Chapter 3: A Hard Day's Night

	January 26, 2016
   "Bobby!? Where'd you get off to!?" Paperback was not amused at all.
She'd been searching for who knows how long, and no sign of Bobby. But
then it hit her: the criminal that took out that kid must have Bobby.
"Oh, man! He's gonna get himself killed! I gotta hurry!" she said, and
took off toward the Cavern Club...
Meanwhile, Bobby woke up from his unconscious state in a dimly lit room,
chained to a wall, with a target painted on his chest. Soon, a man in a
black trench coat and a fedora stepped into the room. "Agent McCartney,
I presume?" he said.
   "You filthy scumbag," Bobby said, angrily. "Where's agent Paperback?"
he jerked at the chains, not noticing the rifle in the man's hands or
the target on his chest.
   "Oh, don't worry yourself, boy, agent Paperback is alive..." the man
said, loading the rifle. "... For now, anyways." He laughed, and this
threw Bobby into a state of total rage.
   "Shut up, you psychopathic piece of crap! Let me go!!!" he said as
he jerked at the chains, finally noticing the rifle and target. "You
won't get away with this!" he said. He began to worry.
   The man lifted the rifle and aimed for the target...
   And Bobby began to sing.
   "HELP! I need somebody! HELP! Not just anybody! HELP! You know I
need someone! HEEEEELP!"
   And as if on cue, Paperback burst into the room and delivered a
devestating kick to the man's jaw.
   "Paperback! You made it!" Bobby exclaimed. He knew she'd never leave
a partner behind.
   "Sure did!" she replied, winking. Bobby's face turned red again. She
turned to the man, her face turning to an angry expression. She then
said, angrily, "And you're going away for a long time, Mr..."
   Evan. And I must disagree with you on that one, Ms. Slate," the man
said, pulling a grenade-like device from his coat. He pulled the pin,
and a second later, the room filled with smoke, and as it cleared up,
he was gone.
   "Stupid smokescreen grenades..." Paperback said, walking over to Bobby.
"You alright?" she asked him as she unchained him and removed the target
from his chest.
   "Yeah," Bobby said. "Where'd he go?"
   "Doesn't matter," she replied, looking him in the eyes. "Right now, all
that matters is that you're alright."
   Bobby was so overcome with emotion, that as soon as he was unchained, he
flung his arms around Paperback's neck and held her close. Bue a few seconds
later, he jumped back to the wall, his face turned red, and he cleared his
voice and said, "So, yeah, um... Thanks for saving me."
   Paperback just laughed, and she walked up to him and did likewise to him.
She lifted his head up so they were at eye level, smiled at him, and said,
"You're welcome." His face turned violet as he smiled back.
   Just then, Paperbacks Communicator started to beep. "Agent Paperback, do
you copy?"
   Paperback took the device out of her belt, and started to speak. "Agent
Paperback, I copy."
   "This is Commander Stevens, requesting a status report."
   "Not so good, sir. Objective escaped using a smokescreen-grenade. Current
location unknown. Heading back to base. Over and out." She turned off the
Communicator, put it back in her belt, gave Bobby his bass guitar back, and
smiled at him and said, "Let's go home."
   And within ten minutes, they were back on the plane to the base, singing,
"Two of us wearing raincoats, standing so low, in the sun... You and me
chasing paper, getting nowhere, on our way back home... we're on our way home...
we're on our way home... we're goin home..."