Don Dingo's Adventures Chapters 1 and 2

[Shadow]

(not sure what rating to give this I'll give it a PG13 just to be on the safe side seen as there is some violence)
CHAPTER 1:Trouble in the Sky

In a panic Dingo grabbed hold of the man's leg that was sat beside him. The man in the black suit tried to prise the young mans hands off his leg; tutting in annoyance as he did so.

"I don't like flying," shouted Dingo as the plane took off into the sky.

"I gathered that now get off," snapped the man in the suit.

Dingo did get off. Clamped his hands over his ears as they popped like mad. He did not mind flying all that much it was just take off and landing. When his ears did stop popping he clung onto the man yet again.

"Please you'll crease my suite," said the man trying to be patient.

"If it's that expensive why aren't you in first class?" Dingo said cheekily as he took a daring look out of the window; saw they were well away from the ground and relaxed, took his hands slowly away from the man.

The man only grumbled and ignored him. So Dingo lent back in his seat and happily unbuckled his belt. It was going to be along flight all the way to California to visit some old friends. London would soon be far behind him. Well being a long flight he had brought the essentials an ipod and some lunch, that plane food was awful.

He put his earplugs into his ears and played his heavy metal music full blast. This should make time fly. The man in the suit gave him a dirty look. Just to get on this mans nerves he started to head bang. Really went for it making his hair swish about everywhere.

"Excuse me," said the man only Dingo could not hear him. "I said excuse me!" this time the man shouted. The whole plane looked in the mans direction because he was shouting.

"Can you please be quiet," said an air hostess as she passed.

"But but but," murmured the man staring open mouthed at Dingo who had stopped his head banging and was giving the air hostess a smile.

"Would you like anything sir?" she asked Dingo.

"A coke would do wonders," replied Dingo hearing her having turned off his music.

He got his coke and a phone number which he slipped into his jeans pocket. He got a lot of numbers. As he drank his coke he listened to a conversation going on in front of him. He did not usually listen in on people but when you heard people talking about guns it was hard not to and him being a detective well he was not going to pass the opportunity up for a case.

One of the people talking about guns had gotten to his feet. Dingo watched him walk down the aisle for a moment then got up and followed him. This seemed really odd, you did not talk about guns when you were on a plane. Good job he had a cool head and never got worried.

"Where you going?" asked the person he was following realizing he was being followed.

"The toilet. Not a crime is it?" Dingo said trying to sound normal.

"No not at all. Sorry I just get jittery on planes," he apologized

Dingo went to the plane toilet. He kept the door open a crack and watched the guy walking down the plane. Saw him drop something under one of the seats then walk back. Dingo fully shut the toilets door then opened it back up when the man had passed. Curious to know what he had dropped Dingo went to go check it out. When he got to the seat he wanted he pretended his shoe lace had come undone and made to tie it back up. As he was doing this he looked underneath the seat. There was something shiny under there. He reached under to get it. Got a hold of it and pulled out a sharp knife. Horror struck Dingo shoved the knife into his converse shoe and quickly got to his feet.

Before he left he took a glance at the man sat on the seat he had gotten the knife from underneath. He had short black hair and rough pale looking face.

"What were you doing?" grunted the pale man seeing Dingo looking at him.

"I well my shoelace it came undone," explained Dingo. "And then I saw your er your necklace," he said quickly seeing that he was wearing a gold necklace with a Chinese dragon hanging off it. "Where is it from it's very pretty," Dingo asked trying his best not to seem suspicious just in case this man had something to do with the knife, which was highly likely.

"That doesn't matter you could not afford it," he smirked giving the little gold dragon a stroke.

Dingo's arrogance got the better of him. "I'll have you know this very jacket I'm wearing cost quite a lot of money. One hundred pounds actually. You should go join the dude in the suit I'm sitting with. The I'm amazing guys that aren't even in first class even though they think they can afford it," Dingo shouted then stalked off to his seat. Leaving the pale rough faced man staring at him in shock at being spoken to in that way.

