Chongo literally flew through the air on the rooftops questions flew through his mind. Why the hell didn't I see this coming? When did I get so blind? Hell I was really starting to like that bum. I guess what I heard was true about Fat Freddy. Huge on the outside with a tiny mind. Didn't he know it would have been better to stay silent and act the idiot? He could have taken out everyone and we would have all been standing there with our jaws on the floor when he did it. Why'd he have to cap those two guards? He could have just wandered out and we'd have thought he'd just gone missing. Now I gotta stop him before he gets Nymbel.

Chongo landed on top of Nymbels apartment a few minutes later and quietly stole down the fire escape quieter than any cat. He checked his thirty eight and took a peep into the room, quick like so as not to attract attention. Freddy was no-where in sight. Nybel was there in the room reading his paper, his back toward the window. Chongo tried to get his attention with gentle raps but Nymbel was enratptured in whatever story he was reading. Probably that scandal down at city hall with the mayors aid Bonzo.

Chongo let himself in through the window and started toward Nymbel.
"Hey Nymbel, get your bag packed, we need to get outta here pronto!
It was then he noticed the gag in nymbels mouth, the ropes tying his wrists to the chair, and the tears and fright in Nymbels eyes. It was also about then that Chongo noticed the barrel of a thirty eight revolver pressed to the back of his skull. Shit!

"Okay Chongo, drop ya piece like a good chimp," Freddy said, "and you can keep your mouth shut. I ain't needin no sarcasm."
Chongo's heart felt like the lead in his bullets as his gat hit the carpet.
"Okay Freddy, it's your move," he said as he turned slowly to face him.
"What are you gonna do with us?" Chongo asked.
"Da boss says you been too nosy, your messin' t'ings up for us, I been sent ta iron t'ings out and your just anudda wrinkle right now." Freddy said, waving his pistol at Chongo.
"That's the most I've ever heard you say at one time," said Chongo.
'Yeah, I owe Big Daddy big time for dat. He's next on my liddle Christmas list.
Stall for time, thought Chongo, Drecker won't let you down.
"How'd that happen anyways?" Chongo asked as Freddy tied his hands down to the chair next to Nymbel.
"Dat damn bango an his singin'. Turns ya brain ta mush. An to tink I had his inits tatooed on ma knuckles too." Freddy said.
"So what now," Chongo asked, already fearing he knew the answer.
"Now I do ya, tanks fer takin care a me but ya know too much." Freddy said.

A screech of brakes and tires let Chongo know that Drecker had arrived. He came pounding up the steps two at a time and totally out of breath by the time he got to Nymbels door.
"Fat Freddy, this is Detective Drecker of the Chicago Police Department," Drecker said. Damn! No matter how many timed he said that it always sounded corny to his own ears.
"I know you're in there, so lets talk before somebody gets hurt."
Freddy fired twice into the wall where Drecker sounded like he was standing. He was rewarded with a groan and a thump out in the hallway. Freddy turned, grinning, just in time to be met by a flying mad Chongo and the remains of Nymbels chair.
"You killed him! You Son of a Bitch! You killed him! Chongo's face was livid with rage. His canines were bare and he didn't care anything about anything except to feel Freddy's blood flowing over his own face and Freddy's pulse tapering away beneath his fingers. Freddy managed to back away after a few punches and was shakily raising his gat to take Chongo down when the door came bursting open catching him straight on the back of the skull. Freddy went down like a sak of cement. Drecker emerged from behind the door, forty five ready for action. Chongo screamed. It took Chongo a minute and then he began laughing. "Damn it! I fell for it! Oldest trick in the book and I fell for it!" He howled.
"Don't feel so bad, " Drecker said, "it worked, he fell for it to."
"And what would you have done if he hadn't?" asked Chongo.
"I ain't got an answer. I've been running on instinct since we left Jakes. I don't even know if I managed to get here without crashing the caddy." Drecker replied, holstering the .45.
"The departments gonna hafta pay for some fruit stands though," he said.
Chongo grinned from ear to ear and began untying Nymbel.
"We better get Nymbel here to a hospital, he's pretty badly shaken-up," Chongo said, "what about Freddy?"
Freddy began stirring at the mention of his name. Drecker had the .45 out and leveled in an instant,
Freddy looked up and said "Chongo?"
"Yeah we've been through the introductions already Freddy, quit the act, you've been made," said Chongo.
"Chongo?" Freddy said with tears beginning in his eyes.
"I said knock it the hell off!" Chongo screamed at him, his own thrity eight trambling in his hand.
Tears began to fall from Freddy's eyes.
Drecker reached out with his foot and kicked Freddy's gun away from him.. Freddy didn't even seem to notice through his tears.
"I think you done him again Chongo, he ain't acting. Drecker said.
"Ah for the love of Chirst," Chongo said holstering his pistol.
"I guess you've got to take him in to the jail but how are we gonna see to it that he sees justice?" he asked.
"He'll probably end up in the asylum for the rest of his life." Drecker sighed.

