Friday, 30 December 2011
Thirty Fifth Friday Flash: Santos, The Mermaid, and the Marine Biologist
*** this is a follow up from Gorilla Pequeno,Santos Returns,Mermaid Tale and Santos Vs. The Mermaid
Benson Marine Research Institute
“I don't believe you,” said Margie.
Santos had arranged to arrive with the crate. “Trust me, you want to see this.”
“This better be good, I like to sleep in on a Sunday.”
The delivery truck unloaded the large crate into the Institute's delivery bay and left. They seemed to sense that they weren't carrying around normal cargo.
“I remember from when you worked at the carnival that summer.”
“I can't believe you remember me.”
“You and Maria were inseparable, that's hard to forget.”
“How is she?”
“I would rather not talk about it.”
“Ah, she did have a roaming eye that one. Now open this up please.”
Santos ignored the comment and cracked open the crate, the side panel falling down to reveal a tank and the mermaid inside.
“Holy mackerel!” Margie backed away. “You weren't kidding.”
“We have to help her, she has had a tough time.”
“She looks sick, the water must be warm, I have a tank we can use, wheel her this way.”
Using a hand pump truck Santos followed with the mermaid close behind. The mermaid woke up and thrashed around in the small portable tank.
“Is she dangerous?”
“Yes, I would say so.”
Santos parked the tank next to round and larger tank that was almost crystal clear. As soon as he stopped the mermaid gripped the side of the portable tank and launched herself into the larger tank. Landing with a big splash.
“She's magnificent!” said Margie standing with her face almost pressed against the glass.
Santos looked at the creature in the eyes, but it did not change, maybe it was too tired, or it didn't see him as a threat anymore.”
“The marine field will be blown apart! This is such a discovery!”
“What will you do with her?”
“Oh my word!” Margie fell back, trying to get away.
“She changed... changed to look just like my husband!”
“That's her defense mechanism.”
“I wonder if I'm still wrapped up in bed and dreaming all this, this is just too strange.”
“Maybe you should believe that ma'am,” said a new voice.
Santos and Margie turned around swiftly. It was a man in black with dark sunglasses.
“Who are you?”
“Special Division. We will take over from here.”
“The hell you will!” said Margie with hands on her hips.
“You have no choice, step aside.”
The man took one step forward.
“Freeze creep!” said another new voice.
“Jonas! Thank you.”
The man in black took a step back, “This is the not the last you will see of me.”
Margie and Jonas hugged once The Man had left.
“Jonas?” asked Santos.
“Yes, he's my husband, I asked him to come, meeting someone I knew 15 years ago was just too odd for my liking.”
“I don't blame you. He's a Marshall?” There was something not right about the man's qet up. A little too flash for his profession.
The muscular man smiled, “Not exactly, I can do many roles, I'm strippergram, but it's only until I get some proper work.”
“Ah, I get ya.”
Margie was smiling ear to ear, “And he will, he's a really talented guy.”
“He sure saved us a spot of bother! What are you going to do with her?” asked Santos.
“Observe, and study, there must be more of her kind out there somewhere.”
“Keep me posted of any developments.”
“I will, and thanks for thinking of me, this will put the Benson Marine Research Institute on the map.