Now Dingo had a problem he was carrying a knife on a plane. Not a good situation. In fact it was one of the worst situations possible. If someone found out he had a knife he would be in major trouble. Hopefully the knife would go un noticed. He made like nothing was wrong and ate the apple and tube of pringles he had brought along for the flight. Whilst eating he observed the two men in front of him. After a couple of hours he saw them glancing worriedly over at the man with the expensive necklace. He was staring back at them looking angry. Then after a few minutes his attention turned to him; he gulped down a mouthful of pringle as the man came over to him.

"Tying your shoelace huh?" he whispered.

"Yeah long laces I step on them easy," smirked Dingo

"Please I am trying to sleep," groaned the man in the suit. They both ignored him.

"You've got something of mine and I want it back," he said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dingo insisted.

"I'll get it. I always get what I want," he said grabbing hold of Dingo's bandanna and pulling him close up to his face. "You either give it me now or I'll take it by force later," he muttered darkly.

"I'm not scared of you. Oooo come get me. Halloween's come early this year," laughed Dingo. He really was not afraid of this man, he'd come across worse.

The man let go of his bandanna and pushed him back into his seat. "So be it. I'll see you later kiddo." He then went back over to his seat.

"Are you OK?" asked the man in the suit.

"No I'm not. Kiddo he called me kiddo. Did you hear that? I'm almost twenty one. Kiddo kiddo," Dingo gasped. No one had ever called him that before it was extremely patronizing.

The man in the suite laughed. "You're a character I'll give you that erm what's your name?"

"Dingo, Don Dingo," replied Dingo holding out his hand.

"Jason," he smiled giving Dingo's hand a shake. He had heard lots about Don Dingo. Read about him in the newspapers. "Wow Don Dingo."

For the rest of his flight Dingo relaxed there was no point in worrying over a thug wanting to have a word later on. In fact it could be quite interesting. He enjoyed a movie and played some card games with Jason who was not actually that bad. In fact he was quite a friendly man. So the rest of the flight went well and he could not wait to land.

[Shadow]

Chapter 2:Kidnapped

Throwing his rucksack over his shoulder Dingo walked down the planes stairs with Jason. Took a quick look behind him; the man with the dragon necklace was right behind him. This would be alright he just had to carry on keeping a cool head. All he had to do was get past customs then make himself vanish.

He got to customs without any trouble. Stood and qued up waiting to have his passport checked and stamped. The knife suddenly flashed into his mind. Just his luck to have it in his shoe.

"You are next Dingo" said Jason waving a hand over Dingo's eyes

"Oh really? I was daydreaming," Dingo laughed weakly.

He walked over to the desk and gave the person behind it a broad smile as he showed them his picture. "That's me Don Dingo," he said pointing at his picture trying to pull the same expression he'd had when he'd had the picture taken.

"Have a nice time in California Don Dingo," said the person behind the desk giving his passport a stamp.

Dingo walked quick without even saying goodbye to Jason. He did not have time for goodbyes; he was in trouble. He rushed past the conveyor belt, there was no time to be collecting luggage either.

He was soon stepping outside into a sunny California car park. Just the kind of weather he liked. He looked behind him for that man which wanted his knife back. There he was coming out the door. He had not bothered to wait for his luggage either. Now all he had to do was follow this man to find out what was going on. That should not be too difficult.

"Dingo over here mate!" shouted Jesse. Dingo groaned there was one of his friends that had come to meet him off the plane. Now his cover was certainly blown. He put a finger to his lips indicating Jesse to be quiet. Jesse gave him a confused look and waved at him.

The man with the dragon necklace had seen him and was running over at full speed. Dingo did not think twice he darted further into the car park not wanting to be caught.

"Dingo what's happening? Whys that man chasing you!" Jesse shouted as Dingo passed him.

