenny walked into the kitchen and glanced around. ”Yes”, she thought. No one was around. Just as she was about to reach up to grab the Oreos, Shane grabbed her by the hand and drug her into the living room.. “Uhh. I was just gonna have one,” Jenny said with slight embaressment. “Don’t worry about the Oreo’s Jenny. You need to see this.” Shane clicked to channel 9.

“….about to land. We are not sure of his intent. But there are hostages inside and we will have a negotiator on the scene. The airport is completely shut down and members of the military are here to intercept the plane if indeed does not land properly. So far there are 2 dead and there may be more. Stay tuned.. The plane is planned to land in 10 minutes. Their has been open communication between the pilot and ground control. He has every intention of landing properly. The hijackers name is Tim Haspell. He is a women’s swim coach for Ohio State. Once again…his motives unknown…”

“Holy ***** Jen” Shane said, “We need to get you outta here.”
“Tim… Oh my god. What the ***** is he doing. Is he ***** crazy?” Jenny said oblivious to Shane’s suggestion.
“C’mon. I dont’ think anyone is safe here. Tim might come here for you Jenny.”
“Where should we go then? *****!”
“I don’t know. Get in my car. We’ll figure something out.

They both piled into Shane’s Ford pickup and drove down Santa Monica at lightning speed. Images of the plane and various pictures of Tim were being shown on large screens as they drove down the highway. 
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meanwhile in Mark’s studio out back…

He played back the video of Shane showing Jenny the news and then frantically rushing out of the house. His hidden camera were still up and working VERY well.. Mark popped a beer cap and reclined back in his chair while taking a gulping sip. He wiped his mouth and grinned.
“I’m going to Sundance!!”
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The plane landed. Tim managed to get away rather swiftly with the help of 2 hostages he used as shields. It was all a blur to him. His anger made him forget the plane trip, the cops he shot while trying to get away from the airport, and the reason he was now in some random alley in the West Holleywood slums. He noticed he was holding still holding his gun and at that point it all came back to him. The dead hostages in the trach can were starting to bleed onto the pavement. The sewer rats were starting to indulge in the most unholiest of feasts. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper with an address on it: 896 Samson Square Apt. 32B.

Someone in Ohio said this doctor was someone who could help him out. He’s a little pricy but he work was supposedly top notch. Tim remembered the phonecall he had with Good Doc Stevens. Tim had sent him headshots of himself to see what the doctor thought. Good Doc Stevens said that after the operation and some healing, Tim had the potential to win beauty pageants. Coach Haspell didn’t want to win pageants, but merely wanted to get into the pants of his ex-lover…one miss Jenny Schector. Not as Tim though, but as something entirely different.. He would seduce her with the looks of an angel and the inner hatred of a bitter coach.

Haspell hitchhiked all the way to Samson Square. The Doc was already waiting for him outside with a cigarette.
“Coach.” The Good Doc reached out his hand in greeting. 
Haspell returned the gesture timidly.
“So…uh…you’re Good Doc Stevens?”
“Yes, so I am. Better save the conversation for indoors. You’re making quite the splash on the news.”
They walked inside the dingy looking apartment/doctor’s office.
“I know the office isn’t much to look at, but doing the work i do require a level of…how do you say it??…discreteness…” The Doc flashed Haspell as grin.
“Yes…yes…this office isn’t much to look at son, but you DEFINATELY will be something to look af after I’m through with you…”
Tim sat in the chair. The Doc put a pill in his mouth and Tim swallowed it. 
The Coach started to fall into a darkness he could not control. His eyelids were unusually heavy but he felt very good. The last thing Coach Haspell heard was The Good Doc’s seductive voice.
“I’ll see you on the other side Coach.You might wanna try out for your own swim team after we’re done here… he he he….”

The Coach was out and The Good Doc began…

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Part III coming up…