They dropped Nymbel off at the hospital and headed back to Jakes to see how things were going there. Chongo left Freddy in the back seat of the Caddy with the top up and windows up. No sense in taking him in to confront what he'd previously done in his present condition. The folks in the gym weren't going to friendly too him too likely anyway.

Chongo and Drecker entered Jakes and began climbing the stairs to Jake's office. Odd but there didn't seem to be anybody in the gym. Well, it had been pretty traunatic for some of the younger kids. Perhaps Jake had had the older ones take them home or someplace nice to calm their nerves. Chongos hackles raised and he was at a loss to explain it. As Drecker opened the door to Jakes office Chongo began to question if they were doing the right thing, right in time to walk straight into Big Daddy's henchmen.

In an instant, both were disarmed and tied up. Chongo noticed with a start that the girl, Laura, was there as well.
"Nice to see you again Chongo," Big Daddy said, a malicsious grin spreading across his rubbery face, his jowls shaking loosely. "We picked her up on the way here after we found her nosing around the remains of your office." "Nice of her to be waiting for us like that, don't you think?" "Oh, and that nice gentlemen over there is the guy that got you into this in the first place."
Chongo looked over and saw Mr. Frizzel, pale and emaciated and needing a shave badly as tied up and helpless as the rest.
"Now I can wrap this all up nicely and get back to my diamonds." chuckled Big Daddy.
"You mugs can go now," Big Daddy said to his lieutenants, I can handle it from here and I don't think you want to share in this." As the Guerillas left Big Daddy pulled out his Bango and began tuning. I'll probably have to shoot the humans later, they don't seem to have quite the ear for music that we apes do, but there's no accounting for taste.

Chongo had been speechless until then but it dawned on him that he was in for a horrendous treat.
"Is that what you did to Freddy", he asked.
"Why yes, I daresay he enjoyed one of my earlier performances," Big Daddy said, "as I recall it left him mindless with ecstacy!" Big Daddy laughed at his own joke.
Chongo wanted to take the Bango and shove it down his throat. There wasn't anything funny about anything that had happened and he really hated people that laughed at their own jokes. He struggled but the bonds were too tight and Jakes furniture was solid metal. It had to be to hold the heavy weights that called on Jake.
Big Daddy said, "for my first number I'd like to play a little tune my own Daddy taught me years ago." He began playing something do discordant as to be unrecognizable. From the groans from Decker it seemed that somehow Drecker was suffering more than he was. "Of Course!, he thought, my tin ear, he doesn't know. Just then there was a creak at the door and in walked Freddy. "Chongo?" he said.
"Damn, I forgot to lock the doors! Chongo thought, out loud he yelled "get out of here Freddy!"
Freddy wandered in instead while Big Daddy stopped playing and turned toward him.
"You!" he scowled, "I thought I was done with you!"
As Fat Freddy caught sight of the Bango he stopped still in his tracks and began trembling in fear.
"No matter," said Big Daddy whipping out a derringer from his vest pocket, "this should finally do for you." Big Daddy pointed it point blank at Freddy and pulled the trigger. The room erupted with noise and the flash of the four ten shell. Freddy screamed as the blast took him in mid chest.   Chongo hung his head as Freddy slumped to the floor. Big Daddy got up from his perch and walked over to where Freddy lay and prodded him a couple of times. After he got no response he turned back towards Chongo.
"Now where was I?" Big Daddy asked.
"Oh Yes!, Second Verse...altogether now"
Chongo began cursing using every invective he knew and even inventing a few as he went along.
"Now, now, no sense bringing my poor belated mother into this," Big Daddy said, "it won't save you anyhow." But Chongo kept it up, nearly drowning out Big Daddy's Bango and his hideous ballad.
"I said knock it off!" yelled Big Daddy.
Big Daddy was so distracted by Chongo's continuing diatribe that he failed to notice Freddy's huge hairy paw reaching for him. With his last breath Freddy wrenched the bango from Big Daddy's hands and brought it down on his skull with a sickening crash of bone, metal, wood, and breaking strings. "Chongo!" Freddy whispered as he lay back down, his fingers falling limply to his side, the remains of the bango jangling from his paw.