"I'll be OK Jesse I got this covered," Dingo reassured him. He suddenly turned round not liking this chasing game. Turned round and landed a punch on his pursuer.

"Not another scrape Dingo," howled Jesse as Dingo's punch sent the man falling back wards.

"Give me what is mine," shouted the man picking himself up and getting Dingo round the neck.

"Never," spluttered Dingo.

"Just give it him Dingo. Please Dingo," Jesse shouted in distress. He saw two other men come running up to them. So Jesse tried his best to pull the man off Dingo.

"Get him off me," sneered the man that had Dingo's neck.

"Sure Dragon," said one of his cronies giving Jesse a whack round the back of the head. The blow had been hard and had Jesse laid out on the floor unconscious.

"You leave Jesse out of this. It's got nothing to do with him," said Dingo as he tried to get free from Dragon's grip, his attempts were useless.

"Give me my knife and you may walk free," yelled Dragon fiercely.

"What do you want with the knife? And what was all that about guns?" Dingo demanded.

"He heard you two numb skulls! By heck you should a kept quiet you loud mouths," shouted Dragon glaring wickedly at his two associates. They never got anything right.

"Now what boss?" asked one of them.

"Get the ruddy car. Be quick about it or someones gonna see," ordered Dragon.

Dingo struggled to get free from Dragon as they went to go get the car. Dragon had him tight and was not letting go, was being rough about it too. He tried everything kicking elbowing even resumed to biting Dragon's hand but nothing he did worked. He was captured by an evil man who wanted that knife and the knife was no longer the only issue.

A big black jaguar drove over to them. Missing his toes by inches. Those two men stepped out the car. One had a baseball bat Dingo had a fair idea of what was going to happen.

"Don't you dare!" Dingo yelled. They did dare. He felt the heavy bat whack his head. His vision went all blurry and then he could no longer hear anything, his vision went completely. He was out for the count.

The two men opened up the boot and Dragon threw Dingo into it. The boots door was slammed shut and Dingo was on his way to goodness knows where.

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"Urrrrrr," groaned Dingo as he tried to reach for his head. He could not move his arms, so tried again. Still could not move his arms they were tied tightly to a pipe behind his back.

His legs were tied together too with strong thick rope. He was sat leaned up against a pipe in what looked like some large roomy basement that had boxes all over the place. He winced as his head throbbed like mad, hoping he was not bleeding. Some old rag was in his mouth he could feel it up against his tongue. His feet seemed awfully cold for some reason. Looking down at them which was difficult he was seeing double, he saw someone had made off with his shoes and socks. Great they had gotten the knife.

Heavy footsteps could be heard coming down some steps. Loud voices too. Dingo lolled his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He wanted no trouble. If he carried on pretending to be asleep it brought him some thinking time.

"Has that young guy woken up yet?" Dragon asked as he opened a door and walked over to Dingo.

"Doesn't look like it sir," said someone giving Dingo's hair a pull. It hurt but Dingo kept still and quiet.

"Well then Gary we can talk safely here," said Dragon sitting himself down on one of the boxes. "You and Stella need to do it soon," said Dragon.

"We've not decided who's doing the killing yet," Gary said sheepishly.

"Flaming hurry it up. You can both pull the trigger at the same time for all I care. I need him dead soon," said Dragon angrily.

"Well what are you doing eh? You never got to him on the plane did you? That was your job to kill him on the plane," grumbled Gary.

"That was not my fault. Some little idiot stole my knife," Dragon shouted rolling his eyes over Dingo. "John Kay dies tomorrow or I'll have you dead instead," Dragon said.

"Tomorrow that's short notice. Where and when?" Gary asked sounding unsettled.

"His hotel room. Where else?" said Dragon.

"OK his room at midnight got it," Gary said he then turned his attention to Dingo. "What you doing with him?"

"He's gonna wish he never existed," smiled Dragon as he got up off his box and made for the basement door.

