Radio news

Fredric spent the better part of the day doing his best at fishing, he only had practiced once with his father, all it seemed to do him now was at least not get the spinner tackle stuck in his back as he threw. For the fish was missing all together.

He threw another frustrated throw as his stomach growled, while he listened to the radio of an increasingly obnoxious pair of radio hosts. One of the few stations he could get a good reception to as they cackled about the news.

His listening was halfhearted to say the least, as he finally got a catch, the line all of the sudden becoming lively as his excitement and adrenaline spiked with joy. The small rod jerked with the fishing line as he drew it in without much resistance and to Fredrics dismay the reason became clear. It was a pitiful excuse of a fish. As he held it up to watch the specimen with skepticism he wondered what one would do next as all fish he had caught previously had only been filets out of the store freezer.

He unhooked the poor thing and threw it back as he concluded that whatever attempt he would make with the knife would leave little to actually eat. As he slowly drew back the rod for another throw his attention got caught by the radio.

“Can you believe it?” Said the male host with exaggeration.

“Well, I am confused, you are telling me this girl beat the two suits bloody at the mall with bags of canned food? And instead of waiting for the cops the dudes just picked themselves up and ran away?” She followed with suspense

“Yeah, according to the reports she was a total knock out too.” He paused dramatically

Only a groan at the pun could be heard from the woman.

Fredric ears had long since picked up on what they were talking about and thought that it could be none else but Madeline who was in trouble. All thoughts of fishing and hunger froze as he debilitated if he ran quick enough maybe the water surface tension would keep him up.

But he quickly came to his senses, he was stranded on an island fairly far from the main land, at best he could swim from island to island and eventually get there, that is - if - it was summer.

Right now however the sun was soon to be setting and he could do nothing but be worried sick. He returned to his fishing endeavors, but distracted by the radio in case he could pry any more news about her.

Eventually as he huddled around the campfire late in the day he got more information that could be her, as the radio was abuzz about an unusual series of events for the otherwise calm city.

A car chase with pair of black SUVs following a minivan, who vanished into the city tunnel system only for the chase to turn into the SUVs trying to escape a rampaging bus when leaving the tunnel through a tight road construction.

The bus managed to incapacitate the vehicles who turn out to be clown-cars for men in suits.

The driver of the bus had fled the scene near one of the towns large parkinglot complexes that connected to a train station, just in time for the police helicopters started to roaming the scene, with the suits scattering at the attention.

The duo was buzzing about the action, equating it to an action movie and formulating more and more bizzare theories.

All Fredric could think of is if it was Madeline and that she was able to such **** and capable of it. Knocking out the dudes who payed a visit at his door was one thing, they were caught by surprise and he had thought nothing more of it than her being fit as a trainer.

This though, was more than just one occasion, he was less worried for her not being able to take care of herself, though it still nagged at the back of his mind. His thoughts instead started to wonder of what she did not tell him about herself, everything has happened so quick he have not had a moment to reflect until recently.

Fredric tried his best to rest after he crawled into the sleeping back and huddled himself together for warmth. Mind racing and stomach roaring.