Ursula Loubar snorted as she looked back at her brother, "Well, Uri- why don’t you answer him on that."

Uri Loubar looked at Rollie Tyler, the infamous Loubar gray eyes studying the F/X man’s face for a moment and then sighed, "Mr. Tyler, you should just concern yourself with us. None of the rest of the pups are going to make an appearance. You know, genetically speaking, there had to be some in the litter that, well…just were docile, easy to please, and frankly- I have always wondered about the inbreeding."

Ursula cooed at Uri, "Oooh yes! There is that possibility."

"Bloody dips!" Rollie said, under his breath.

"Now, now, Tyler- that’s not nice. Victor was a moody boy prone to exacting his anger on others. Uri and I, we are a little more civil about things. You have to understand. When Victor took his little skydive, he left the family business in an embarrassing situation. There were things to be delivered, things to be finalized and frankly, since Uri and I are the bookkeepers for his operations, we just want to tidy up and get everything balanced."

"Okay, Uri and Ursula- my God, I sound like I’m in the middle of a Tolstoy novel here," Rollie began, trying to get to the bottom of the situation, "what is it you want from me, and why is it going to take a movie with special effects?"

Uri and Ursula Loubar looked at each other and then back at Rollie. Ursula smiled and Uri mirrored her expression, "You see Rollie Tyler, in order to collect on Victor’s last deals, we need you and your special effects to help us convince the players that Victor is still alive and ready to close the deals."

"Why do you need me? Ursula, you did a great mask of Serrano and Uri, you look so much like Victor, who would know?" Rollie asked, shaking his head.

"Actually, Serrano’s mask was done by poor Victor. Obviously, he had a plan for that one… and unfortunately, Uri may look like Victor but sad to say, has not an acting bone in his body. Remember, we ARE the bookkeepers, not the international arms dealers."

"Well, if you two are just bookkeepers, I’ll eat my…" Rollie began.

"Special family bookkeepers," Ursula interrupted him, "and we are very serious now. There is a lot of money- millions of dollars that need to be collected in the next couple of weeks. How do we know this? Because Victor kept a log and of course, he shared this with his family business."

"You guys are really heartbroken that he’s gone," Rollie said, patronizing them.

"Look," Ursula said with a crisp snap to her voice, "if it hadn’t been for that little slip of a girlfriend of yours, he would still be here. Don’t you dare think I am not serious about this! You do as we say or Angina dies!"

"Uh, it’s Angie, not Angina- that’s a heart condition," Rollie corrected her.

"Who cares!" Ursula screamed back at him, slapping him hard across the face.

Rollie clenched his jaw tightly as Uri looked on from the back, his eyes widened and glowing.

"Oh, this is going to be a great movie. Urs as the director and Rollie Tyler, stagehand ready to please," Uri said, sitting back in the car’s back seat and putting his hands behind his neck in a relaxed position.

"Okay, alright…can I just make a suggestion?" Rollie asked, rubbing his cheek as Ursula seethed. He could see she was not exactly going to all the punched floors and that Uri was just a follower, a psychotic one, though.

"What?"

"I will need Angie to work with me on this."

"No- she stays under my protective muscle," Ursula said, her temper waxing and waning as Rollie looked up in the sky to see how full the moon was this night.

"If you know anything about my work, you know I work with Angie. She is my partner and I can’t do the gags without her. That is, unless you want to let Uri try flipping a switch or two," Rollie told her, hoping she would at least agree to letting Angie be with him.

Ursula looked over at Uri who looked clueless at the moment. He smiled at her and she scoffed back at Rollie; "Uri is not good with switches."

Rollie grinned slightly, "I gathered…"

"Well, it would make life interesting- your plaything here with us and if there was something that went wrong, you could just watch her die in front of you," Ursula decided, "yes, I like it now all the better. I will call and make arrangements. We will pick her up tonight."

Rollie breathed a sigh of relief. He felt like he had just stepped into the Twilight Zone- Russian style, complete with Natasha and Boris to his Bullwinkle and Angie’s soon to be Rocky, the Flying Squirrel.

They pulled up to the safehouse and Uri went inside. Rollie was anxious as they waited and Ursula was not making things easier as she slipped her foot from her shoe and began to slide her foot into his crotch.