When Gary and Dragon had left the basement Dingo opened his eyes and tried to get free from all the rope. It was impossible he felt too weak and the rope was tied extremely tightly. Dragon was probably going to mess about with him and then bang kill him. Not how he wanted to go at all. That guy called John was in trouble too, he would like to help him out if he ever got out of this mess.

Getting out of this mess seemed highly unlikely. After a long time of pulling at the rope he gave up and slunk back against the pipe.

"Well Don Dingo you really got in a fix this time," he thought to himself. He could not help his urges to go solve crimes it was just something he did.

Sounded like Dragon was coming back. Coming at a run by the sounds of it. He may as well get this whole thing over and done with. If he was going to be killed he would rather it be sooner rather than later. The door was opened and a man came through the door. Not Dragon but some other mindless thug.

That thug came all the way over and knelt down beside him. Dingo tried to jerk his head away, he was not being killed without a fight. He thought that guy was going to smack him one, that did not happen instead he took away his gag.

"Come on get on with it. Don't keep me waiting," shouted Dingo as soon as he was free from the gag; wanting to leave with some of his usual arrogance. "Yeah my Halloween certainly did come early. Still not scared though."

"Ssssh! Do you want us both killed Don Dingo?" hissed the man as he threw the gag on the floor. "Still not scared? Well I'm real scared. If they catch me I'm dead," he muttered as he made to untie Dingo from the pipe.

Dingo recognized this mans voice. Looked closely at his face and worked out who his knight in shining armour was. "Jason what you doing here?" smiled Dingo he had not recognized Jason because he was not wearing a suit.

"Missing my board meeting that's what. I'm going too lose hundreds and probably get sacked at the same time," sighed Jason who was having trouble with a knot.

"How did you know I was here?" Dingo asked.

"Tell you later. First I want out of this basement," said Jason as he got Dingo's arms free. Automatically Dingo went to rub his aching head.

After a few more minutes Jason had his legs free as well. Jason gave him a hand and helped him to his feet, which he was greatful for. "Thanks a lot Jay. Can I call you Jay?" Dingo said in sheer relief. It looked like he was not going to get killed after all.

"Sure call me Jay if you like. Now come on lets get to the police," Jason said sounding urgent and making him walk over to the door.

"Police no way. The police are stupid. They could not catch a cold in a paper bag. I think I can nail this case," said Dingo as they descended the stairs.

"Dingo you're nuts. You got kidnapped. These guys are not you're everyday thugs. They kill people," whispered Jason as they reached the last step and pushed open a door which led into a room full of streaming lights.

"I know and I also know what I'm doing. Hey where am I? said Dingo seeing all the bright lights and hearing the ching of machines.

"You're in Vegas. The casino Cesar's Palace to be exact. Now come on lets phone the police," said Jason sounding serious dragging Dingo well away from the basement and over to some slot machines.

"No Jay I really have got this. I need to go to the casinos front desk. See if a John Kay is booked in one of these rooms," said Dingo enthusiastically.

Jason shook his head. "I can't let you. You need to rest. I'll phone the police from my room and you can rest there," said Jason.

"Jay I am fine. Well kind of," said Dingo holding onto his aching head. "No police. I'm gonna sort this one," insisted Dingo.

"Fine you do that but at least rest up first. I'll go see if a John Kay is staying here for you, if you promise to rest up," Jason said sounding serious.

"OK it's a deal. My head is hurting. Yeah I could use a sit down," agreed Dingo figuring that was a fair deal.

They took an elevator to the floor Jason was staying on. Dingo started singing in the elevator as it went up; making Jason laugh. Don Dingo sure was someone you did not meet everyday, nothing ever got his spirits down.

[Chris]

I have read this in its entirety, and I will post a review when it is complete. Just wanted to encourage you by letting you know that someone was reading.

[Shadow]

Thanks I shall keep writing although I am not sure how long it will take to finish because I am not sure how long the piece shall be.