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M.B.D. – Episode 37

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Warning! The following may contain bad spelling, grammar, punctuation, cardboard characters, cheesy plots, offensive NSFW material, and / or puns. Reader discretion is advised.

Freddie arrived back at the offices of The Good Guys, Inc. While Tom was busy helping come up with a solution to the contaminated water supply, it would give him time to get in his exercise.

Changing into workout clothes he went to his area of the office. Much like Tom’s it had a desk and other office equipment. The large space was devoted to workouts. There were boxes scattered around, ropes hanging from the ceiling, and punching bags and dummies throughout the area. Balance beams and parallel bars lined the far side of the space. A cabinet with a number of martial arts weapons completed the scene.

Freddie took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself. letting the breath go he started into his routine. He took off at a run, leaping over boxes, climbing up others, jumping from pile to pile.

He jumped off one set of boxes and caught one of the ropes hanging down. He climbed to the top of the rope just using his arms, then wrapped his legs around the rope and slid to the bottom head first. He flipped over and planted his feet on the floor. Grabbing the end of the rope he started running in a circle until his feet left the ground. He swung on the end of the rope until he came near another rope. He reached out and grabbed it, letting the old rope go. He swung around the gym this way, looking like something from an old Tarzan movie.

Letting go of the last rope he landed expertly on the balance beam. He did a series of flips and leaps, handstands and splits, which would make even an Olympic gymnast nod in appreciation.

Doing a somersault front flip off the balance beam he took to the area with the punching bags and dummies. His hands and feet moved at lightning speed, striking and kicking the dummies, each hit making a loud ‘thud’. Finally Freddie faced off against the punching bag, hammering away at it.

Freddie grabbed a towel and wiped off the sweat. He got a glass of water. As he drank it, the buzzer for the front door went off. Freddie went to the reception area to find a man standing there.

“Hello, can I help you?”

“I hope so,” the man said. “My fiancé has been kidnapped. I need your help.”

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