"Just checking," Ursula told him, then laughed as he jerked away from her and she tightened her grip on the revolver she still held in her hand, "you’re jumpy, I was just testing the meter."

"You’re sick," Rollie said to her, disgusted.

"and you’re arrogant to think that I give a damn," Ursula told him and then with a quick, unexpected move, took the revolver butt and hit him in the head with a resounding blow. He lost consciousness…his mind in a spin with a spiral helix of lights going off until total darkness.

******

"Hey…you waking up?" came a voice, distant and soft. It was a voice he knew and was comfortable to him. He opened his eyes, the pain beginning to escalate with a deep throb as he tried to focus on the face above him.

"Rollie, it’s me, Angie!" she whispered, stroking his hair from his forehead. She was holding his head in her lap and he winced in pain as he tried to sit up. The throbbing got worse.

"ooh, this is bad," he said, as she helped him to a sitting position, "but thank God you are here." He smiled slightly as he hugged her and she kissed him quickly, turning around though to see if anyone was watching.

"So, where are we?" he asked, rubbing the large knot on his head.

"From what I gather from Frick and Frack , we are being held in some sort of warehouse. They blindfolded me when I got to the car. I was so glad to see you but when I saw Victor Loubar, I almost had a coronary!" Angie told him, hugging her knees as they sat on a cold floor in the middle of an empty room with no windows.

"Ah, he’s not Victor," Rollie said, correcting her.

"Yeah, so I found out," Angie said, agreeing, "but the face! He could really pass for him, you know. And I was so glad to find that Serrano wasn’t Serrano."

"Yeah, but what has happened to Elena. Ursula made it sound pretty bad," Rollie told her, looking then at Angie fully for the first time.

"Ange, jeez- we have been in more crap this month," Rollie told her, putting his hand behind her neck and pulling her face to his so that their foreheads touched.

"Yeah, right in the middle of Loubar central here. What a family? I wonder what the parents were like?"

"Not human," Rollie said, suddenly smiling as she did the same and he kissed her warmly.

"Ack! That’s enough Tyler! I don’t want to get my hose out and powerwash the two of you apart," Ursula’s voice said from a speaker mounted on the ceiling.

"So, listening and watching. What do you need us for?" Rollie called out.

"In good time, Tyler…right now, better get your brain back to movie making because we don’t have much time."

"So, what’s the plan?" Angie asked him, whispering softly.

"At the moment, there isn’t one," Rollie told her, regretfully.

"Great, well- you don’t mind then, if I just pull out my little friend here and talk to someone else?" Angie asked him, again in a whisper and pulled out her PDA from under her shirt.

"Whoa, how’d you get that smuggled in?" Rollie asked, happy and surprised at her ingenuity.

"I always carry it, just not so close to my heart," Angie replied, winking as she pulled open the neck of her T-shirt, revealing her bra.

"Umm, Wonder Bra!" Rollie said, marveling at her harnessed anatomy.

"Better wait until we find out if they can pick up the transmitting signal," he warned, "let’s do a little test."

He pushed the enable button and quickly put the PDA in silence mode for external sound. Angie watched as he told her to hold her breath. He quickly punched in the coordinate beacon to give them a location within the city. They were in the warehouse district very close to where Ursula had pulled into the alley earlier that night. He figured they were only twenty minutes from Midtown South district.

They heard voices, Ursula and Uri’s and he shut the PDA off and handed it back to Angie who put it back in its original hiding place.

The voices came closer and then drifted off again. Rollie let out an escaped of held breath and Angie pulled the PDA out again. She opened the e-mail message center as Rollie looked on. She was much faster than he was when it came to doing e-mail and she quickly put in their distress signal to Mira. Hopefully, Mira wasn’t cussing at her computer this morning and not viewing her e-mail. Quickly then, she sent it and she shut the PDA off again, hiding it as before.

"It’s a start," Rollie told her, smiling.

"Yeah, a start…hey Rol, do you ever think we are going to have just a normal relationship?" Angie asked him, her blue eyes intensified as her pupils enlarged.

"Ange, what’s normal at Tyler F/X?" Rollie replied, taking both her hands and cupping them together in his.

"Uh, that’s Tyler/Ramirez F/X," she reminded him, bringing up a former argument over a name change to the business.

"Well, it doesn’t have to be," Rollie said, with startling clarity.

Angie swallowed hard and raised her eyebrows, "What do you have in mind?"